Longevity: Beginning from the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 227 Cumulus Mountain (please subscribe~)

North of Tianguan Road.

Outside Cumulus Mountain, which is less than 200 million miles away from the real "Tianguan" line of defense, Lin Xuanzhi arrived quietly with Qi Suning.

If you count some of the disputed pure lands and [-] mountains, Tianguan Road can be said to be the most extensive area in Dazhou.

Among them, there are hundreds of large and small cities, which are arranged in all directions, and the distance between each place is not too close.

The Tianguan city is roughly divided into four levels, and the five Tianguan cities are of the highest level, not to mention at least one grand master sitting in it, as well as magic weapons and heavy weapons of war.

Then, there are the next twelve big cities, among which the guards and the city masters are at least hopeful, and the great potential warriors who hold the alchemy lead the masters to garrison.

Wutianguan and Twelve Great Cities are more similar to military fortresses, and it is said that they can exert unusual strength during wartime.

The other ones are the last small cities like Tieguan City, which are used for the people of Tianguan to live in, but many of them are also half military and half civilian.

And the closer to Tianguan, the stricter the investigation. Within a radius of [-] miles of the defense line, there will be patrolling gods and warriors on duty. Without an innocent origin or purpose, it is easy to be dispatched to [-] people if they wander around Tianguan. Dashan does coolies.

On the way to Cumulus Mountain, Lin Xuanzhi also heard that the entrance of the Bailian Dao Altar in the Black Horse City was taken by someone brought by Da Zhou.

This was obviously Da Zhou's warning to Bai Liandao.

After all, you dare to attack even the city lord and the city god. Are you going to reach out to a higher level in the future?

If Luo Menghong, the elusive primordial spirit, was not still taken into consideration, this time it might not be a matter of altar mouth.

At the same time, when passing by a big city, Lin Xuanzhi also took a look at the battle situation on the side of the Great Food Kingdom.

It was already expected that it would be difficult to chew there. After fighting for so many years, the two sides also went back and forth.

The old man and the brave general are veterans who have gone through hundreds of battles, and they have done conquests, but the two sides have been arguing for more than ten years.

Fortunately, although the result seemed insignificant, it managed to pin down a great witch of the Wubarbarian tribe.

In this way, Da Zhou at Tianguan has a lot more room for maneuver.

After all, there exists a free-moving primordial spirit, and any action at the border has to take such an existence into consideration.

Cumulus Mountain is an inconspicuous mountain in the vast Tianguan, but inside it is a veritable den of evil gods.

It doesn't matter the influence of others, the key point is that this is the altar of Tianyang and Diyin, and Lin Xuanzhi can't find a reason to ignore it.

Under Cumulus Mountain.

Qi Suning's eyes flashed and he observed for a moment, then nodded and said: "The bloody and ominous air is dormant, it really is a bad place."

Although Tianyang and Diyin are masters of the southwest generation, their existence at this level is naturally well-known.

Lin Xuanzhi exhaled lightly and said with a smile: "The ghosts and gods of the Ashura clan are transformed after death, and are good at blood demons, curses, and filthy demon-like methods."

"Look at the aura of this altar, the level is not too low."

Qi Suning nodded slightly: "Fellow Daoist, don't worry, just do what you want."

Lin Xuanzhi smiled lightly and nodded, then stepped on the mountain and stomped lightly.

The technique of moving mountains, which has already been cultivated to a perfect level, directly shakes the unmagnificent Cumulus Mountain.

With careful observation, Lin Xuanzhi easily disrupted the situation in the ground while the veins were stirring, and directly forced out the altar hidden in the mountain.

Rumble.

On the mountainside, a rough and flamboyant temple with a strong atmosphere of blood and depravity appeared involuntarily.

A tall and strong figure stepping on a blood-colored python flew out, followed by several people, his spiritual sense protruded around and shouted angrily: "He Fangxiao is so young, how dare you destroy the important place of my teaching?"

These people are all in dark red robes, with red eyes, and the aura around them is undisguised brutality and filth.

The temple seems to have a different sense of solemnity, but under the bloody depravity, it is almost a substantive resentment.

But what greeted them was a crimson fire dragon.

After Lidi Yanguang Qi is perfect, even if it is used alone, it can be said to be second to none in the same level of fire movement.

These people in front of me?
It's nothing more than a chicken and a dog!There was no time to scream, and the few people turned into ashes and disappeared in the flames.

At the same time, in the temple, the big bloody hand has been belatedly grabbing towards Lin Xuanzhi.

Qi Suning's eyes were calm and he said: "It should be an evil cultivator who has not yet achieved low-level alchemy, nothing better than a fellow Taoist."

In the eyes of some masters who have achieved high-grade alchemy, the division of low-grade golden elixir should not be at the golden elixir level.

Opportunities and tricks lead to alchemy, and there is no way to advance. Apart from the growth of longevity and Taoism, many of them are not as good as the heart and perseverance of monk Yuye.

Lin Xuanzhi nodded lightly, and with a sweep of the whisk in his hand, a stream of fresh air shot out and directly destroyed the bloody hand.

Then, as the footsteps moved, the figure soon came outside the temple.

A blood-clothed old man with white hair and childlike face, delicate skin walked out holding a crutch with an unknown skull embedded.

"Xuandu watched Lin Xuanzhi?!" A look of surprise flashed across the old man's face.

Lin Xuanzhi couldn't help raising his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Do you know the poor?"

The old man stomped on his crutches violently, and the invisible pressure spread. He sneered and said, "Why don't you recognize it? Your master was so majestic in Baiman Mountain back then!"

"However, the mere Yuye...is consummated?"

"Yuye is just consummated, but if you want to imitate the master, you will fail!"

Shen Xinghe is at the level of Yin God, his cultivation is profound, and he is still practicing the best swordsmanship of Xuandu Temple. He is flexible and changeable, and he can come and go in and out of Baiman Mountain several times.

This junior has only practiced for a few years, how dare he be arrogant? !

There seemed to be the sound of the thick river turbulent and the screams of resentful spirits in his ears. Lin Xuanzhi's eyes dimmed and he said: "Pindao hasn't fought against the Golden Core Grandmaster yet, but I need to trouble you to be satisfied."

With a wave of the old man's hand, several bloody torrents flew out of the void and wanted to embrace Lin Xuanzhi in an instant.

"The junior really doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth!"

Lin Xuanzhi spoke contemptuously and arrogantly, and sarcastically said: "A low-grade golden pill is also a golden pill? It's just destined to be a dead bone in the tomb!"

"The junior is looking for death! Today I will let you know what a master is!" The old man could hardly hide his anger.

Lin Xuanzhi's whisk struck out with force, directly cutting off the torrent of blood, and at the same time clear air permeated the room, purifying the filth.

Seeing this, the old man couldn't help but his face darkened, and as soon as he thought about it, countless bloody waters flowed out of the temple, accompanied by struggling dead souls from time to time.

"Taishang Jiuqing Fuchen? Although your spiritual weapon restrains me from teaching spells, don't forget that this is the old man's home game."

Lin Xuanzhi watched his movements calmly, and then there was a violent kamikaze in front of him, swirling blue flames and covering Cumulus Mountain.

The blood evaporated in an instant, and the dead souls in it were tortured by evil methods, and they had long been unable to recover.

"Taoism?" The old man's expression changed again.

But he also suddenly spit out a wave of blood-red flames, directly forcing Lin Xuanzhi's sea of ​​flames back for a distance.

At the same time, blood and water gathered rapidly, as if something was brewing again.

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