The ancients said: The mountain is not high, but there are immortals, so the spirit is. This Lion Camel Mountain is not only high, but also a great demon saint with a shocking cultivation. It is easy to imagine its beauty.

Lion Camel Mountain is so beautiful, but Guo Dalu found that his Taoist magic power was slowly failing. Every step he took would lead to a decline. It felt very obvious, as if the Lion Camel King was deliberately stimulating him.

However, Guo Dalu was stunned for a moment when he took the first step, and then he realized that this should be some kind of prohibition from the holy land, and there was nothing to make a fuss about.

Walking on the mountain road, feeling the rich vitality in the mountains, I feel refreshed. Occasionally, I look around and see the mountain steep and steep, hanging like a dangerous place, and the waterfalls fly in a slanted and vines hang upside down. The scenery is dangerous and beautiful, and it is indescribable and pleasant, making people feel lingering.

This is the first time Guo Dalu has visited the Saint's Temple in person. It feels really great. I thought that when I become a saint in the future, I must build a beautiful place to make a temple.

After walking for a while, I passed by several mountain platforms and turned over several mountain roads. After walking for about ten miles, I felt that all the magical powers on my body were suppressed. Although the formation technique could not be covered, the Guoda Road could not be spread out on this mountain. There were rocks, woods, water, fire and earth, and I was afraid that none of them would listen to his command.

For the first time, Guo Dalu truly felt the sadness of hierarchy suppression.

I thought I had already entered the house after my practice, but today I realized that I was still a little far from the saint Wukong to somersault clouds when I climbed the mountain.

After walking for a few steps, I saw a few branches placing around me, thinking that they had broken and fell from the mountain tree. After a while, Guo Dalu reached out to pick the one who was handy, and shook it up and down to try to have flexibility.

Just at this moment, a gust of wind blew from the valley. When the wind passed, it smelled fishy, ​​followed by a roar of shock, and a white-headed tiger jumped out of the ground, blocking the way forward majestic, staring at the boy who lost all his Taoist magic and magical powers.

Guo Dalu laughed for no reason, looked up and asked loudly in the air, "Hey, are you all bored?"

Of course there was no answer.

The Jinmao Fenghu responded and walked towards Guo Dalu step by step. His fierce eyes stared at Guo Dalu, with his expression of signature vigilance.

Guo Dalu is now full of Taoist energy, and Haoran energy is completely restrained by the saint. He was originally able to face the tiger demon king head-on, but at this time, he felt very stressed when facing a tiger that had never practiced. The key is that he cannot ignore it. He does not understand the saint's temper, but he really doesn't know whether the Lion Camel King will save him at a critical moment. If he let the tiger treat himself as takeaway and feast, it will be too late to regret it.

Fortunately, he had just had an idea and picked a branch.

The Taoist arts, magic, array arts, and formations cannot be used. He also has the Mo family sword. This simple and unpretentious sword technique is like swimming or riding a bicycle. Once you learn it, it will grow on your body and will not disappear.

"It's a pity that I didn't drink three bowls of big wine, which is a shame."

The big insect pressed his two front paws slightly underground, and looked up and rushed towards Guo Dalu from mid-air, making a terrifying and fierce voice.

Guo Dalu stood still at first, and waited for the tiger to pounce in front of him, and flashed to the side of the tiger.

The tiger turned around and put its front paws on the ground, lifted its waist and hips, and used its body to confront Guo Dalu.

Guo Dalu still avoided the branches in his hand, carrying them behind his back, just paying attention to observe and not taking action for the time being.

The tiger attacked the two fierce attacks without success. It roared angrily, but it seemed like a thunderbolt in half a day, which made the mountain shake and the hill shake. It immediately raised the tiger's tail and cut it towards Guo Dalu.

Guo Dalu drifted away and said to himself: "It's really a pounce, a lift, and a cut."

