Thousands of miles away to the northwest of the three of them, there is a majestic mountain that connects the sky and the earth with clouds and fog. It is Suolong Peak, the main peak of the Donghua Mountains.
It is said that there is a thousand-year-old evil dragon suppressed under this peak.
No one knows whether evil dragons exist, but this is the place where demons gather in the Donghua Mountains.
The top of the mountain is covered with snow, and the mountainside is covered with pine needles and spruce. A stream flows slowly along the mountain and down the cliff at the foot of the mountain, forming a spectacular waterfall that has been running for thousands of years.
There is also a dark place where sunlight is hard to see, called Wanghunjian. It is overgrown with vines and contains hundreds of poisons, all of which are extremely poisonous that can seal your throat with blood.
Where Wanghunjian is shrouded by the perennial poisonous miasma, there is a deep tunnel that stretches for six or seven miles. It is a huge cave, more than ten feet high, with a large area. There are green fires all around, and black and purple smoke rises from the fire.
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Located in the north, there is a high platform, the top of which is a black rock base formed by nature.
In this hidden hall that has been rarely visited for thousands of years, the old woman who was there when Mo Jiuxuan and others ventured into the tavern is sitting on a stone seat made of black rock.
At the bottom of the steps, Fang Yuanqing sat on a futon with a gloomy expression and meditated. Next to him were the other three foundation-building monks.
When one of them was extremely angry, the other two were breathing unsteadily and were obviously seriously injured.
The old woman stood up with a hunched body, stepped forward, and slowly walked down the black stone steps.
Orange demonic energy appeared from the soles of her feet, spiraled upward, and finally enveloped the old woman's figure.
When the demonic aura gradually dissipated, what emerged from the demonic aura was a very beautiful woman in orange with fair skin, a touch of pink and a little red dot between her eyebrows.
She has a voluptuous figure, and her long snow-white legs are exposed from the seam of the skirt on both sides as she moves. She has slender jade fingers, but the nails are as sharp as iron black.
The woman stood in the center of the long platform, her eyes passing over Fang Yuanqing's face as he adjusted his breath, and staring at the monk who had already died.
Raising his arm, the nails as black as solid iron suddenly turned into self-consciousness, stretching towards the monk like a vine, penetrating into the monk's body without any scruples.
The monk's body began to tremble violently, and his whole body shriveled up like a deflated balloon. The flesh and blood in his body disappeared, and in the end, only a thin layer of human skin remained.
The rattan-like fingers retracted, and the woman stretched out her bright red tongue and licked her lips. She then began to look at the other two monks, full of appetite.
The monks are so sensitive to danger. At the moment when the woman in orange looked at the two of them with malicious intent, the two foundation-building monks of the Xuanyun Sect stood up at the same time and opened their eyes.
The crystal jade feet under the skirt slowly walked towards the two of them, stepping lightly on the cold black rock ground. Every step seemed to step on the apex of their hearts.
It's the cold feeling of an evil beast approaching slowly.
The two are fellow disciples of Fang Yuanqing. They have been in love since childhood and have been running rampant in the Xuanyun Sect as a small group.
"What are you going to do? They are my senior brothers. Put away your ideas!"
Fang Yuanqing sensed the uneasy atmosphere at the scene and warned the banshee.
"Oh?" (Yu Jie's voice)
The elegant and elegant orange-clothed banshee turned to look at Fang Yuanqing with interest, her eyes as if she had seen some novel toy, "What use do they have to you now?"
"They are my senior brothers."
Fang Yuanqing spoke hard and his attitude was firm, "Don't try to trick them. Remember, you and I are just in a cooperative relationship. I will help you capture the Zhu Guo, and you will help me kill Mo Jiuxuan."
"Are you teaching me how to do things?"
The banshee's voice was cold and ruthless, and her tone changed quickly just like the expression on her face.
One second he was kind and cheerful, his eyebrows were affectionate, and the next second his face was pink and frosty, cold and heartless.
Faced with such a look, even Fang Yuanqing, who had been arrogant since childhood, had to retreat, and his tough expression became much more relaxed.
