The Strongest Salted Fish Boss

The two live and die together, and neither can be separated from the other.

It's just that Daoshan's divine power is weakening day by day, and this Dao Spirit may not be able to live for long.

Wu Daoling slowly raised his head, his huge head nodded towards the crowd, as if he had a certain amount of intelligence.

This also makes everyone very curious, Daoshan is alive, spirit is wise, this is how many years it will take to appear.

After appeasing Dao Ling, Lin Xian and the others came to Chiyang Daoist. At this time, Chiyang Daoist was tied by Wu Hua Dao and left aside. All the disciples under the sect were controlled by Chen Xiuxian. As long as they dared to move, they would be beaten immediately. This is what the boss ordered.

"Hey, do you know where the old man Yulong went?"

Daoist Chiyang shook his head, he never met Yulong again after the separation before, and Yulong was a cunning person who would not easily let others know his purpose, so naturally he would not say much.

Seeing that there was nothing to be careful about, Lin Xian touched his chin and planned to deal with Daoist Chiyang. He glanced at the wasteland not far away and suddenly thought of a good solution.

"Handyman, dig a hole and bury them all for me."

"Yes!"

Sikong Xiaoyao didn't say a word, he just started digging the pit. The Daoist Chiyang saw that this was pretty good. After all, I am also the head of the six sects of the dignified sect. Where do I put my old face?

"Hey, Lin...Little brother, let's discuss something, can I help you find Yulong, you can let me go."

"you have a way"

"Of course, what my Chiyang Sect is best at is... divination, from changing circumstances to underground treasures, and is proficient in everything from luck to find people."

"Really so amazing"

Lin Xian didn't believe it, but Chen Xiuxian, who was on the side, said.

"Brother Lin, the technique of divination has existed since ancient times, and Chiyang Sect is indeed proficient in this way, so let him try it."

Hearing Chen Xiuxian's words, Lin Xian had no choice but to let Daoist Chiyang try to see if he could find Dai Jiu'er.

The Taoist Chiyang took out nine copper coins, which were opened by the ancestors of Chiyang Sect. Each one has a strong spiritual power, and can accurately sense the general trend of heaven and earth, and it is natural to find people for divination.

Daoist Chiyang placed the nine copper coins in his palm, his hands clasped together and kept shaking, the coins tumbled quickly in the palm of his hand, and finally tossed them violently, and the coins were scattered on the ground at will.

"Yulong is heading north now, there is a mountain there, and his destination should be there."

Daoist Chiyang accurately stated the position, and even said what was in that position. This kind of ability confirmation is surprising.

But Lin Xian said indifferently.

"Measured out"

"It has been measured, as long as you follow the direction I said, you will definitely be able to find the Daoist Yulong."

"Okay, someone buried him."

Hearing this, Daoist Chiyang was stunned for a moment, this is different from what he said before.

"Little brother Lin, we agreed to let me go as long as we measure it."

"I didn't say it. You said it. Someone buried him."

"Lin Xian, you despicable villain, don't believe what you say, I will never finish with you!"

Daoist Chiyang struggled to be thrown into the pit by Sikong Xiaoyao, and quickly buried the soil, leaving only one head and scolding outside.

Lin Xian's face didn't matter, anyway... he already knew the location, it was useless to keep him, besides, he also had a share in the robbery with Daoist Yulong before, Lin Xian would not forget this hatred.

After everyone was rectified, they moved in the direction pointed by the Chiyang Daoist. As for the injured Dao Ling, they were left in place and taken care of by the village chief and others.

Soon everyone moved along the north, and soon saw a mountain peak that towered into the clouds. The mountain peak was full of wine fragrance, and the rich wine fragrance could be smelled before approaching. The Daoist Yulong should be here.

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Chapter four hundred and seventy six thousand years of a drunk

Approaching Jiuxiang Mountain, everyone was fascinated by the aroma that permeated the mountains: I have never smelled such a fragrant wine, especially the two rough men, Shanqiu and Liewuge, who have very similar interests and hobbies to each other. .

Drinking, fighting, looking for trouble.

No matter how you choose to drink, it is naturally the first choice in life.

He took a greedy breath, and a happy smile spread across his face.

Ruthless and Ziyan are the youngest and incompetent to drink, and as soon as they smell the aroma of this wine, a faint blush appears on their faces.

After finally everyone landed on Jiuxiang Mountain, Lin Xian turned around only to find that the group was already drunk, and everyone stood firm under their frivolous feet.

Shaking his head helplessly, he took everyone to the top of the mountain, only to find that there were still people on the top of the mountain.

I saw that man in a white robe, with long hair and white beard, holding a wine gourd in his hand, and was drinking alone in front of the stone bench.

In front of him lay drunk Dai Jiu'er and Daoist Yulong.

"Jiu'er, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Xian stepped forward and shook it suspiciously, and found that Dai Jiu'er was still breathing, but her cheeks were flushed, and she kept muttering something, as if she was drunk.

"what happened to them"

Lin Xian asked the only person who was still awake, only to see that person glanced at him and continued drinking his own wine.

Lin Xian frowned slightly, then grabbed the man's collar and asked again.