In the glade in the forest behind the green building, Li Hong stepped on Lingyi, stood quietly with his head down, and hung in the air at a height of two zhang above the ground.

The white fire coquettle glowed slightly red in the dark night, as if a layer of subtle fire burst out from the inside of the clothes. Colorful Lingyi is dazzling. At this moment, Li Hong, with two treasures on his body, looked solemn and mighty, like a god in the sky and a man in the lower realm.

With a clear groan, a rotten gold also seemed to be swung open, and Li Hong's body seemed to be sprinkled with stars from the nine heavens, and a little golden light shook people's hearts.

The golden aperture gradually expanded, and the strong wind in the forest was blowing, and there seemed to be countless wild beasts roaring, and the sky was full of broken leaves. A roaring dragon shadow loomed in the golden green leaves.

Whew—Countless trees bent over each other, and the wind was blowing in the forest, and even the deep blue night sky seemed to be dim at this moment. The dots of golden light rushed back and forth, surging out like a storm, and suddenly stopped at the moment when they encountered the prohibition outside the forest.

Time seemed to stand still, broken leaves standing still in mid-air. It wasn't until the strength in the center was harvested that the broken leaves floated to the ground.

Li Hong returned his hand to his waist, and the rotten gold appeared in his waist like a dragon's tail whip. He let out a long sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his solemn countenance.

The whip just now is not false to describe as an earth-shattering cry of ghosts and gods.

Although there is no chance of winning against the masters of the Jindan period, even the enemy Li Hong in the late stage of Shengong thinks that he has more than enough self-preservation.

As soon as his mind moved, Ling Yi suddenly turned his head smaller and advanced, hovering on the four-layer colored light in the center of the Upper Dantian Purple Mansion, and there was a black crescent moon next to him that drew a trajectory and slowly circled around the colored light.

The moon deficiency is still in the warmth. When you look inside, you can see a trace of consciousness flying up from the center of the light cluster and automatically floating into the moon.

Consciousness has been depleted because of the lack of warmth and cultivation, but every day Li Hong will practice exercises. This consumption is negligible.

He walked towards the outside of the forest, and with a thought, a few colored light tentacles quietly stretched out of the purple mansion space and probed out of the forest, which was recently discovered, a very interesting use, you can use this tentacle to explore the way while walking.

The colored light tentacles are now slightly different from the past, and after cultivating the power of perception, the color light tentacles are also mixed with the power of awareness—the color light is mixed with a little bit of light white fluorescent dots like awareness.

As soon as his vision turned, as if he had a few more eyes, Li Hong's divine sense attached to those tentacles of colored light and poked out. Everything you pass along the way is vivid.

The tentacles stretched out to the small building outside the forest.

Chu Xiong was still meditating and cultivating on the second floor, the windows were wide open, and the bright red light reflected the entire bedroom as if it were on fire. Under Li Hong's mental command, a tentacle of colored light rose from the ground and poked into the window.

Chu Xiong was like an arhat sitting upright, his whole body was constantly swimming away from the fire aura, showing a fiery red meridian human form, and the red light in the dantian below was the brightest, as gorgeous as the sun.

Li Hong smiled slightly, and the points of light that formed the tentacles flew back into his body like a bird throwing into the forest.

Since the second brother is working hard, don't bother him. Li Hong looked back at the woods that had been destroyed by himself, and decided to go to Jindeng Gorge to visit the master who was kind to him. Taking out a bottle of good wine from the corner of the living room and asking for the fifth senior brother, Li Hong rose up with his sword and flew towards the Golden Lantern Gorge.

The Golden Lantern Gorge at night is extremely beautiful, a little golden light pollen is flying around slowly, and the marigold shadow is sparse and horizontal, like a fairyland. A rare shadow peeks in the shadows.

Li Hong pinched the spirit trick in his hand and used the spirit summoning technique: "The heavens and the earth are full of spirits, and the chaos gives me shape, the heavens and the earth turn to the fugue too clear, and the evil rebellion urges the ghosts and subdues the demons." Hurry!"

The longing ghost shadow appeared immediately, and a tall and clear ghost figure separated from the ghosts and walked straight in front of Li Hong, fell to the ground and bowed: "I have seen the benefactor, may I ask what the benefactor has sent?"

I haven't seen him for a few months, and with the help of Gong Xindan, the ghost king has obviously succeeded in gathering together.