"I brought them all, and they are still useful!"
He explained it this way: close fellow apprentices, classmates, cooperation, and the status of both parties. He never dared to mention it again, for fear that what he said was wrong and would offend the female devil.
The banshee said scornfully, "You four wasted my time for more than ten days, arrogantly saying in front of me that the Five Thunder Soul-Destroying Formation is one of the most powerful formations of the Ziyun Sect, and it is guaranteed to kill Mo Jiuxuan easily.
I just need to set up an illusion to lure him here.
Now, three wounded and one dead, with half your life, what can you do for me?"
Fang Yuanqing lowered his head, with a ferocious expression on his face, as if his thoughts were engaged in an extremely fierce struggle. His eyes became more and more fierce, his teeth rattled in his mouth, and veins bulged near his temples.
When I was young, I was high-spirited, had a high social status, and was treated like a mooncake by everyone since I was a child. Everything happened until I met my destined enemy.
Mo Jiuxuan.
A young man from a low-end sect.
The thin and cold face, the cold eyes that remain unchanged all year round, the nightmare-like white clothes, the ordinary and extraordinary iron sword stabbed in the darkness...
What it brought to him was not only the collapse of his self-confidence, but also like a dark cloud hanging over his head that lingered all year round.
Since then, Fang Yuanqing's world has turned gray and no longer as colorful as it once was.
That man almost became his inner demon.
Twenty years later, that man suddenly appeared, bringing a little girl with him. Once he took action, the hope of a single-line Fang family's future was ruined.
This hatred is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea.
Mo Jiuxuan must die.
After a moment, he thought about it, and suddenly raised his head and stared at the banshee like a sinking boat, "Give me that piece of shit."
The banshee laughed and laughed for a while, "Last time you said you would never give up your identity as a human being. Why did you change your mind?"
Fang Yuanqing said angrily, "Mo Jiuxuan must die, no matter what the cost!"
The banshee narrowed her eyes, with amusement on her smooth face, and her voice was numb and numb, "It might hurt a little later!"
She raised her right hand and stretched it out to the three monks. Black demonic energy began to appear in the palm of her hand. After wrapping around her hand for a moment, the demonic energy split into three streams and suddenly flew out, forming three black thin streams in the air and crashing into the three people's mouths respectively.
forehead.
The bodies of the three Ziyun Sect monks were shaken, and their whole bodies became stiff. The black and white pupils began to be filled with black, until their eyes completely turned into a deep black background.
A kind of refreshing feeling made them unable to extricate themselves. A feeling that was more refreshing than improving their realm stimulated their minds.
The three of them first moved their bodies stiffly like zombies. After slowly returning to normal flexibility, they all stood up and looked at the banshee confidently.
"Now, let's kill Mo Jiuxuan."
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After receiving the news that Zhu Guo was about to come to the world at Suolong Peak, Mo Jiuxuan and his party rushed there in a hurry.
Mo Jiuxuan knew in his heart that he and Fang Yuanqing were locked in a fight to the death.
Although I don't understand why things have developed like this, but the other party will not give up and use any means to harm me, so there is no need to be polite.
The soldiers will come to cover up the water and the earth, even if Fang Yuanqing's father is Jindan Zhenren, even if there is Ziyun Sect behind him.
Since Kong Xing's death and the tavern's feud, there has been no room for relaxation in the relationship between the two.
As for the fact that Fang Yuanqing's disciples assassinated Mo Xiaoran, he didn't know yet.
If he knew, what would this old father do?
"Brother Mo, why are you so brave and dare to let that little girl go out on her own?"
Wu Qingxu took out the jug, uncorked it, took a sip, and then handed the jug to Mo Jiuxuan.
Mo Jiuxuan refused, and the innocent smiling face of the little girl when she was young appeared in front of his eyes, and he felt warm in his heart.
It's not that he is brave, it's just that if a young bird wants to learn to fly, it must follow the wings of its elders and jump from the sky. Mo Xiaoran's natural understanding is top-notch, but just staying by his side will inevitably make her feel dependent.
