The Taoist priest of Shenjing Palace couldn't help but be furious. The humiliation of being bullied into his home made his face swell, his tongue numb, and the veins on his temples twitching. Even though he couldn't see the depth of Gong Mengbi, he still shouted: "Bold! Who are you that dares to occupy the blessed land of West Dongting?"
Purple gas appeared from the top of the Taoist priest's head, and there seemed to be fire burning in his eyes. He shouted: "I, Shenjing Palace, built a palace in the West Dongting eight hundred years ago. Although I live in this blessed place, I dare not say that I am the owner of this place. , to seize the creation of heaven and earth, you only come here today, how dare you speak nonsense!"
Gong Mengbi sneered and said: "Eight hundred years ago when I was free, your Shenjing Palace didn't exist. You wanted to occupy the West Dongting Mountain, but you didn't have the ability. You were coy and pretentious, just to make people laugh. .”
The Taoist priest of Shenjing Palace couldn't bear it any longer. He held the seal in his hand and stretched out his hand, and colorful flames appeared in the void, surrounded by purple smoke and red air, and rolled towards Gong Mengbi.
Gong Mengbi laughed and said, "Wither's little trick."
A white cloud flew out from behind him, swaying in the sky, and the water of Taihu Lake seemed to be summoned. The infinite water vapor spurted majesticly, suppressing all the purple smoke and red air.
The water vapor condensed around Gong Mengbi, turning into sharp ice arrows and shooting towards the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest stood up, raised a large flag embroidered with dragon patterns, and turned it into layers of cloud tents to protect himself.
"Where is the slave? Come and help me!"
The dragon-patterned banner shone with purple light, and then a high-pitched dragon roar was heard from the foot of the West Dongting Mountain. A red light flew out of the water and headed towards Gong Mengbi.
The red light fell in front of Gong Mengbi, and Gong Mengbi could see clearly that it was a red dragon with its teeth and claws.
"It turned out to be a long worm."
Gong Mengbi didn't care, as five white shadows rushed up behind him, covering the red dragon like a cloud of smoke and holding it behind him.
The red dragon dashed left and right among his tail, but it just crashed into the weak yet soft and powerful cloud.
He wanted to spit out fire to burn, but when the fire came out of his mouth, it was extinguished into gray smoke, which made him choke and cough repeatedly.
The smoke cloud continued to tighten, but within a moment, the red dragon was trapped in it, unable to move, as if it had been trapped in a swamp or quicksand, without any strength.
When the Taoist priest saw that Chilong was not making any meritorious deeds, he immediately turned around and ran away, heading straight for Shenjing Palace.
Gong Mengbi was not in a hurry and followed step by step.
With every step he took, the sky on the West Dongting Mountain changed. When he arrived in front of the Shenjing Palace, he could only see the crescent moon in the sky, like a hook or a knife, and thin clouds enveloped the Shenjing Palace, falling into an illusion of nothingness.
The Taoist priest had already gathered several of his disciples to stand in front of the palace gate, each holding a magical weapon and looking at Gong Mengbi, and said sadly: "Fellow disciples, swear to protect Shenjing Palace to the death!"
Gong Mengbi looked over and saw that except for the leading Taoist priest, who was a sixth-grade practitioner, the rest were all seventh-grade practitioners, not worth mentioning.
The Taoists shouted loudly and charged towards Gong Mengbi with their flags, flags, magic swords, jade chimes and other magic weapons.
But there was only a hint of constant smile in Gong Mengbi's slender eyes, which seemed to be sarcastic and laughing at their overestimation of their abilities.
The magical weapons flew towards him, and Gong Mengbi finally revealed his true form. His figure remained unchanged, and five huge fox tails swung up behind him. With just one sweep, all the magical weapons were swept away.
The leading Taoist priest shuddered, "Fox demon! It's a fox demon!"
Gong Mengbi suddenly disappeared from in front of them, and the thin clouds surrounding Shenjing Palace suddenly fell in front of the Taoist, transformed into a face that was half human and half fox, and said loudly: "You want to call me..."
