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Chapter 291 Crisis in Luoxian Mountain! Immortals wither! Immortal Ancestors retreat!

Author: Likes to eat cold preserved eggs

Chapter 291 Crisis in Luoxian Mountain! Immortals wither! Immortal Ancestors retreat!

"Isn't it lively? Three religions and nine schools often come here to hunt for treasures. Killing people and stealing goods is a common thing. Alas... there is no way for casual cultivators to survive~!"

There was a slovenly man sitting behind the wooden fence on the right. He had dirty hair and a dirty face, and his appearance was unclear. He looked more like a street beggar.

Hearing the sound, Zi Ming looked at the sloppy man, looked at it and then asked.

"What about the mortals? Is it possible that monks are not allowed to enter here?"

Pulling out the stopper of the wine gourd, the sloppy man raised his head and took a sip of sake, smacking his lips and nodding.

"Of course, Luo Xian Mountain has spawned the creatures from the Tai Qing Xuan Immortal Realm. Any monk who steps in, regardless of whether you are the founder of the three religions or an elder disciple, will be killed! They are so fierce!"

Zijun didn't listen carefully to the chat between the two, and secretly released his mental power to explore the Luoxian Mountain.

Until his spiritual power reached the depths of Luoxian Mountain!

I saw a red-haired creature wearing a black robe with a head of fried hair, squatting on the ground with his back to him.

As if he noticed something, the red-haired creature turned his head sharply!

That creature has green-faced fangs! But its purple-gray pupils are extremely bright!

The unusually bright red lips opened wide, two sharp fangs leaked out, and he roared towards the exit of Luoxian Mountain!

Surrounding it are piles of all kinds of magic weapons and elixirs! There are even many legendary elixirs!

[Master, this godhead is about to become refined! It can actually practice independently! It can even transform!]

As soon as the system finished speaking, the red-haired spirit with a green face and fangs stood up and ran rampant!

Rushing towards the exit of Luoxian Mountain at a speed that is imperceptible to the naked eye!

Withdrawing his mental power, Zijun twitched the corner of his mouth.

This is terrible, I guess the investigation just now broke the rules of this place.

With the way that creature behaves, it would be difficult for the monk outside the mouth not to die!

"Hey! Run! The creature from the Mysterious Immortal Realm has come out!" Zi Jun stood on the stand and shouted towards the entrance of Luo Xian Mountain.

Hearing this, the monks present looked at Zijun as if they were fools.

As early as a hundred years ago, this place had formed a barrier of its own, which could not only block outside monks, but also block the creatures in the Mysterious Immortal Realm within the mountain.

Different from others! The elders of Qinghuai Academy and the elders of Luo Mo Sect looked solemn!

"Quick! The three of you and I work together to seize the Demon God! I am mentally disturbed! I feel uneasy!"

The great elder of Qinghuai Academy used his magical power to send messages through the air.

The other two elders looked at each other and immediately used their magical powers to hit the four elders of Luo Demon Sect!

In the empty sky, hundreds of golden lights appeared out of thin air in a strange space!

Iron chains woven with hundreds of golden order inscriptions wrapped around three of the Luo Demon Cult elders!

The elder who was not trapped by the iron chain was swimming around! His movements were as smooth as a fish!

That golden chain of order can do nothing to him!

"Old ghost Fu Bo! Compared to the people in my demon sect, what is the difference between what you are doing?"

While speaking! The old man in blue robe pinched his magic fingers! A giant dragon with black sparkling light all over its body passed through the different space and landed here!

The huge dragon head is a hundred meters long! The monks are like ants in front of it!

"Ancestor of the ancient North Sea Dragon King! Black Dragon Beast God! This devil is blessed with good fortune."

Elder Fu Bo looked solemn. Although the black dragon in front of him was not its true form, it contained the pressure of the beast-god black dragon!

If trouble comes, I'm afraid this Luoxian Mountain will have to be renamed Luoxianming!

"The heavens are mighty! The Holy Pen brings forth wonderful flowers! Come down!" Saint Master Fu Bo was unwilling to be left alone, and used his magic to summon the phantoms of the ancestors of the Holy Court to come!

