Liangzhou is located in the border area of ​​Daqing. It has many mountains and rivers, but there are no famous mountains and rivers, and few people are stumbled here.

After all, Liangzhou has three thousand miles north of the land, which is the Mingchuan Mountains that stretch tens of thousands of miles. Although there are many wild animals and many monsters, the place where spiritual energy gathers is far beyond Liangzhou.

Most monks with a little trick went to the Mingchuan Mountains to open a cave.

However, Liangzhou is a major state, and there are also monks who have opened caves here.

The Golden Bell Tower is one of them.

The Golden Bell Tower is located in Jinzhong Mountain, 300 miles away from Ding'an County. As a local sect in Liangzhou, it has been located here for many years.

However, there are formations outside the sect's sect's resident. Even hunters who accidentally entered, most of the mountain people went out after a few circles. Therefore, although there has always been legends of immortals in Jinzhong Mountain, no one has actually found them.

"Ahem!"

Between the mountains, there were sounds of coughing from a wooden building.

Taoist Changlin woke up from seclusion and walked out of the seclusion place.

Every time he took a step, he coughed, and at the same time, a cloud of yin energy like ink was coughed out by him. When he walked out of the Mulou, he had already coughed for more than a hundred times, and his voice became a little hoarse.

"Master, are you okay?"

Outside the wooden building, the Mingxin Taoist boy sitting cross-legged on the lawn studying Taoist books raised his head.

Looking at the pale but shadowless face of Taoist Changlin, he breathed a sigh of relief.

During the trip to the Yinsi Tavern, Taoist Changlin almost died in the underworld and fled out in a panic. He took all the secret pills from the Golden Bell Tower before he could barely save his life.

It took several months of cultivation to recover.

"It's okay? It's a big deal!"

The Taoist Changlin sighed with a sad expression:

"Youming is indeed not easy to break through. The several magic weapons left by the ancestor are all put in it..."

His deadline is approaching, and although he escaped by luck this time, he has not had a few years of life.

Moreover, most of the magical tools left by ancestors of all generations were built inside.

It can be said to be a blood loss.

And he still had a doubt in his heart.

That is, he was clearly about to be buried in the mouth of the old ghost in the underworld, so why did the old ghost suddenly retreat?

No, it's not retreating, it's just running away madly.

It seems that I have seen the most terrifying scene in the world.

"It's good that people are fine, but Youming, so don't go there in the future."

Mingxin Taoist Tong sent a Taoist book and comforted him.

He was also in lingering fear.

That night, he was frightened to see the Taoist Changlin who fled back. The old Taoist was eroded by the evil spirit and almost turned into a ghost.

"I want to go, but I can't do anything."

Taoist Changlin walked a few steps forward and squatted on the lawn with a look of sadness.

Youming didn't go there just by wanting to go. He asked Tianji Zhenren to do some fortune-telling, and then waited for many years before he arrived at the Yinsi Tavern, a portal to Youming.

He failed to succeed this time, even if he wanted to go, he couldn't go.

Daotong Mingxin stopped talking.

With his age at this time, he could not understand the fear of death and the great horror between life and death. He could not understand it at this time.

"Forget it, people have a life of death, and practice is in heaven. The result cannot be forced."

Taoist Changlin no longer thought about anything else, looked at the Taoist boy Mingxin and said:

"After this time, my life span is about nine years. In the past nine years, I will pass on all the magic spells you and my Golden Bell Tower, and you need to learn them carefully."

“Master…”

Mingxin Daotong's heart trembles, and this is the need to arrange the funeral.

"I have never been taught many disciples from the Golden Bell Tower. Before you, there were three disciples for the master, but two died a long time ago. The rest, your third senior brother should be in Qingdu City..."

Taoist Changlin said slowly.

There are few Golden Bell Tower, or the practice sects in the world who have opened the mountain gate.

First, for any practitioner, his own practice is much more important than guiding his disciples, and second, it is not allowed.

If there are limited resources for cultivation and too many disciples, it will only divert the fortune of the sect.

He only had four disciples in his life, and just a few more died. Of course, this is the number of direct disciples, refining medicine, collecting medicine boys, and some magic guardians.

The maintenance, herb collection and daily needs of the Golden Bell Tower, thousands of people circled around their master and apprentice.

"Senior Brother Third? Haven't you heard of it?"

Mingxin’s little Taoist boy was a little surprised.

"It's useless to say that this beast was confused by the Tathagata Academy and stole the nine furnaces left by the ancestor of our sect. Both of your senior brothers were killed by him!"

The face of the Changlin Taoist was gloomy for a moment:

"You must remember that after entering the Tathagata's courtyard, it is called virtue. When you see him in the future, you must be careful and be careful!"

“Virtue?”

Daotong Mingxin silently wrote down this name.

"Don't think about taking revenge anymore. The beast is said to have achieved his life, and you will not be his opponent."

Changlin Taoist waved his hand in vain:

"This time, I am so sorry for you. I have lost all the magic weapons that should have been passed on to you. When I die, you can block the mountain!

Relying on the formations of nearby mountains, even the little real person who enters the Tao may not be able to attack. You should practice carefully, and there is no shortage of resources for practicing in the mountains. It is not too late to come out of the mountain after condensing your natal life..."

"Teacher, Master!"

Taoist Mingxin jumped up suddenly, his voice becoming a little sharp: "Broken, broken!"

"What are you doing for a shock? What's broken?"

Taoist Changlin frowned and turned around to look.

At this time, he suddenly jumped three feet high, and his hair and beard were wide:

"I, my formation!!!"

The clouds surrounding the Golden Bell Tower suddenly began to dissipate, and outside, dozens of mountains of varying heights that should have existed were shaking together at this moment!

boom!

Boom!

The mountains sway, the earth cracks, and dust spreads with the air waves.

"I, I..."

The Taoist Changlin shook his body and squirted out a breath of turbid air: "The bold monster, how dare you move my mountains and rivers and break my formation!"

All the mountain protection formations are rooted in the earth's veins, secretly conform to the stars in the sky, and are in line with the energy of heaven and earth.

His Golden Bell Tower's mountain protection formation is no exception. If you want to break the formation, you have to fight it. You must break it by real people, but he has never seen anyone who moves the mountain directly.

It's so furious!

Taoist Changlin suddenly stepped into the air, and roared his magic power and roared with thunder!

"I can't stop!"

With a roar, the waves were empty and the sound of the shaking of the mountains and rivers in the outside world was suppressed.

"who?"

Amid the roar of the mountains, a middle-aged man dressed in City God's costume looked up.

When he saw the Taoist Changlin, his face changed slightly, and then he said:

"So it's Master Changlin, the little god is polite here!"

As one of the few little real people in Liangzhou, he certainly would not disagree with it. He was naturally prepared for this.

"City God?"

Feeling the incense on the person coming, Taoist Changlin extinguished his anger in his heart, but his voice was still extremely cold: "Why did this city god move mountains and rivers to break my formation?"

"Don't be impatient if you are a real person."

The City God bowed and bowed, "We came to move the mountain on the order of Sun Chenghuang, but we were not going to commit suicide. At this moment, we were shaking the mountains, not trying to break the real person formation, but moving several of the peaks..."

While the city god was speaking, there were also city gods appearing on many other mountain peaks.

I'm afraid there are dozens of city gods.
To be continued...