Mo Hua was shocked and a little unbelievable for a moment.

He suddenly remembered something:

"Master Gu once said that Gushan is rich in Ming Dynasty chalcopyrite, and it was once called 'Guhuang Mountain'... The mountain god of Guhuang Mountain is also the God of Guhuang Mountain... Lord Huangshan?"

Before I started doing ink painting, I never thought that I could have such a connection.

When Master Gu mentioned "Guhuang Mountain" to him, he didn't think of Huangshan Jun at all.

But, that's not quite right...

Mo Hua immediately frowned.

Huangshanjun, the desolate mountain god, is his old friend.

If it is really related to Gushan, then with my own understanding of the path of cause and effect, I must be able to detect some clues.

But he didn't notice it at all.

Either he was careless, or it meant that there was a great cause and effect behind Huangshan Jun's matter, and it was covered up by someone's secret method, preventing others from prying or sensing it.

Mo Hua looked at the gate of the temple again, and saw the Guhuang Mountain God holding a mountain halberd, wearing chain-locked golden armor, with a long and narrow face, a majestic gaze, and a scornful gaze.

In my mind, I thought of Huangshan Jun, who was made of clay and dressed in plain robes in a ruined temple. His face turned pale with hunger. He drank rainwater and ate rotten vegetables every day, only trying to apologize to himself.

For a moment, he couldn't associate these two people, not... these two gods, together.

It seems that not only people are miserable when they are in despair, but also the mountain gods are miserable.

But at the same time, Mo Hua had more doubts in his heart:

"What happened to Huangshanjun, who was once so majestic, to become what he is now?"

"Didn't it have its evil roots cut off by the seniors of the Taixu Sect? What kind of past does it have in it?"

"Why is its temple sealed in a mass grave at the bottom of this lonely mountain..."

…

Mo Hua raised his head and looked at the magnificent and magnificent temple behind the grand gate.

"The truth may be hidden in the temple..."

While Mo Hua was filled with doubts, Master Hui also showed a shocked look when he saw this temple.

"There is such a treasure palace in this tomb..."

Although he was shocked, he was also a little puzzled, "What kind of palace is this? It doesn't look like there is a tomb inside."

Second Master Hui frowned and looked at the old man in black robe. He saw a pious and vicissitudes of life expression on his face and murmured:

"Finally, I found it..."

He stretched out his hand to touch the golden door, but as soon as he touched it, he pulled it back as if he was electrocuted.

It is as if there is a divine power condensed on the door, and others are not allowed to get involved.

The old man in black robe had a solemn expression, and attached the bloody evil force to his palm before pushing the door open.

His skinny palm pressed against the door.

Bloody evil power intertwined with the golden door.

The golden light gradually brightened and became hot, evaporating the blood color bit by bit.

The hand of the old man in black robe was like pressing on a "soldering iron". As the white smoke rose, not only was the evil power consumed, but the skin and flesh between the palms were also burned, scorched, and peeled off bit by bit, turning into

Dense bones.

The expression of the old man in black robe did not change, he looked forward to death, and still tried his best to push the door open.

But the door of this golden temple remained motionless.

Seeing that not only his palms turned into white bones, but also his arms were being incinerated bit by bit, the old man in black robe let out a long sigh before stopping his hand.

After he stopped his hand, the white bones on his arm were gradually wrapped in blood, the muscles were entangled, and they were knitted into a human hand again.

Seeing that the old man in black robe could not open the door, the Demon Sect leader said hoarsely:

"I'll do it."

The old man in black robe sighed and said apologetically: "The blood of this old slave is not worthy..."

The leader of the Demon Sect nodded slightly and walked to the golden door. The green dragon patterns on his back lit up one by one, his blood surged, and the huge power of the evil dragon was poured into his palms.

His palm slowly pushed on the temple door.

A vague dragon roar sounded.

It was as if something was resonating with his bloodline.

The blood of the Demon Sect leader began to boil, and then gurgled into the golden temple gate.

The door, which is gorgeous and noble and contains huge secrets, is also trembling a little bit.