"Great Immortal Jinting!"
The words resounded in his ears like thunder, and the whole world became distorted in his eyes. The Taoist priest still struggled to escape from the Yin Shen, and then he saw a vast cloud coming over him, and then the sky became dark and the earth became dark, and he lost consciousness.
Gong Mengbi's laughter came from the Shenjing Palace, changing constantly in the thin clouds. The waning moon in the sky disappeared, startling the cranes raised in the Shenjing Palace to sing continuously.
The lights are dim.
The Shenjing Palace takes fire as a dharma and lights various dharma lamps. The lights and lanterns shine in all directions, creating a bright scene.
When Taoist Xiao from Shenjing Palace woke up, he saw the familiar scene in Shenjing Palace.
He immediately started up and tried to stand up, but he could only hold up half of his body and was unable to move anymore.
The disciples of Shenjing Palace collapsed in the golden palace, gradually waking up one by one, but unable to move at all.
Taoist Xiao remembered what happened before he fell into coma, and immediately turned his head to look for Gong Mengbi.
Sure enough, he saw the demon fox sitting high on the golden palace, sitting on a chair with his head propped up on his left hand, looking at him with a half-smile.
Xiao Dao's skills were inferior to others, his face turned red, but he did not lose his life. His heart was filled with shame, anger, and a bit of happiness that he had survived the disaster.
Taoist Xiao said feebly: "You captured all the disciples from Shenjing Palace. What do you want to do?"
The demon fox was a bit joking and said: "I said, from today on, I am the master of West Dongting Mountain. This Shenjing Palace is in West Dongting Mountain, so of course it will be under my control."
Taoist Xiao was so angry that he wanted to yell and scold him, but he couldn't muster the strength. He just managed to snort coldly from his nose and said: "How can we, as cultivators, be governed by a demon like you!"
Gong Mengbi narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm not discussing this with you."
The hair all over Daoist Xiao's body stood up. Even the lights in the palace could not suppress the cold murderous aura. Ice seemed to be forming on the pillars of the Golden Palace.
Gong Mengbi stood up and said, "I have no interest in humiliating you people. You don't have to call me master. You can just call me Jinting Immortal."
"I originally wanted to kill you, destroy the Shenjing Palace and build a new cave, but this Golden Palace is really clever. I'm afraid I won't be able to find a better one in a short time. I can make do with it, but I can't live without it. I’ll leave you a small life if I’m being served.”
"From now on, I will practice in this Golden Palace, and I will be served by you in all aspects of my daily life. In return, I will spare your lives and allow you, Shenjing Palace, to continue to practice in the West Dongting Mountain."
He admired, as if sighing for his kindness, then looked at Daoist Xiao, showed a strange smile, and said: "Or, you can try to see if you can escape."
"But I have my word first. This time, I won't hold back."
Taoist Xiao was so angry that his lips trembled, but he looked back at the whole family, from the old and dying seniors to the little Taoist boy with yellow hair. His life and death depended on his thoughts.
Gong Mengbi walked in the Golden Palace. There were many dragon patterns carved on the Golden Palace, and there were also very magnificent murals, bright colors and lifelike.
He was attracted by these murals and slowly looked at them. They were stories about humans and dragons from the ancient times.
There are the Holy Emperor Xuanyuan riding on a dragon, Yinglong flapping his wings to disperse the clouds and mist, dragons and horses carrying books and offering treasures, and the Dragon Clan herding flying dragons, and there are all kinds of dragon appearances.
Taoist Xiao looked at Gong Mengbi with a look of fear and hatred.
But two hands beside him grabbed the corners of his clothes. He looked to the left and right and saw two junior brothers pointing at the little Taoist priests and shaking their heads gently.
The little Taoist priests were so frightened that their whole bodies were shaking.
Taoist Xiao closed his eyes in grief and anger, his throat rolled, and he said, "Thank you, Immortal Jinting, for sparing my life."