Compared with the black dragon when it went out to sea, its majestic momentum overwhelmed all living beings!

The aura exuded by this saint's shadow makes people feel as close as a spring breeze!

"Well done! I've long wanted to see what this literary sage can do!" The old man in blue robe pointed his sword at Fu Bo and the four of them!

The black dragon that had been entrenched for nine days moved like a swimming dragon! It opened its bloody mouth and bit the four people from Qinghuai Academy!

Above the nine heavens! The phantom of the literary saint in white clothes and snow, stretched out a finger and pointed at the black dragon's head!

I saw the saint's eyes filled with golden light! Two black and white Bagua formations that blended with each other hovered behind him!

One yin and one yang! The root of all Tao! It goes round and round! Tao follows nature!

"The phantom of the saint! This Qinghuai Academy has really spent a lot of money."

The sloppy man's eyes widened and he looked up at the duel between the Dragon Saints above the nine heavens!

"Master, is this saint's shadow very powerful?"

Standing within the space barrier created by Zi Jun, Zi Ming could not feel the slightest fluctuation of immortal power. He looked up at Zi Jun and asked.

Hearing a smile, Zijun's right hand behind his back lightly twisted his fingers, and the space barrier weakened!

Plop! Plop! Plop!

Zi Ming felt her heart beat faster! Along with it was the sense of crisis brought by that life!

Advise him to flee from here!

thump!

Her legs gave way, and Zi Ming fell to the ground, sweating profusely and staring at the Holy Dragon Battle above the nine heavens!

"With your level of cultivation, you naturally can't understand the mystery. The monks here are all in the realm of immortals, so they can naturally resist one or two."

After releasing his finger, the space barrier was strengthened again, and Ziming's vaguely uneasy mood gradually calmed down.

"Hehe! You have never even stepped into the realm of immortals, yet you dare to follow your husband here. I must be a young master with extraordinary cultivation."

Looking down at Zi Ming, the slovenly man raised his head and cast his gaze on Zi Jun to test.

"Huh! Master, I was just born late! If I were born ten thousand years earlier, I would definitely be better than a beggar like you!"

Zi Ming was dissatisfied, climbed up, put his hands on his hips, raised his chin and retorted.

The sloppy man turned a deaf ear and kept his gaze on Zijun's face.

The latter took off the wine gourd from his waist, took a sip of the spirit wine, and spoke to persuade.

"It's fate to meet by chance. If you want to leave this place alive, the monster in the fairy mountain... has woken up."

Zi Jun was understated and couldn't hear the slightest emotion. The sloppy man was also confused when he heard the sound.

His eyes swayed from side to side, and he hesitated for a moment without intending to leave.

He came here just like everyone else to hunt for treasure.

"Beggar, why don't you leave quickly! What my master said is very effective!"

Seeing that the sloppy man refused to listen, Zi Ming tried to persuade him, but his tone didn't sound like persuading, but more like driving him away.

"You little loach are quite interesting. Your husband hasn't even chased me away. Why are you so anxious?"

The sloppy man stood up and leaned on the railing with both hands, holding a wine gourd in his right hand and a red spiritual fruit with a piece missing in his left hand.

This sloppy man was also acquainted with me. He just walked by without saying hello, and he had the spiritual fruit in the purple plate.

Seeing this scene, Zi Ming didn't want to see this sloppy man anymore. He pulled Zi Jun's sleeves, pointed at the sloppy man and complained.

"Master, this guy took our spiritual fruit without saying hello, which is no different from stealing! Master, beat him up!"

Shaking his head and smiling helplessly, Zi Jun looked down at him and patiently advised him.

"People are kind enough to tell you about the Xinmi of the Immortal Mountain. So what if I eat your spiritual fruit? Even though the Xinmi is not worth the price."

The sloppy man didn't care, he took a bite of the spiritual fruit in his hand and commented.

"One spiritual fruit is worth five days of hard work. It is indeed a good thing. Sir, why don't you ask me something else? For example, your name?"

Pumping his cheeks, the slovenly man looked at Zijun again with a smile.

"Run away~! Run away!"

(End of chapter)