Chapter 48 Gorge Pavilion Column Forest Virtual Needle

At the peak of the highest of the two peaks in Pingshan, a magnificent middle-aged man carried his hands behind him, facing the valley and looking down without saying a word.

Several people stood behind him one after another, standing respectfully. No one dared to disturb the middle-aged man's meditation. The morning sun shone on them and pulled out several slender shadows.

In June, the sun was full of heat, but none of the people behind the middle-aged man felt warm. On the contrary, bursts of chills only drilled into their bones. The back of the middle-aged man seemed to be a horrible iceberg giant in their eyes, and the weight of the giant seemed to be better than his feet. The lower bottle mountain is still heavy, as if the grass and green trees on the mountain will be trampled into broken ice slag at any time.

"Do you think Lanhu will be in this valley?"

The middle-aged man suddenly spoke. His voice was low and full of magnetism, which made people sound not disgusted at all, and even had a sense of comfort. However, none of the people present felt comfortable. They all knew that the middle-aged man's ruthless character. If there was a false response, he would immediately be killed by him on the spot.

"Uncle Lin, Lanhu definitely can't escape your magic eyes. Since he didn't go to the wilderness, he doesn't have time to escape elsewhere. His only hiding place is in this bottle of mountain."

An old man with white hair and eyebrows stepped forward with a crutch and flattered to answer the middle-aged man's question.

Among those who penetrate immortals, they do not take the entry order, but take cultivation as the high ground to discuss the generation. At the same time, monks are commensurate with their brothers, and the interval monks should be commensurate with uncles and nephews. For example, Zhang Liusheng should call Lanhu as his uncle and Lin Xuzhen as his uncle.

"Curator Feng, since you have entered the White Hall, please match the position in the Hall and don't mess up the rules of the White Hall."

Lin Xu's voice was like a cold needle, and the old man surnamed Feng was frightened.

"Yes, yes, my subordinates are ignorant, please punish Lin Guanzhu."

"I just came back from Mangzhong, and I don't know the situation of this bottle of mountain. Why haven't we seen each other for two years? There is a king beast in this mountain?"

"Lord Guanzhu, we also found the existence of this king beast after searching the mountain this time. It seems to have evolved from a pool snake, as if it had crossed from our fairyland."

The old man surnamed Feng answered quickly, and his tone was extremely obedient, trying to make up for the recklessness just now.

The fairyland is actually the human name of the alien world. The monks of the fairyland do not call their own world that way. The immortal monks call the world they live directly in the human world, and the earth the lower world. The demon world is still called the demon world. It is said that there is also a fourth world called the real fairyland. If you can When you reach the period of cultivation, you will have the opportunity to fly to the fairy world, which is the real way to achieve immortality.

However, the fairyland is not connected with the human world and the demon world. People who have gone to the fairyland have never come back. The rise of the gods is just a legend.

Humans on the earth cannot verify the existence of the true fairyland, so they simply call the two different worlds that penetrated into the earth the two realms of immortals and demons. This name is also slowly affecting the filtrators, and many monks who have penetrated the "human world" have gradually begun to call the original world fairyland.

"Well, fairyland, have you been in this lower world for a long time and think you are immortals? Don't forget that most of your longevity is more than half, and your cultivation has been severely degraded. Now the aura in the lower world is thin and pitiful. I think you will return to the Dan period in this life. It's hopeless. It will probably bury the lower bounds of this ant's survival!"

The monk surnamed Lin suddenly shouted coldly. A group of foundation-building monk behind him was scared to death. The old man surnamed Feng, who stood up and spoke, knelt on the ground and trembled. Unexpectedly, the monk surnamed Lin was in such a bad mood. He took the initiative to talk to him, but he was scolded twice in a row. This shock made him almost paralyzed. Fall to the ground.

The spiritual power of the earth is much thinner than that of the fairyland, the materials of magic plants and warcraft are poor, and the spiritual stones commonly used by immortals are not produced at all. Therefore, killing and seizing resources among immortals often occur, and the fear and awe of low-level monks for high-level monks have risen to the extreme.

