Chapter 13 Mengling Mountains
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When Zhang Yan opened his eyes, he saw a green vine and mottled sunlight pouring down from the top of the tree. There was a swirling sound of insects and birds in his ear. The unspeakable sense of tranquility made him moan.
Birdsong Mountain is more secluded.
This is obviously a lush and quiet mountain forest.
A white hairy head reflected into the eyelids, and the clear dark eyes showed strong joy and attachment. It stretched out its pink tongue and was about to lick Zhang Yan's cheek, which was blocked by Zhang Yan with his big hand. Then he sat up, rubbed the ugly man's soft head with two big hands, and smiled silently.
The little guy has grown up, and Zhang Yan's sitting body can only reach the height of his chin. The white fluff all over his body is in the mottled sun and blowing in the breeze, like a wave of snow-white waves, with a pair of two-foot wide golden wings under his ribs, which looks very powerful. This wind-winged leopard has been held in Zhang Yan's arms since his birth, and his relationship with Zhang Yan is deep, similar to father and son. At this time, he stood beside Zhang Yan and looked extremely happy.
"You saved me."
Zhang Yan remembered the scene before the coma, and there was a trace of coldness in his eyes.
The five gods of Hengyuezong seemed to have planned to be buried on the side of the Red Mountains. As soon as they met, they were cruel. Although Zhang Yan was blocked by Lingbao Jinlian, he was caught off guard after all. The power of Lingbao Jinlian was not exerted at all, and he was bombarded around his body by the various magic weapons of the five people.
At the moment before the coma, endless resentment and consternation surged into his heart. Even the pain of his limbs seemed to be smashed by a giant hammer, it could not match the resentment in Zhang Yan's heart.
But fortunately, the sleepy ugly suddenly appeared and picked him up in a coma, so he escaped.
This hatred——
Must report!
Zhang Yan has been unable to figure out why the monks of the whole ancient continent fought against him crazily for a Buddha and demon treasure. He couldn't figure out why their attacks were so fierce...
Is robbing other people's things become a righteous thing?
Zhang Yan squeezed his lips and felt secretly fierce. Since you choose to be a robber, I will be a butcher!
At this moment, whoever wants to take away the Buddha and demon treasure from Zhang Yan will have to pay ten times the price for it!
"Well, my lord, are you awake?"
The ghost-like Bu Ruo appeared out of thin air like a black fog, floating in the air, and his transparent cheeks were full of joy. He screamed, "At that time, Bu Ruo was going to take action, but it happened too fast..."
Zhang Yan waved his hand to stop Bu Ruo from speaking. He did not blame Bu Ruo. As early as when he escaped from the Broken Star City, Bu Ruo had been seriously injured. After finding himself, he got into the body's black flame bead to recuperate from his injury. Because it was a weapon and the injury was extremely difficult to recover, he appeared in a situation where Zhang Yan was not in a hurry to save when he was attacked.
"How long have I been sleeping?" Zhang Yan glanced around the mountain forest and said slowly.
"Well, it's only three days."
Bu Ruo floated around the ugly man's body with a curious face. From time to time, he wanted to stretch out his sharp fingers to touch the ugly man, but he was scared and retreated by the silver arc in the ugly man's dark eyes. He couldn't help sighing, "This beast is so majestic. If you see it, his heart is also hairy."
Ura seemed to have been injured by the word "beast" in Bu Ruo's mouth. His golden wings suddenly opened, like patting a fly, patting Bu Ruo from the air fiercely, looking at Bu Ruo who fell to the ground in confusion, and let out a deep roar.
"Ah, what a big temper!"
Bu Ruo got up screaming and was unexpectedly slapped to the ground by the ugly man. Bu Ruo showed a trace of shame on his face and screamed loudly, "Come on, let's compare and see who is better." With that, a black flame appeared on his sharp fingers.
He was about to wave to Chou'er, but was stopped by Zhang Yan, "Have you recovered from your injury?"
Bu Ruo was stunned, shook his head, and then raised his chin and said with a look on his face, "Even if it doesn't heal, you can clean up this little guy."
When the ugly man heard the words, his body bowed, his breath soared, and the provocative roared, looking extremely unconvinced.
Zhang Yan stared at the two inhuman guys angrily and said, "If you want to fight, wouldn't it be better to fight those enemies who come to kill us than anyone else?"