Mo Hua's heart couldn't help but become nervous and expectant.

Time passed little by little.

The demon sect leader's expression was solemn, and the blue-black evil dragon's shadow around him had completely emerged, and less than half of the vast and surging blood had been drained.

The door of the temple, drinking the blood of the evil dragon, is about to open.

Suddenly, a ray of light that was as solid as a white sword came through the air with astonishing spiritual power, and directly attacked the Demon Sect leader who was pushing the door open.

The Demon Sect leader's expression changed, but he did not let go.

The bear demon cultivator roared angrily, stood in front of him, turned into a demonic bear claw, and blocked the sword.

But this sword light was as smooth as white jade and even more powerful. After a moment of stalemate, it broke through the sharp claws of the Xiong Zhu demon cultivator and attacked the Demon Sect leader.

The black-robed old man flashed his body, sacrificed a skull with long horns, and turned into a skeleton shadow, blocking the remaining sword light, and then neutralized the sword move.

The frightened old man looked up and saw six monks coming from a distance. Their cultivation levels ranged from the early stage of the Golden Core to the peak of the Golden Core.

The first person, with peak Jindan cultivation, has an ordinary appearance, but has a calm temperament, eyes like a falcon, and is wearing a Taoist robe of the Shen family. He is the powerful elder of the Shen family, Shen Shouxing.

At this moment, he was holding a white jade sword, and the astonishingly powerful sword light just now came from his hand.

In addition to him, there are two other Jindan members from the Shen family, and Xun Ziyou.

When Shen Shouxing saw the leader of the Demon Sect with the evil dragon pattern trying to push open the temple door, his pupils trembled and he said angrily in a cold voice:

"The demonic beast is seeking death!"

He struck out with another sword. The sword was like white jade, and the light of the sword was as clear as a white sword.

The old man in black robe still sacrificed his ferocious horns and bones, turned into a skeleton and blood shadow, and fought with Shen Shouxing.

Xun Ziyou also struck a blow with his sword, but was stopped by the bear demon cultivator.

When the two met, they were extremely jealous.

"It's you, the evil bear!"

"Elder Taixu Sect Sword Cultivator, damn it!"

Xun Ziyou's tone was cold, "You can't find a place after wearing iron shoes. Today I will make you, a wicked beast, fall under the sword of hatred."

"I'm not ashamed of my words," Xiong Zhi Demon Cultivator's eyes were blood red, "Today I will eat your flesh and drink your blood alive, so that you will die without a complete body."

The two had a grudge since they left the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.

Later, when the Demon Sect was wiped out, there was another life-and-death fight.

At this time, there was a strong hatred between each other, so once they took over, it was a fight to the death.

In addition, Master Gu and Fan Diansi, and the two tomb robbers Hui Erye and Shitou started to kill each other.

Young Master Xuan blocked the other two Shen Family Golden Pills with one against two.

The war is about to break out, with swords and swords flying, Taoism and evil magic intertwined, and the scene is extremely chaotic for a while.

Mo Hua immediately hid far away.

This is a golden elixir fighting hard, and there are still several golden elixir peak and even late golden elixir monks who are fighting desperately. The aftermath is so strong that Mo Hua can't bear it at all.

For a "crispy" foundation builder like him, the melee of golden elixirs is really no joke.

It would be good if you can protect yourself wisely. Even if you are watching a show, you should stay far away.

Fortunately, the Jin Dan present only wanted to kill the enemy and did not want to hurt innocent people.

Therefore, even if the power of the golden elixir was intertwined and the scene was extremely fierce, Mo Hua was still unharmed for a while.

At the beginning of the battle, there was still a stalemate.

But as the fighting continued, the situation gradually became clearer, and it was obvious that Shen Shouxing and Elder Xun had the upper hand.

One is the Shen family elder who is at the peak of the Golden Core. He seems to be only one step away from becoming immortal.

The other one is an elder swordsman in the late stage of Taixu Sect’s Golden Core, and he is extremely proficient in swordsmanship.

The demon Xiong Cultivator gradually became unable to withstand Elder Xun's sword intent.
To be continued...