The bitter wailing sounded over the entire Luoou Mountain for three days and three nights... Listening to these wailing sounds, the bandits in Luoou Mountain Village were not only happy, but also a little fear. When their eyes looked at the hill opposite the mountain village, in addition to increasing respect, they also had a little worship. Jindan Zhenren, Jindan Zhenren Zhenren, like a god. Their mountain master is such a Jindan Zhenren.

Mi Changliang had been howling here for three days and three nights. Although he was a monk, all his energy and spirit had disappeared under the devour of thousands of evil spirits. Now even if Fang Ling let him go, he could only be a useless person who was inferior to ordinary people.

But Tu Dawei next to him was even more miserable. Tu Dawei, who also suffered from the burning souls of thousands of ghosts, could no longer scream. For those who fell to Ou Mountain, Mi Changliang's warning was far inferior to Tu Dawei. After all, he was the second leader of this mountain. Now that he has fallen into such a field, who doesn't feel afraid?

There was no one guarding the huge flagpole. With Fang Ling's forbidden method, even if someone came to save them, it would be in vain to not break Fang Ling's forbidden method. At this time, a small figure passed under the flagpole. The person came was a pretty young woman. This woman was like a lilac blooming in the deep mountains, silently, faintly, elegant and implicit, without any vulgar, exaggerated and artificial singular aura, which made people easily feel good at first sight.

"How does it feel to you, a bad guy, Qiang Ghosts Burning Soul?" Xiaotong looked at Mi Changliang with a smile in her words.

Mi Changliang was not a tough guy, and nodded repeatedly and said, "Auntie. I was wrong. I shouldn't have wanted to eat swan meat. Please ask Zhenren Fang for love. Let me die soon!"

"Die? Humph, if it weren't for our Uncle Fang's timely turn around, we would be the ones who cannot survive and die. Let's let you suffer more today!" As he spoke, Xiaotong had a small black wooden sign in his hand. As he swayed, flames that seemed to have no shape were burned on Mi Changliang's body.

"Ahhhh... You little demon girl, grandpa regrets not breaking your Yuanyin directly. You wait... Ahhh... When my master comes, you must let you fall into destruction forever and not be reborn!"

Xiaotong hated Mi Changliang to the core. Although she lost her father since she was a child, under the care of Jiang Qingyue and Zhao Chunli, she had almost received any harm. This time she almost lost her innocence to Mi Changliang's hands. How could she be polite to him? The wooden sign was shaking more and more anxiously, and Mi Changliang's scream became more and more shrill.

After Mi Changliang fainted in pain, Xiaotong then put away the wooden sign and walked towards the cave on the hill with satisfaction. She was familiar with the cave. When Fang Ling had just been in seclusion, she came here a lot. However, when she came to the cave, she felt panic for no reason. Although Fang Ling was still kind when she saw her, the majesty of the Jindan real person that Zhao Chunli told her was deeply imprinted in her heart.

She could not yet associate the Jindan Zhenren who spoke to Fang Ling. On her day of cultivation, she had also longed for the scene of her cultivating the Jindan, but it was just a kind of random thoughts in a child's family. However, she did not expect that Fang Ling, who was good to her since childhood, actually became the Jindan Zhenren.

It is five hundred years old, and there is a way to move mountains and fill the sea, which is hard to match for in the world!

"Is it Tong'er? Come in if you have something to do!" Fang Ling's indifferent voice came from the cave.

Hearing this voice, Xiaotong felt a warm heart, and then quickly walked into the cave. But seeing Fang Ling sitting cross-legged on a stone couch, looking at her with a hint of peace on her face. Although she had a lot of words in her heart to say to Fang Ling, the moment she faced Fang Ling, Xiaotong felt the majesty that came from Fang Ling that made her tremble in her heart.

"Meet Uncle." In the end, Xiaotong respectfully saluted Fang Ling.

Fang Ling nodded, raised his fingers lightly, and lifted Xiaotong up and said, "It's all my family, there's no need to be polite. Is your mother okay?"

"Report to uncle, my mother is fine, but because she was frightened, she has not been able to sleep well these days." Xiaotong came to Fang Ling obediently and said softly.

Fang Ling nodded and pondered for a moment and said, "The elixir I gave your mother should be taken on time and will be cured in a few days. In addition, if your master doesn't come to pick you up, you don't go back. I'll take care of your mother."

Xiaotong nodded, said a few more gossips to Fang Ling, and then walked out of the cave respectfully. Xiaotong, who came out of the cave, felt a little lost. She originally felt that she had something to say to Uncle Fang, but when she saw Uncle Fang, she couldn't say anything.

"Fellow fellow Taoists ahead. Is this Luoou Mountain?" Just as Xiaotong was complaining, he suddenly heard someone shouting above his head.