When saying this, Zhang Yan also wanted to know that after decades of recovery, Ura had grown a pair of golden wings, and what height should his cultivation reach?
The ugly man roared and raised his head high, with a fierce fighting spirit in his dark eyes.
Bu Ruo's enchanting bloody eyes were full of excitement and shouted, "This is a good way. Wait, little guy. Bu Ruo will never lose!"
Chou'er and Bu Ruo reacted most fiercely to this suggestion almost at the same time.
When Zhang Yan saw this, a trace of pride also gushed out in his heart.
Those people regard themselves as prey, so they regard them as grindstones!
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"Is this mountain forest?"
Chen Xiangdao, the patriarch of Hengyue, looked extremely cold. He looked at the undulating green mountains in front of him and asked softly.
"Yes, father, the place indicated by the rhinoceros is somewhere in the deep mountains." Chen Beibei's bright face showed a strong hatred. Her foundation for cultivation was abandoned. At this time, she was no different from mortals. For Zhang Yan, who abandoned her foundation, she couldn't wait to eat his flesh and cramp and skin!
"This mountain is called Mengling, with a radius of nearly thousands of miles. The mountain is rugged and steep, and there are many rare monsters swimming around. Ordinary monks are almost afraid to step in..."
A local monk who was forcibly recruited by Chen Xiangdao explained conscientiously: "After crossing this mountain, you will cross a dangerous gully and enter the land of Middle-earth."
Chen Xiang said, "Spish this news and let those old monsters strike for us first!"
"I obey!"
Hundred feathered monks behind him shouted in unison, and then turned into a hundred streamers and dispersed in all directions.
The Mengling Mountains are steep and dangerous.
Among them, there are all kinds of powerful monsters. Usually, almost no monk dares to approach, but recently many people have come one after another.
These people come from the East China Sea, the Middle-earth, the northern frontier, and the southern wilderness... Almost all of these people have one thing in common: groups, led by several gods-level monks!
They turned into countless streams and entered the deep mountains from different places in the Mengling Mountains.
The originally quiet Mengling Mountains suddenly became lively.
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In a rare place at the northwest foot of Mengling Mountain, a young man also came today.
The young man is alone, wearing a scribe's scarf, wearing a light white Confucian shirt, and kicking cloud boots. He has a bee waist and ape arms. He is tall and strong, with a pair of bright small eyes embedded in his round jade cheeks.
"It should be inside..."
He looked at Mengling Mountain, muttered to himself, and then held a roll of yellowed books. While chanting loudly, Shi Ran walked into the mountain.
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"How could he hide in the Mengling Mountains?"
A long woman in a goose yellow dress slowly walked into Mengling Mountain with a skirt.
She has a thin melon seed face, slender willow eyebrows, and a pair of autumn eyes that seem to contain infinite sorrow.
"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't want to, as long as you can see others..."
Turning around a clear mountain stream, she muttered to herself, and her speed suddenly accelerated, like a butterfly wearing flowers, and disappeared into the lush mountains and forests in the blink of an eye.
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"Confused!"
The three elders of Dongfumen scolded Meng Dongye beside him in an empty candle.
Dongfumen was the first to find Zhang Yan's trace. Originally, they thought they could take the lead and captured Zhang Yan early, but three months later. Not only did they not find Zhang Yan's whereabouts, but Hengyuezong from Middle-earth mastered Zhang Yan's accurate whereabouts. How could he stand Dongfumen?
Meng Dongye is still the same. He has a hooked nose, sharp cheeks, a purple gold crown on his head, and a gorgeous cloud robe. He looks very majestic.
But at this time, he lowered his head trembling and dared not say a word of defense in the face of the suddenly furious candlestick.
The group also came to the Mengling Mountains, but there were differences about entering the mountain.
Meng Dongye suggested that only these seven Yuanying monks accompany the Candlekong elders into the mountain and let others stay in front of the mountain. But he didn't expect it to make Candle Dragon suddenly angry.
"Is it a general person that the boy can escape from the five monks of Hengyue Sect? You don't have a brain! Have you forgotten how the boy escaped under Wanzhong Mountain in those years?
The candle sky became more and more angry, and his thin cheeks were full of anger. "In those years, I lost more than half of my energy to open the big transmission array, and even borrowed the crystal underworld electric boat to go. Fortunately, you couldn't even catch a little hunter..."
