"Immortal, Immortal, please come with me!"
At this time, the judge who rushed in hurriedly saw Ling Qing who was stopping in front of the hall and breathed a sigh of relief. He came to his side and said respectfully.
Obviously, he also saw some clues and knew that Ling Qing either had advanced cultivation or had a rare treasure in his possession.
Only in this way can his body be wrapped into the realm of this divine spirit.
Ling Qing nodded, no longer thinking about it, and just followed him into the hall.
The decoration in this hall is magnificent and magnificent.
The mountain god sits on the throne in the middle, which is similar to the clay sculpture in the temple outside.
However, the snake in his hand was circling around his arm, spitting out scarlet snake messages from time to time, while the steel fork stood beside him.
The angry, indigo-like face had a hint of gray, and it seemed that he was indeed ill.
There are three Congshen on both sides who also have the aura of gods on their bodies. Judging from the looks of it, their auras are no more than ninth-grade Baichi.
There were various judges and ghost generals on both sides of the table, presumably all subordinates of the ghosts and gods in the mountains. .
"Grandpa, the immortal is here."
The judge who led Ling Qing quickly walked up to the mountain god and reported back.
Then he came closer and pointed at Ling Qing, whispering a few times.
The mountain god nodded, waved his hand to retreat, looked at Ling Qing and said cheerfully.
"Forgive me, the Immortal, but it's the little god's fault.
Originally, he just wanted to use the practitioner's essence, blood and energy to recover from his injuries, but unexpectedly he collided with the immortal leader.
The little god is here to apologize to the immortal. "
He said and bowed his hands.
A kid came to Lingqing and led him to sit on the table.
Listening to his words, Ling Qing frowned in his heart.
To talk about borrowing people's blood and essence in such an understatement shows that I don't care much about other people's attitudes.
In addition, through the Dongzhen Dharma Eyes, I could see that there was a gray air lingering around his body.
There was no clear and upright energy in his eyes, but instead there was a flickering light.
It can be seen that although this mountain god has a divine name, he may have saved many tourists and hunters in the mountains in the past, and he has Shinto merits.
But he is not necessarily a kind-hearted person.
But at this time, he also saw that this mountain god was only an eighth-grade white emperor, and had not yet entered the red emperor.
His cultivation was enough to suppress it, so he was not worried.
"I wonder how Zunshen plans to accompany you, right?"
Ling Qing flicked the whisk in his hand, followed the kid to his seat, and let him perform.
He wanted to see what the mountain ghost had in mind.
As for the previous idea of being easy to negotiate and negotiate, it has faded away.
Looking at him like this, even if he talks nicely, others may not be able to listen to him.
Seeing Ling Qing's attitude, the mountain god also paused and his eyes flickered.
Then he smiled again, picked up the wine glass and said.
"We don't know each other today. It's a blessing for the little god to meet the immortal.
I take this glass of wine to express my deep apologies, and hope that the immortal will forgive me. "
"Easy to say."
Lingqing picked up the wine glass filled by the kid next to him, sniffed it in front of his nose, and smelled a familiar smell.
I smiled in my heart but didn't care, and drank it all in one gulp.
The mountain god has been watching intently since Lingqing picked up the wine glass.
Seeing him drink it, I felt relieved.
He just laughed and drank the wine in his glass.
Then, together with all the ghosts and gods in the palace, they kept flattering and urging Lingqing to drink.
After a while, seeing that he was still drunk, all the ghosts and gods couldn't help but feel anxious.
Just when the smile on the mountain god's face was a bit unbearable.
Bang~
The wine glass in Lingqing's hand fell to the ground, his head dropped and he stopped motionless.
In an instant, there was silence in the entire hall.
After a while, the kid pouring wine at the side cautiously approached Ling Qing and called softly.
"Immortal chief? Immortal chief?"
After calling several times in succession, there was no response, so he bravely leaned over and took a look.
His eyes were closed tightly and he looked unconscious.
He shouted happily to the mountain god.
"Grandpa, this man is really unconscious."
"good!"
The mountain god was immediately overjoyed when he heard this and said happily.
"I thought he was a man who could drink a thousand cups, but it turned out he was just a natural weirdo, haha~"
"Being able to drink so much of the king's thousand-day drunkenness shows that this Taoist has a high level of cultivation."
The judge on the side congratulated.
"If all his blood and energy could be used, it is impossible that Shiteng would be able to disperse.
In this way, the mountain god can also take the treasure in the secret cave.
In the future, the Tao will make great progress, and we will also enjoy the blessings. "
"That's the truth, that's the truth!"
Hearing this, the ghosts and gods in the palace immediately shouted with joy.
As he spoke, he didn't care whether Ling Qing could survive without all his blood and energy.
"Hahaha~ I will never forget to wait for you when the time comes."
The mountain god was flattered by his men and suddenly felt elated.
However, he was not carried away yet, so he looked at Ling Qing and pointed left and right.
“This Taoist can physically enter my divine realm, presumably with a treasure in his body.
You and I can search it out, but it would be a waste to keep it with him now. "
"yes!"
Three or five little ghosts responded, stretching out their dark claws to touch Ling Qing's body.
"Why!"
Before he could touch him, he heard a sigh, and then saw the Taoist in front of him suddenly disappear.
"ah?!!"
The mountain god was shocked when he saw this and hurriedly searched around.
"Grandpa, grandpa, there!"
The kid on the side pointed at his throne and shouted at him.
The mountain god turned around and saw the Taoist just now sitting upright on his throne.
He looked sober, flicked his sleeves and splashed out a ball of water, pouring it on the ground and giving off a scent of wine.
His eyes were scanning the hall like lightning, and he was still half obsessed.
The mountain god's expression suddenly darkened. At this moment, how could he not know that Ling Qing had used a blind trick to blind him.
"First Evolution"
"Hmph, I just wanted to borrow some of your blood and energy to open up that broken place, and I also wanted to leave you with a whole body.
Now it seems that I can't leave you alone. "
Seeing Ling Qing swaggeringly sitting on his throne, he felt angry and shouted coldly.
"Left and right, join me and take him down!"
"yes!"
A group of ghosts, gods, judges, and imps in the hall shouted together and rushed towards Lingqing with screams.
"ban!!"
When Ling Qing saw this, he immediately gave a soft drink, and the yellow-skinned gourd about half the size of a palm flashed a glimmer of light around his waist.
Then he saw a group of ghosts and gods rushing towards him, with bright yellow light flashing from their bodies.
Immediately, it was like a fly entering amber, motionless in mid-air.
Only the unstoppable fear overflowing from the eyes proves that it is not a sculpture.
Only a red light flashed across the body of the mountain god, breaking the yellow light, but it was not frozen.
However, at this time, he was already frightened by the strange situation in the palace and did not notice anything strange.
He just looked at Ling Qing with a horrified look on his face and asked tremblingly.
"You, what are you doing, what are you doing?"
Ling Qing didn't answer, just flicked the dust in his hand, and the dust threads stretched out, rolling out a small three-inch square seal from his body.
After catching the small seal and sealing the town, he shouted at the mountain god again.
"ban!"
Immediately, the mountain god became like other ghosts and gods in the temple.
Only his eyes were flashing with fear, but he couldn't move at all.
"Um!"
Lingqing nodded with satisfaction upon seeing this.