I wonder if the big insect felt the carelessness in Guo Dalu's words, and was furious. He stretched out his front paws, as if he was going to pinch Guo Dalu's neck, and rushed over with wind and rain. This time, Guo Dalu stopped dodging, shook his wrist, silently lit two swords, stabbed the tiger's eyes, and then Guo Dalu raised the branches and slapped the big insect's neck. Hearing a "crackling" sound, a long, fresh blood mark suddenly appeared on the tiger's neck.

Guo Dalu's body turned, the horns of his robe flew, and countless shadows turned into branches. He greeted the tiger with all his heart. Since entering the Xuan Realm, Guo Dalu has not used the Mo family sword technique so happily for a long time. Today is just enough. He also demonstrated to the Moshan Sage, saying aloof to the Great Sage of Moving Mountain - Haven't you blocked my cultivation level? I can still abuse your tiger.

The blinded tiger jumped around and had no power to fight back.

Guo Dalu didn't know what happened. Once the sword technique was used, the murderous intent would spread inexplicably, and the horse would be free and unrestrained, like a madman, even - uncontrollable!

The poor tiger was hit by hundreds or thousands of swords, and it was probably already broken.

Slap sex...

Countless debris scattered and floated in front of my eyes, and the white-headed tiger disappeared, leaving only a piece of leaf the size of a palm in front of me.

Guo Dalu's sword style is like a sudden rain, rapid, dense and long, and his state is like drunkenness, and he is willing to sprinkle, but he attacks a leaf without any ability to resist.

He was whipping a leaf like crazy! It was like a snoring wind.

The scene was so beautiful. Guo Dalu stopped his sword move and looked at the scattered leaves that were beaten by his Mo family sword and the two holes in the leaves, and was confused.

Being completely fooled.

Is this the method of the saint? The leaves turn into tigers, and they are so realistic, and the threat and evil spirit are more real than the real tiger. Even in the peak state, I can't do this. The leaves turn into butterflies and at most they turn into sparrows, but if they turn into tigers, they can't do it for the time being.

It seems that it is really difficult to hit the saint in the face.

Guo Dalu was stunned for a while, but didn't think too much, and shook his head and said, "Snake Sperm is sick."

After saying that, I was about to turn around and continue up the mountain. Unexpectedly, there was another gust of wind in the slope woods, and the wind had a strange smell, like some kind of poisonous fog.

Then there was a rustling sound in the forest, and a big python as thick as a bucket was snatched out. The python held its head up, its eyes burst out with golden light, opened its huge mouth, stuck out its tongue, and spit out its mist at Guo Dalu.

Guo Dalu didn't want to beat a leaf hard anymore. He was about to pull out his legs and walked away when he suddenly moved his heart. The branch moved to his left hand. His body slanted, and the sword was like lightning, stabbing the giant python's eyes. Then he still beat bloody torture.

This time his sword was still crazy, but he was able to control and release it easily.

The python finally proved that it was not a leaf, but a long-leaf clover.

After Guo Dalu hit Qingcao, he calmly put his sword in his mouth, smiled indifferently, and walked forward.

In the Xuan Realm, strength is the most respected. Whoever has a higher level or a greater rule? You are a saint. If you throw away leaves, I will poke the leaves. If you throw away grass, I will poke the grass. It doesn’t matter. When my buddy was a child, I could eat cucumbers raw and catch frogs alive. The Taoist heart was stable. There was no gap and no impact. Just come.

I didn't encounter a big insect and python in front of me. I climbed over two more mountains and faintly heard a herd of flute sound from the pine forest in front of me. The sound of the flute gradually approached. Guo Dalu looked up and saw that there was a Taoist boy with a pink and jade carving. The boy had a corner of his head soaring into the sky, a pair of straw shoes, a yellow cow, a horizontal blowing iron flute, a blue dress, floating away from the dust, and leisurely walked out of the forest.

Guo Dalu stood there, quietly watching the Taoist child, but his mind was filled with the four taboos in the world of cultivation: monks, Taoists, women and children.

Guo Dalu blinked, bent his legs slightly, then kicked his feet suddenly, and his body shot towards the child like an arrow from a string. The branch in his hand made a sword, pointing to the child's bright eyes like stars in the autumn night.