Xiaotong looked up and saw two monks flying from the void, one was tall and fat, bald, holding a black black staff in his hand; the other was only three feet tall, and his equally fat body made him look more like a ball. The man also held an iron staff in his hand, but the iron staff in his hand was red.

The double evil spirits of Eagle Mountain!

When Xiaotong saw these two people, she immediately thought of the powerful figures Zhao Chunli mentioned in the past during her chat. The key point was to mention these two people, saying that these two people were famous for being cruel and moody, and warned Xiaotong to travel around the world in the future, and that once they met these two people, they would never be provoked. After Zhao Chunli for such a long time, Xiaotong knew Zhao Chunli's temperament, and she was a proud person herself. Even people who she said could not avoid were definitely not ordinary people.

What are they doing here? Could it be that they are here to trouble Uncle Fang? As these two thoughts arose, the little girl suddenly felt a little confused.

The tall man who asked about it suddenly showed a hint of displeasure on his face, but he was immediately pulled by the short fat man. The short fat man was Zhen Qian, the boss of the Eagle Mountain Double Evil. He heard him say with a smile on his face: "Miss, is this Luoou Mountain?"

"Ah... this is Luoou Mountain." Xiaotong, who reacted, said with a hint of panic in his words.

"Oh, that's good." Zhen Qian said as he closed the white mist he stepped on, and gently fell on Xiaotong's approach and said, "Little girl, we are from Yingshan. We are here to pay homage to Senior Fang. Where should we report to you?"

"Are you here to meet our Uncle Fang?" Xiaotong looked at Zhen Qian's slow and gentle words, and couldn't help but relax and became much more courageous.

The Zhen Gan and Zhen Zhen brothers looked at each other and smiled, "That's right. We heard that Senior Fang has proved the Golden Pill, so we are here to congratulate you. I also asked my little sister to help me report it. That meeting is fate. This iron sword talisman is just for the little sister. Please don't dislike me."

Looking at the yellow talisman handed over by Zhen Gan with both hands, Xiaotong's eyes felt hot. With her cultivation level, this kind of treasure talisman is the best treasure she can use. Although she also has it in her hands, who would dislike her having too many treasures? After licking her tongue, Xiaotong finally waved her hand and said, "You don't need to do this, two seniors, I'll report it to you now." While she was speaking, she ran quickly towards the cave where Fang Ling was without waiting for the two of them to speak.

The brothers Zhen Gan and Zhen Zhen looked at Xiaotong who had left. After a glance at each other, they looked at Mi Changliang who was hanging on the flagpole. They had seen Mi Changliang, and at this time they saw Mi Changliang's appearance that they could not live or die, their expressions seemed more and more respectful.

Within the next quarter of an hour, Xiaotong saw the scene that surprised her. After the murderous man in her master came to Fang Ling's cave, he immediately paid homage to Fang Ling and said a lot of congratulations.

When Fang Ling asked them to stand up and talk, the two of them even took out a few rare treasures of materials from their bags and respectfully presented them to Fang Ling. In Xiaotong's opinion, each of these things was enough for her master to fight for them.

When Fang Ling casually said that he had accepted these gifts, a bright smile appeared on the Zhen brothers' faces. After staying for a quarter of an hour, Xiaotong still sent the two out of the cave.

"Little sister, I have a bird here, which is quite satisfactory and is just right for my little sister to play with." After walking out of the cave, Zhen Gan let out a tremolo sound. In an instant, a golden eagle that was ten feet long flew from a distance.

The golden eagle is huge and its aura is even stronger. Xiaotong can tell at a glance that this is a monster of the eighth level of Qi Refining. She knows that this monster is not easy to recover. Even in her master's cave, there is only a grey lion to listen to. Now, this golden eagle, the double evil spirit of the Eagle Mountain, gave it to her without blinking, which made her a little panic. Just when she didn't know what to do, she heard Fang Ling's voice coming from her ears: "Since they are so intentional, just accept it!"

Looking at the figure of the two evil spirits of Yingshan, and then at the mighty golden eagle, Xiaotong realized that she was not dreaming. Xiaotong, who was very happy, could not suppress her inner excitement? She quickly pinched the magic tricks and followed the method taught by the Zhen brothers, and ordered the golden eagle to rush straight into the sky.

The mountain wind was howling, and the blowing made people unable to open their eyes. Xiaotong looked at the familiar Luoou Mountain. The mountain wind was still there, and there was no difference. But her heart told her that this place was no longer the same, and the owners here were different!

Just as she took back the golden eagle and landed on the peak again, she saw a dark cloud sailing towards her like lightning. Before she could react, the dark cloud had already arrived not far from her.

But Mi Changliang, who was originally like a dead dog, shouted in surprise: "Hahaha, Master is here, Fang Ling, your death date is here!" (To be continued...)
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