"Well, curator Song, can you figure out the number of monsters in the bottle mountain?"

The monk surnamed Lin changed his words and ignored the old man Feng, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling, but asked about the specific situation of Pingshan.

"In the forest pillar, there are 15 monsters and seven demon plants in the mountain, most of which are medium and low-level monsters. Only three monsters have reached the advanced level, and there is also a king beast, who have not found the deeds of orchid orchids or other monks."

Song Qing, the curator of Song, is the branch curator of the Baiguan of Pingfeng City. This time, something big happened in his territory. Of course, he is very busy. These days, he searched in Pingshan day and night, almost rotten every inch of Pingshan. He looked much haggard. The wrinkles originally covered by the magic of Juyan climbed all over his forehead. Revealed his real age.

Song Qing was middle-aged. Although she looked only 40 or 50 years old, her forehead was full of wrinkles and old skin. This was a young monk who was about to live a long life and could not hide her age. Coupled with days of fatigue, it made him look a little miserable.

"Song Qing, do you still think that pile of ashes is the remains of the orchid gourd?"

"The forest pavilion pillar, the land more than ten meters below the marrow-eating vine of the demon plant has been burned, and the plants within a radius of 100 meters have been burned to death. The power and scope of this fairy method are very similar to the condensed thunder lotus of the orchid gourd. I suspect that the orchid has been plotted and forced to make a unique trick, but it has not escaped death after all."

"What's the plot?" The monk surnamed Lin chewed the word and said to himself, "Ai Xin also said that before she fell into a coma, she faintly saw a shadow rushing out of the woods. Is there really a black hand lurking in the dark?"

"Lin Guanzhu, will he be a master of killing stars in the black hall?"

Song Qing asked tentatively.

The monk surnamed Lin shook his head and shook his head: "No, if the star was killed, Lanhu would definitely escape. He would never turn back to return to Pingshan to fight with people. This hidden in the dark must be a small little ant, so Lanhu will be hooked into the depths of Pingshan again and again. The burning ashes of Lanhu's body can be seen. If you and I do it, can the body leave any ashes?"

The words of the monk surnamed Lin suddenly made several people realize that those present were all monks in the foundation period. Every time they destroyed the corpse, they never left any trace.

"So I don't believe that the pile of ashes is the body of the orchid. Take a step back and say that if the orchid is really killed, he will also take away the attackers. After taking the house, the orchid should have collected and buried its body. How could it be burned, and it burned so uncleanly? Hey, it's really suspicious. !"

When the monk surnamed Lin sighed with entangled emotions, Luo Han was nestling in the tunnel to practice. The aura in the bottle mountain was at least four or five times stronger than that in the bottle wind city, which made him practice four or five times faster, and Kirin Xiao Leng and he practiced separately. The whole cultivation speed doubled again and practiced here for an hour. Comparable to Luo Han's original effect of practicing for a day. Only then did he understand that the infiltrator spent a lot of energy to find the motivation for a good cave. A good cave is much more important than the top-quality or even the best Tongluo pills.

Although people practice underground, Luo Han's soul servant was busy. The soul servant floated in mid-air not far from the monk surnamed Lin. Luo Han heard the conversation of these people clearly. At the same time, he also got a little surprised news that Lin Aixin was not dead.

"Okay, Curator Feng, get up. The mountain is cold and heavy. If you kneel for a long time, you will have problems. Although we are all Taoists, we still need to pay attention to maintenance. After all, the lower world is rare and the road is boundless!"

When the monk Feng heard this, he stood up tremblingly. Just as he wanted to thank him, he suddenly found that the monk Lin had disappeared, and the speed was so fast that he and several foundation-building monks around him could not see clearly.

"King of Pingshan, see you in the White Hall of the Gorge!"

The roar of mountain worship resounds through the bottle mountain valley!