The boy's face flashed with a strange look and he glanced at Guo Dalu.

Beep!

The strength of Guo Dalu, who was so powerful that he seemed to be instantly drained, fell to the ground, and the tree branch and wooden sword in his hand flew away from him.

Guo Dalu lay on the ground, but did not get up immediately, raised his arms high, folded his palms together, and shouted: "Guo Dalu in the world has seen the Great Saint of Moving Mountain."

The boy laughed loudly, pointed at Guo Dalu with an iron flute in his hand and said, "As the saying goes, "If you don't know Mount Tai, you're good. If you don't know Mount Tai, you're confused. You even recognize Mount Tai. You even regard me as the Great Sage Moving Mountain, and you're smart."

Guo Dalu turned over and sat on the ground, looked up at the shepherd boy on the scalper and asked, "Are you not the lion camel king? Then who are you?"

The shepherd boy said, "I am here to move the boy under the Great Saint's throne, and I will come here to herd cattle, and by the way, the Great Saint's order is waiting for you here, and I will tell you a word."

"What do you mean?" Guo Dalu stared into the shepherd boy's eyes.

"The Great Sage has now gone to Beihai to find the Great Sage of Fuhai to drink. If he is not on the mountain, he asked me to tell you that you will wait for him to come back on this mountain."

"How long will it take to wait?"

"This is uncertain, at least three or two years, at least seven or eight years. If two great saints talk about literature and martial arts, or make an appointment to visit a secret realm in the Holy Ruins, it is not impossible for you to wait for ten or twenty years."

"Then I'll go directly to Beihai to find him."

"The Great Sage of the Sea is in charge of the waters of the Xuan Realm. Without his order, who can enter the North Sea? Even if you can enter the North Sea, where will you find the vast sea?"

"Since the Lion Camel King is not on the mountain, I will go back first and I will come back when he comes back."

The shepherd boy sneered: "You think this Lion Tuo Mountain is your Beiming Sect, and you can say you can leave when you want to come? The Great Sage asked you to wait here, you must wait here and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Guo Dalu was neither angry nor annoyed, and asked, "Since you are a boy under the Great Saint of Moshan, I'll ask you, has your Great Saint ever mentioned a brother named Sun Wukong to you?"

The shepherd boy's eyes flashed, and he said calmly: "I mentioned that it was a brother he made in another world when he was out for a trip. He called him the 'The Great Sage of Monkey King'. He had very strong skills."

"Oh, then do he know that his brother has been pressed by the Buddha of Tathagata under the Five Elements Mountain?"

"It's the secret realm of the Five Elements!" the shepherd boy blurted out, and then he returned to his tone: "So what if you know?"

"Since you know, why don't you find a way to rescue me, and you're going to Beihai to drink? Have you forgotten all the love of being sworn brothers?"

"Rescue? Haha, who do you think that Tathagata is? Where do you think the secret realm he set up with his own hands?"

Guo Dalu retorted sternly: "There were seven great saints who had sworn in the beginning. Even if you were not considered the Bull Demon King, there were five great saints in this world. Could it be that you five saints have no way to do anything? Are you going to hide in this world forever? The great saints of Monkey King have never forgotten you, but do you still remember him?"

"Guo Dalu, you are arrogant! You are a junior, and you should call me a master in terms of seniority. How dare you speak to me like this? Did your master and my seventh brother teach you the rules?" The shepherd boy's voice was crisp and tender, but the content of his words was quite mature. Compared with the two, it made people feel strange.

Guo Dalu stared at the shepherd boy, smiling without saying a word.

The face of the shepherd boy is actually the Lion Camel King, who is the original Lord of Moving Mountain, knows that he has been trapped. The boy in front of him has defrauded his true identity. He waved his hand angrily and swept Guo Dalu who was sitting on the ground to the Wanzhang Valley next to him.

"Today I will teach you how to be a human being on your behalf." The faceless Lion Camel King said angrily.

"Sun Wukong is not my master, but my brother!"
Chapter completed!