When Meng Dongye saw the candle sky mentioning the old things again, his cheeks were uncertain, and he couldn't wait to catch Zhang Yan now and torture him.
"What are you still doing? All go out!" Candle Sky stared at Meng Dongye fiercely and said impatiently.
"But Uncle Xuanting..." Meng Dongye stopped talking.
"Let's go first. They will find us when they come. Do you think they will get lost?" Zhukong almost poked his finger in the disciple's face, and his face was full of hatred.
"Yes."
Meng Dongye followed the master with an ugly face, and his hatred for Zhang Yan reached the deepest point.
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A thin and sloppy old man in a tattered Taoist suit bent down, with his hands on his back, and jumped into the Mengling Mountains like an old rabbit.
Beside him is accompanied by an old man who is completely opposite to him, a spotless white silk robe, a silver wire that can be seen, and a green snuff bottle in his clean and long right hand. His cheeks are ruddy and wrinkleless, his eyes are bright, and a flowing beard hangs straight down to his jaw. In his chest, the whole person is like a fairy in the world, a group of immortals.
The two talked as they walked, with a loud voice, regardless of the possibility of attracting the attention of others.
"This time we are here again, his grandma's. I dare not bet with that little girl next time."
"How many 'next time' is this? My lady has never forced me to make boring bets with you.
"Ah, your old white face is so annoying. Will you die if you don't choke? The old man is miserable like this. Are you still in the mood to say sarcastic things?
"Well, as long as you find someone, even if you fulfill the bet..."
"Hmm, old white face, I think you will have a bloody disaster in three days. Take care of yourself."
"Only you have the disaster of blood and light, and your whole family has it!"
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"Well, my lord, you have a damn little bug on you."
Zhang Yan took Chou'er and Bu Ruo through the dense mountain forest and walked to the west of the Mengling Mountains. They had been on the line for half a day, and at this time, Bu Ruo, who was floating behind Zhang Yan, suddenly shouted.
"Marrow-eating demon worm?" Zhang Yan was shocked.
"No, no, no..." Bu Ruo shook his head like a rattle and explained, "This bug's breath is very obscure, like a dead object. It should not be fun."
Zhang Yan said angrily, "Then why didn't you take it down for me?"
Bu Ruo smiled and said, "Bu Ruo is also a man, and he is not used to touching men..."
Zhang Yan opened his eyes, looked at Bu Ruo in astonishment, and finally spit out only one word: "Get out!"
The worm was finally taken out of the fold layer of the back collar by Zhang Yan himself. When he took it in his hand, he saw that the worm was flat like a yellow leaf with a pair of slender tentacles on his head.
Zhang Yan couldn't help but say, "Spiritual rhinoceros?"
In the Hundred Grass Sutra given to him by Lan Xuehen, there is a description of the spiritual rhinoceros worm, saying that it is as flat as a leaf and the horn of a rhinoceros, which is a rare spiritual insect used to track people. Generally speaking, even if a pair of male and female rhinoceros are placed thousands of miles, they can determine the direction of the other through one of them, which is very magical.
Zhang Yan and Zhang Yan finally realized why this road was always tracked, and why the five gods monks of Hengyuezong could ambush in the Chihong Mountains in advance...
But when did this bug appear on itself?
Zhang Yan thought carefully and almost immediately judged that it must be one of Zhang Jiazhen and Chen Beibei!
It's very simple, because only the two of them had close contact with Zhang Yan, and after Zhang Yan released them, these tracking crowds came one after another...
Zhang Yan figured this out and added another point of hatred for Hengyuezong.
Thinking about those trackers from all over the ancient continent, Zhang Yan was shocked again. Hengyuezong is so bold that he is willing to publish his whereabouts to the public. Is it necessary to erase himself with the help of others?
Zhang Yan held the rhinoceros in his hand, and his face changed for a moment.
"Your Excellency, since this little bug is used to follow us, why not kill it so that others can't find us again?" Bu Ruo suggested softly.
Zhang Yan took a deep breath, slowly put the rhinoceros into the storage bag, and then a strange smell appeared in his eyes. "No, this bug is still very useful. It can't be killed..."
PS: Well, I admit that I have forgotten a lot of some of the pits I dug before. It's very difficult to write these days. I not only have to go back and forth between the previous chapters, but also to organize the order and the reasonable plot. Alas, it's really hard...