An unknown hill somewhere at the foot of Huashan Mountain.
The white snake coiled up in a coil on the top of the mountain and remained motionless. Unable to escape, it had no choice but to accept its fate. Facing the inevitable catastrophe, it had no choice but to fight to the death. If it could not be fought, it would die, and it would not even be possible to return to the Novice Village camp. .
The clouds overhead rolled as if they were about to fall at any moment.
Xu Ling glanced at the sky with some fear. Even the low-level spirits crossing the tribulation were not easy to deal with. The strong power of heaven seemed to be warning every monk who went against the will of heaven.
The ants and mice moved frantically away from the center of the storm, and the birds and beasts had long since disappeared without a trace.
There are several tents near the hill. Xu Ling and other female disciples live in the tents, eating some desserts and grilling some meat as if they were on a spring outing. Yang Mu sits alone on a tree and meditates. The other male disciples may find a place to meditate and practice. Or moving around, the foot of the mountain is actually very lively, especially on the road leading to Huashan there is a small town that is just like the secular world, with everything to eat, drink and have fun.
The abnormality in the sky attracted many people's attention...
A group of five or six monks performed Qinggong and came to the vicinity of the hill. They saw the motionless white snake on the top of the mountain and also saw the Chunyang Palace disciples.
They belong to an organization that specializes in capturing or hunting demonic beasts. What they do most is to look for tribulation demonic beasts and then wait for opportunities to pick them up.
"Senior brother, that white snake is very rare. If you catch it after the tribulation, you will definitely be able to sell it for a big price."
A certain monk was very happy. Even if the price was high, they could get a commission. Tribulation monsters were common, but white snakes were rare, especially those with white scales as fine and smooth as jade, which was rare.
"It's strange that the monster dares to come to the foot of Huashan Mountain to escape the tribulation. If we hadn't passed by, we wouldn't have seen it. What are those Chunyang Palace disciples doing?"
"Could it be that you also want to take the opportunity to catch monsters?"
"Not quite."
One of the young monks, who looked to be in his twenties, raised his hand to stop the discussion. He looked at White Snake with a greedy look on his face, then looked at the Chunyang Palace disciples in confusion. After thinking for a while, he walked alone to where Xu Ling and others were. go.
Yang Mu opened his eyes and looked at it expressionlessly, then gently fell down and stood in front of Xu Ling.
Xu Ling and other female cultivators glanced at the monks and ignored them. Yang Mu was there to negotiate. It was even more impossible for anyone to dare to cause trouble here. Although it was at the foot of the mountain, it was still the territory of Chunyang Palace. Pure Yang Palace There is no need to say more about Yang Gong’s status in the world of immortality.
"Fellow Taoist Chunyang, my Excellency Zheng Yong came here to slay demons and eliminate demons, and I have met you all."
Zheng Yong was so kind and kind that no one could fault him. Unfortunately, standing opposite him was Yang Mu with a thousand-year-old iceberg face. Yang Mu just looked at Zheng Yong with an expression of contempt.
The meaning of that expression is very obvious, it means that I, Chunyang Palace, also need you to subjugate and eliminate demons?
"The snake belongs to my Chunyang Palace."
After saying that, Yang Mu closed his eyes.
"Ah? That's it. I wonder if you can transfer it to us. The value of a good snake skin..." Before he could finish his sentence.
"roll."
He said the word "Go" lightly, showing his arrogance to the extreme.
Zheng Yong was stunned for a moment and then a secret fire surged in his heart. When did Chunyang Palace start raising monsters? Could it be that this guy is tricking me? How dare you despise me at such a young age! The thought of killing someone secretly arises in his heart, and no one in the world of immortality has ever killed anyone.
Perhaps his killing intent was too obvious. Yang Mu opened his eyes and looked at Zheng Yong coldly, the sword clanking faintly behind him.
Zheng Yong tensed up and hurriedly put his thoughts away.
"Then I won't disturb you all and I'll take my leave."
Zheng Yong left quickly before he fell out. No matter whether he really wanted to do something or was just pretending, he couldn't be too ostentatious. This is the scope of Huashan. If he really provokes those pure Yang powerful men, not to mention the backers behind him can protect him, he will not be able to connect. The people behind him had to be uprooted.
Zheng Yong looked ugly when he returned to his accomplices.
"Boss, those bullshit are going to intervene?"
"Don't ask too many questions, let's go!"
From a distance, Yang Mu watched the monks disappear with cold eyes. He didn't know whether to call these people brave or stupid. Even the demon snake raised by the powerful one of the five sons of Chunyang dared to make up his mind. It seems that Chunyang Palace has been there for a long time. No longer appears in the world.
On the other side, Zheng Yong led several accomplices to a town at the foot of Huashan Mountain, walked into an inn, and opened the door to see a handsome young man about twenty years old.
"Senior Brother Lin, the one who is going to survive the tribulation over there is a white snake demon, but... that Chunyang Niubi is guarding there to prevent us from doing anything. He also said that it is the monster they raised, but they are just a bunch of brats. Senior Brother Lin , how about we..." Zheng Yong made a gesture of scratching his neck.
The young man looked at Zheng Yong with a smile and a mocking look on his face.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"I...I...I'll never mention it again." Zheng Yong broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.
"You don't dare anymore? Hey, why don't you take action? Those who dare to take action must be young disciples with low cultivation level. You want to kill them just to vent your anger, and I want to get the secrets of their skills. Who knows? Yang Gong is the best in the world, haha."
The young monk looked crazy, and Zheng Yong was sluggish. He didn't expect that Senior Brother Lin was crazier than himself...
A group of monks headed straight for the unknown hill.
It's right to seek wealth and wealth in danger, and it's right to be punished by heaven and earth if you don't do it for yourself. These people have gone crazy for the sake of cultivation. They will do anything for magic weapons, elixirs, and exercises. As for the laws of nature, being strong is the law of nature. Only by living can you have everything. If you don't, there will be nothing. People who embark on the path of spiritual practice cherish life more, or in other words, there are not many people with normal brains.
Cultivation is meant to go against the will of heaven and fight for that glimmer of hope. Now this young monk surnamed Lin is fighting for that glimmer of luck. No matter whether he succeeds or not, he will never regret it in the future.
However, plotting against core disciples outside the gate of Chunyang Palace is indeed a bit...
At the mountain gate, a senior disciple of Chunyang Palace who was motionless and even had birds landing on his head, meditating, opened his eyes and looked down the mountain. His body swayed and disappeared, leaving only the frightened birds fluttering their wings and flying away.
A sword light pierced the sky, and the sword flew.
hills.
The white snake had been motionless for three days, and the black clouds above its head became as black as ink, making people breathless. The white snake woke up from a long sleep and understood that the disaster was coming.
Because of the special body structure of snakes, their eyes are still open when sleeping. Xu Ling and others always thought that the white snake was actively practicing to improve its cultivation. In fact, the truth is that it is sleeping. The snake's pupil has a layer of transparent cuticle to protect the eyeball. The cuticle will As the skin sheds and a new one grows, the snake does not need to blink at all.
Lift the snake's head and look toward the sky.
Although his eyes can't see far, White Snake can feel its power. When faced with life and death, it triggers the ferocious and bloodthirsty spirit of the beast deep in his soul. If he can't hide, he will move forward bravely! Even if you die, you must let God know that there is a small, humble snake on the earth that is not afraid of death!
Xu Ling and Yang Mu looked at the white snake. For a moment, it seemed that the white snake was not the greedy white snake that stole its masters, but a real beast...
