The mud and rocks rolled in the grass and trees, and the sound was as great as the end of the world. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info countless thunderbolts wandering in the sky but looking pale and weak, and the pouring rain is like pouring a scoop of oil on the fire. Let the already very huge momentum be even more unbeatable.

In the hall of the mountain temple, Zixu held Fang Yuting's hand and stared at the outside.

Song Xuehui was in Sun Yongnian's arms, and Mo Hua stood behind the old man, as if waiting for the moment of death to come.

A huge mudslide roared down, its height overshadowing the gate and the fence.

Zixu subconsciously looked at it, only to realize that he had been holding Fang Yuting's hand, so he let go of it and gently patted her back: "Don't worry, it's okay."

"Yes". Listening to the voice in her ears, Fang Yuting felt very relieved.

Zi Xuan turned to look at the empty place where the idol was enshrined, and thought he had an answer in his heart.

The scene in front of him changed drastically, and the mountain god was showing a painful expression in the place of worship, and wounds appeared on his back and face.

At this time, the mudslide had engulfed the gate and the fence, and was rushing towards the lobby, and everyone closed their eyes in despair.

Fang Yuting subconsciously turned around, leaning on Zixu's shoulder, closing her eyes and not daring to imagine the scene of being swallowed by the mudslide.

Zixu was stunned for a moment, but then came to his senses, no matter what kind of emotions he had at this time, it was superfluous.

A cup of soul tea appeared in his hand with his palm spread out, and time seemed to be slowed down at this time.

The mountain god stared at the soul tea, forgetting the pain for a moment, revealing a shocked expression.

Seeing this scene, there was no need to say anything, and Zi Xuxin found the answer in his heart.

One cup after another of the soul tea was poured to the place where the statue of the mountain god was enshrined, and each drop of soul tea disappeared strangely when it was about to land. Due to the imminent catastrophe, no third person except Purple Void and the Mountain God noticed this scene.

The wounds on the mountain god's body healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a momentum that belonged to the gods rose to the sky. For the first time since Xianfan had been isolated for countless years, he felt the power of his former peak.

"Real people, enough ......". When he saw Zixu take out another cup of soul tea, the mountain god hurriedly stopped.

Zixu nodded slowly, and looked at the master ring only to find that this was the last cup.

The mountain god saluted to the purple void, and then in an unknown place, the power of countless years of incense suddenly erupted. The Dao Dao God Optical Disc circled, taking the mountain temple hall as the center of the circle, spreading outward one after another.

The speed of the mudslide slowed down and finally stopped at the entrance of the lobby.

The expected death did not come, and everyone opened their eyes and watched in disbelief. In a trance, they saw a mountain god surrounded by countless divine lights, but when they looked closely, they found that it was just an illusion.

The joy of the aftermath of the catastrophe could not be expressed in words, and the people could only turn around and bow down to the empty place of worship, and then turn around and walk away. In this way, what you see is not an illusion.

Zixu looked at Fang Yuting, who was leaning on his shoulder with his eyes closed, and reminded softly: "The mudslide has stopped, do you want to go outside and have a look."

"Stopped?". Fang Yuting was startled, and hurriedly stood up straight, thinking of her actions just now, her face turned red for a moment. Then he looked at the lobby door, and ran over quickly before he had time to think about it.

Zixu originally subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but looking at the mountain god in front of him, he forcibly interrupted this thought.

"It seems that real people are walking the way of sentient beings." The mountain god felt a burst of relief in his heart, and sighed at the purple void.

Zixu replied without thinking: "Whether you are affectionate or ruthless, it is all the way." In this case, why can't the poor Dao be the master of the Dao with affection."

"The words of the real people are reasonable, but the little gods are persistent." The mountain god bowed to Zixu with a teachable look.

Zixu didn't say much on this issue, his eyes looked around the lobby and saw a handful of incense. So he went over and drew one, and just went to the incense burner in front of him.

Seeing Zixu's movements, the mountain god knew what he was about to do, and immediately pointed at the incense, and then the incense rose.

"The head of the Poor Dao Heavenly Dao Sect is Zixu, and now he reports to the heavens ......." Zixu slowly recounted the incident, and when the last word dissipated, the whole incense suddenly turned to ashes. At the same time, the wind outside suddenly stopped, the thunder disappeared, and the dark clouds receded. Bright stars emerged from the sky, and what had just happened was like a dream.

The mountain god breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that this catastrophe was over.

The cheers came from outside, but Zixu didn't have time to pay attention to the sounds outside.

The mountain god fell into deep thought, obviously thinking about a tricky matter: "There must be a cause and an effect, not only does the real person not blame the little god, but let the little god recover his strength, and this favor has to be repaid." But the real person is noble, but the little god doesn't know how to repay it."

"Repay?". This question stumped Zixu as well, and when he thought about the many uses of merit, he couldn't help but move in his heart.

He looked at the mountain god and asked him, "What kind of cultivation are you?" compared to the Immortal Dao.

"The strength of the little god is low, and it is only equivalent to a true immortal." When the mountain god said the word true immortal, he actually showed a trace of shame.

Zixu instantly settled when he heard the word true immortal, no matter what would happen on Lingzhou Island, having a true immortal hole card might be able to make him feel a lot more at ease: "I need you a wisp of divine power, use this as a traction, and open up a channel with the power of merit." Go to that world and help me do it all for once."

"I can't ask for it". The mountain god was overjoyed, although he could only make a shot once, but it was also a great benefit to himself. Don't hesitate immediately, spread your left hand. The swirling divine light immediately converged, and then waved his hand at the purple void and turned into his body.

That group of divine power was surrounded by the power of merit in the body, and it was like a good baby, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

Zixu felt the power of the mountain god, and his heart also settled. Although the cost of this one-time talisman is not as great as that of the immeasurable merit talisman, it must be guided by the divine power of the gods. And with the difference in the strength of the gods, different amounts of merit are consumed.

At this time, a ray of starlight sprinkled from the sky to the mountain god, the mountain god seemed to feel something, and his body involuntarily slowly rose into the air: "Heaven is leading, and the little god must go to the earth immortal realm." The old man outside the door was a descendant of the little god, and he was sick, and that kind of tea was the medicine. If a real person is willing to use tea to ward off his disease, he will definitely get a fortune ......".

It was as if the words had not been completely finished, but the mountain god had disappeared into the air.

Is this what it really means to be isolated from immortals? As long as you are a god, you must go to the earth and immortal realm, and you must not stay in the mortal world.

Zixu fell into deep thought, as for the money silk, isn't that exactly what he lacks? I don't know how much money the old man is willing to pay to buy the soul tea in his hand. But when I think about it, after all, it is also a blessing for others to shelter themselves for one night. It may be a bit unorthodox to do it yourself. Let's go, give the soul tea first. If you give money, you will receive it, and if you don't give it, forget it.