, which is very detrimental to her growth.
I can only grit my teeth and be cruel, and deliberately do things that I don't understand my daughter's mood to provoke her to leave.
However, the old father's heart was soft after all, not to mention that she was still a daughter, and the little cotton-padded jacket had to go alone. He could not rest assured, so he sent two disciples to secretly follow her and protect her secretly.
Chen Sang has a deep mind and a clever personality. With him around, as long as he doesn't provoke the monsters in the transformation stage or the monks in the foundation building stage, his life will not be in danger.
Thinking of this, he hinted to himself that his daughter must be fine, so he said harshly, "She is still young and does not understand the dangers of the world. I will take this opportunity to hone her and let her know that not everyone loves her like her father."
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Wu Qingxu shook her head and expressed contempt for Mo Jiuxuan's insincere answer.
"You're obviously worried to death, but you're still talking about it. I really don't know what you think. If you want to temper your character, you have to temper it in the Donghua Mountains. Don't you know how much the demon tribe hates the human monks?
If something happens to Xiaoran, you will cry."
Perhaps feeling that his words were unlucky, the Captain of the City Lord's Mansion immediately slapped his mouth with his hand after he came to his senses.
"Fart, fart, Mo Xiaoran is very lucky and will live as long as heaven and earth in the future."
With him like this, Mo Jiuxuan couldn't say anything else. He just pretended not to hear and hurried on silently, his mind already flying to the sky.
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In the black pine forest two hundred miles away from Suolong Peak, a leopard demon in the psychic stage swaggered forward with light steps, stepping on the thick rotting pine needles.
It has an elegant posture, well-developed muscles and bones, and its soft tongue spits out to lick the roof of its mouth from time to time, looking content and happy.
The black pine forest has always been its territory. Here, the sky is the boss, the leopard is the second, and within a radius of three hundred miles, it can choose its prey.
Some time ago, a jackal monster came and did evil everywhere. It killed many prey but did not eat them. It only took pleasure in killing.
When the Leopard Demon discovered the corpses, he was furious. He tracked them for three days and finally found the Jackal Demon.
After a great battle, the Leopard Demon was superior in skill and bit the Jackal Demon alive. After swallowing it, he absorbed the demon's power and felt that he had been promoted to the eighth level of psychic life, which was what happened in the past few months.
It planned in its mind that after it was promoted, it would go and cause trouble with the ooze monster on the hill next door.
That thing was dirty, smelly, and ugly. It stayed in the cave all day long and created a stench that made Mr. Bao almost unable to stay at the top of the mountain.
I imagined the pleasant scene of pressing the slime monster to the ground and rubbing it vigorously in my mind, and suddenly a roar that made the leopard lose its soul came from my ears, "Ouch~~"
A huge black shadow flashed out from behind a thick tree trunk that was hundreds of years old in front of him at an unexpected speed. He stood up and waved his arms as thick as a leopard's body.
While he was still in a state of confusion, loud shouts could be heard from the left and right sides behind him.
"A leopard wearing a copper coin~"
“Sell your skin and buy a house to reach the top~”
The three voices shouted together, "Shocking thunder."
Three violent and incomparable auras were activated at the same time, with strong spiritual power and astonishing momentum.
Three black shadows pounced on Mr. Bao, who was stunned and had no way to escape.
The mighty and powerful Golden Leopard felt a sharp weapon being inserted into the hard surface of his body, and then the demonic power in his body rushed towards the sharp weapon uncontrollably.
In those few seconds, the sky seemed to have collapsed.
Just when the golden leopard's breath was sluggish and he thought that the demonic power in his body was about to be sucked out by the inexplicable sharp weapon, the cold weapon had already been drawn out.
The three black shadows immediately ran away, leaving only three rising streaks of smoke.
The leopard was about to cry but had no tears. It had lost one-third of its demonic power. It was completely exhausted and its limbs were twitching, as if it had been engaged in a fierce battle with dozens of female leopards for several days.