Jinjun Mountain is filled with miasma. Under the colorful poisonous mist, apart from poisonous insects, ants and beasts, there are also extremely beautiful vegetation that can be seen everywhere.
Venerable Minglong stopped walking and stepped on two iron bars, never touching the ground.
Behind him were four disciples holding swords.
Master Minglong has a calm demeanor, and the disciples who follow him also look calm.
"Master, the disciple's puppet lost contact there."
A female disciple in apricot-yellow clothes pointed forward with the hilt of her sword.
Everyone looked at it,
Opposite is a bamboo forest, gloomy and filled with a greasy green and blue mist.
There is nothing unusual except that the bamboo and bamboo leaves are exceptionally green.
Master Minglong said nothing, his eyes flashed with a green light. Under his gaze, the bamboo forest was still a bamboo forest, but the mist lingering in the bamboo forest was no longer mist, but groups of strange insects as thin as fleas. .
Upon seeing this, Master Minglong flipped his hand, and a Bagua compass appeared in front of the four disciples.
The next moment, the Bagua Compass started ringing "quack" and "quack...".
Like a rusty machine.
Time passes little by little.
Everyone was staring at the pointer in the middle of the Bagua compass.
The trembling, but never turning pointer.
Snapped!
A soft sound.
The hearts of several disciples jumped when they saw the pointer popping out, like a cricket, constantly jumping on the Bagua compass. When the pointer returned to the center again, Venerable Minglong's expression changed dramatically.
He spoke concisely and to the point, shouting out the word "go" sharply.
Amidst the choking sounds, the four disciples drew their swords and guarded the left and right.
Master Minglong grabbed the hem of his clothes and pulled hard. A hissing sound echoed, and a wind bag filled the five people inside.
As the light escapes, the wind bag flies into the sky with a huff.
But at this moment, an inconspicuous little flower suddenly grew rapidly under the feet of several people, and then the surrounding weeds shot up like pythons, and the sound of swishing through the air was like leaving. The arrow from the string was lost, and the second arrow arrived first, entangled in the wind bag in the sky.
Buzz!
Entangled in the alienated weeds, the wind bag suddenly swelled, and the strong wind specially refined with mana lingered, trying to cut off these weeds.
[An app that has been running stably for many years, comparable to the old book-chasing tool, used by all old bookworms.
A bundle of vines belonging to his disciple was broken into pieces.
The disciple known as Fan'er seized the opportunity. The magic sword in his hand lit up, and his figure left an afterimage, and finally returned to Master Minglong.
Venerable Minglong breathed a sigh of relief, but just when he wanted to recall the iron bar that was shot out, a ferocious tree root ghost claw suddenly sprang out from underneath the cave. It entangled the five people in one fell swoop and dragged them down quickly. .
Venerable Minglong's face was as sinking as water, and he recited the magic formula, and swords began to peel off various parts of his body.
When the number of these swords reached one hundred, Master Minglong closed his mouth, clasped his hands together, and opened them outwards.
In an instant, swords shot out all over the sky.
Amidst the flash of swords, sawdust and sawdust, Venerable Minglong used his magic power to hold his disciple, breaking through the drag of the tree roots and ghost claws, and tried his best to escape upwards.
At this time, huge tree root ghost claws flew out from below again, clustered into groups, densely packed, like the core of a blooming flower, which was extremely terrifying.
"What the hell is this."
Venerable Minglong finally lost his composure and fled into a narrow hole with his four disciples as the dead souls emerged.
Wow!
Countless tree roots and ghostly claws passed through the hollow, then sank and disappeared without a trace.
Venerable Minglong looked certain. He seemed to have found the weakness of these strange tree roots.
In the narrow cavity, heavy breathing sounded continuously.
Master Minglong did not blame his disciples as usual because he could not calm down either.
"Oh, I shouldn't have brought you with me." He sighed.
The disciple known as Fan'er held a sword in both hands, "Master, it is this disciple who has dragged you down."
"Master, it's us who have dragged you down." The other three said in unison.
Venerable Minglong looked at a few people for a while, and his expression became cautious. "There are many dangers here. I will go down later and lead the tree roots away for you. You will see the right time and return to the ground. The sword in your hands is the sword in the village." The heavy treasure that has been forged for thousands of years is now being broken up just because you are not strong enough. But at a critical moment, if you sacrifice a body of flesh and blood, you can temporarily merge into one. In this way, with the power of the heavy treasure, maybe a few people can escape."
"Master, we will not run away..."
"Shut up! You are the soldiers of my Sword Villa. You can't all die here. Even if one of you escapes back, you have to shoulder the burden of the Villa."
"It's... touching."
Master Minglong was startled and shouted sharply: "Who?"
He kept looking outside, but there was nothing outside.
At the end of the hole, a pair of eyes suddenly lit up.
Chen Qingyan smiled broadly, showing a row of white teeth, "I'm here."
With a flick of the brush, the four disciples of Venerable Minglong instantly shrank like four little chickens under the wings of Venerable Minglong.
He was obviously worried about the unknown danger in the cave, but he didn't dare to go out rashly.
Chen Qingyan looked funny. He rarely saw this kind of pure master-disciple relationship.
At least that's the case in Huangxie.
However, Chen Qingyan came here in advance not to watch a few people show their master-disciple affection.
"Master Minglong, I would like to exchange the safety of you and your four disciples for something on your body."
In the future he saw, these five people, including Master Minglong, would all die in Jinjun Mountain.
Venerable Minglong did what he said just now and gave several disciples a chance to escape from the ground, but they were killed by the little flowers outside.
Venerable Minglong, on the other hand, went deep into the cave to fight, and was eventually defeated and turned into a flower manure.
Not long after, another group of people were caught in a cave in the same way. However, at a critical moment, they picked up an item left by Master Minglong, accidentally opening up a Yin-Yang path.
Through the Yin and Yang Road, this group of people arrived at the Cave Heaven Lingbao [nunnery] in the form of their souls.
This is the future picture that Chen Qingyan decided to predict by going to Jinjun Mountain and using Yang Shen Gua.
It is one of the few ways to truly touch the cave heaven spiritual treasure.
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