The body shape is condensed, and a few faint silver lights actually appear in the black qi that surrounds the whole body, and the terrible scar on the face that originally spanned the entire face can now be repaired to an extremely light level, and a Taoist robe often worn by the monks of the Nine Sects has been conjured up on his body, although his actions are not visible, his demeanor is quite popular.

Li Hong nodded: "Yes, it seems that you have successfully cultivated into the ghost path." ”

"Exactly! Thank you to the benefactor, if there was no benefactor to give Dan, how could the little ghost be today!" the ghost king sighed deeply in gratitude.

Li Hong scratched his scalp and twisted a little: "Count you are actually my elder, so let's do it, what was your name in the past? Don't call me a benefactor in the future, we will call each other by the name of the Tao." ”

The ghost king didn't even dare to say it, and said at Li Hong's insistent request, it turned out that he was a member of the Jiuli Gate Jizi generation, and he was still Li Hong's great-master and ancestor, and his Taoist name was Ji Lingzi before his death.

Li Hong gossiped with him a few words, and seeing that he had forgotten many things in his life, he said very unhappily, because he smiled and said: "Do you know where the senior master who sang lives in? I am about to visit his old man's house." ”

"Hehe, Xiaoyou, I thought you were just looking for him, but I have been waiting for a long time to see the good wine in your hand!"

The tall figure walked in front of Li Hong with golden lanterns, his bones were strange, and his clothes were as simple as a farmer's house, and he was the strange man who helped him twice.

Li Hong was overjoyed, and he was about to bow down, but suddenly remembered that maybe such a master didn't like too many courtesies, and thought about throwing the wine in his hand over with the boldness, and shouted: "Senior, please!"

"Good!" the strange man took the wine, and with a flick of his finger on the bottleneck, half of the bottleneck was cut off, and the fracture was as smooth as a knife cutting tofu, and the power of one finger was so powerful.

He tilted his head and poured the liquor into his mouth, and a surging white dragon seemed to rush into his wide open mouth, and the aroma of the wine overflowed, and he could only see his throat rolling up and down, and in a blink of an eye, there was no trickle left in the bottle.

"Haha, it's so pleasant! Next time, Xiaoyou will bring a few more bottles, this wine is strong enough!" the strange man wiped his mouth and smiled meaningfully.

Li Hong couldn't keep his tongue up. This bottle of bamboo leaf green was brought by the fifth senior brother from outside the mountain gate, it was two catties, but he drank it dry in one go, it was so refreshing!

Looking at him, somehow, Li Hong passed the person who was smiling at the immortals in his heart, and couldn't help blurting out: "Senior, are you the descendant of Tiandanzi?"

Yun Jiuzi's face turned pale, "Little friend, you all know?" In Xia Yun Jiuzi, he is the only apprentice of the master. ”

Yun Jiuzi's residence is behind the Golden Lantern Gorge, next to a mountain stream called Ghost Stream.

The golden lanterns here are sparse, full of weeds and shrubs, and extremely sparse. The ghost stream is really like its name, the sound of water is sometimes loud and sometimes small, and the sound of dripping and dripping is like a ghost crying and whimpering. The stream is pitch black, and it flows into a deep pool that is a foot wide underneath. From time to time, a vicious black gas rises from the bottom of the pool, and the water surface rolls like a boiling pot for a while, and the slightest cool air refreshes people's skin. It's hard to imagine that there are such poor mountains and bad waters inside the Nine Departure Gates.

There is a rough bluestone slab hut on the side of the pool, which is the residence of Yun Jiuzi. Standing at the door, the hut was extremely simple, with nothing but a few large porcelain wine bottles.

Li Hong couldn't have imagined that the highest contemporary master of Jiulimen would live in such a dilapidated house.

Yun Jiuzi saw what Li Hong meant, and his voice was a little sad: "This is most like the place where my teacher accepted me as an apprentice and lived in seclusion for three years, and those three years were the happiest and most stable three years in my life. After entering the Jiuli Gate, I searched all over the Jiuli Cave Heaven to find this place, just to commemorate the teacher. In total, he has been dead for 3,000 years. ”

Yun Jiuzi's eyes were misty, and he fell into a memory: "Three thousand years ago, I was about to be beheaded, and it was my teacher who saved me. From then on, I set an example in my teacher's words and deeds, but where can I compare to one ten-thousandth of his old man! The teacher is happy and resentful, and he is proud of the immortals. And I, in fact, used to be just an insignificant death row prisoner who everyone spurned. ”