As his voice fell, in an instant, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the wind and clouds surged.
The "sudden" wind came from all directions. At first it was just a breeze, but in a blink of an eye, it turned into a roaring hurricane.
The dark clouds covered hundreds of miles around in the blink of an eye, and were still spreading rapidly to all directions.
Suddenly dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, a hurricane roared in, and it became pitch black within a hundred miles.
"Boom!"
As dark clouds filled the sky, there was a thunderbolt, lightning flashed and thunder rolled, and heavy rain poured down.
The wind is a sinister wind that corrodes bones, and the rain is a toxin-like rain that cuts flesh.
Countless dark raindrops hit Huangpao Mountain. In an instant, all the black mist that had persisted for thousands of years on Huangpao Mountain was melted away. Even the branches and vines that wrapped Huangpao Mountain seemed to be covered with rain erosion. There were countless black stains on it, and it gradually lost its vitality.
"Susu..."
The existence hidden in the mountain seemed to sense the crisis. Countless branches and vines were drawn into the mountain like spiritual snakes, and the black mist also disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
Huangpao Mountain, which was still eerie just now, stood tall in the wind and rain, as if it had been baptized, and there was no more movement.
"clang!"
A thick bell ringing faintly came down from the mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, a long and winding mountain road appeared, leading to the top of the mountain.
"Isn't this right!"
He Ping'an chuckled and led the two people behind him slowly up the mountain road covered with bluestones.
In the blink of an eye, the three of them were already halfway up the mountain.
The mountainside was lush and green, with countless vegetation and trees. Among the dense trees, a dilapidated temple with collapsed walls was faintly revealed.
When the three of them got closer, they discovered that it was an ancient temple with a gloomy atmosphere.
There are three big words in the letter: Lanruo Temple!
"Senior, this ancient temple suddenly appeared here. It's extremely strange. We..."
Master Chongyang and Liu Sheng were about to persuade He Pingan to take a detour when a "squeak" sounded in their ears. He Pingan had already raised his hand and pushed open the gate of Lanruo Temple.
The two looked at each other, but had to shut up and followed He Ping'an and walked in.
"Amitabha, the three benefactors are here to welcome you, even if you are far away!"
As the Buddha's chant sounded, an old monk wearing a golden cassock and holding a tin staff walked out of the temple.
Behind him were dozens of young monks in blue robes, filing out.
As the monks walked out, the original simple ruined temple disappeared, and what appeared in front of them was the grand Mahavira Hall.
On the roof, endless Buddha light gathers and sprinkles little golden light.
It complements the Buddha's light on the old monk's body, making it look holy and dignified.
However, seeing this scene, Master Chongyang and Liu Sheng became even more nervous.
In ancient temples deep in the mountains, there must be monsters!
The ancient temple that was just dilapidated just now suddenly transformed into an environment. The two of them could not see through it. There was no evil spirit in the old monk. Instead, the light of Buddha was overflowing. It was obvious that his cultivation was far better than his own, so he could achieve this step.
Master Chongyang and Liu Sheng were facing a formidable enemy, their magic powers were operating to the extreme, and they were ready to take action if anything went wrong.
However, He Pingan waved his hand to indicate that the two of them should not be nervous. He bowed his hands to the old monk and asked, "I have three crazy Taoists, what do you call me, Master?"
"The poor monk Fa Ming, Tian is the abbot of Lanruo Temple, and I have seen the martial saint riding a dragon."
The old monk in yellow robe clasped his hands together and bowed in salute.
"Do you know Pindao?"
A trace of surprise flashed across He Pingan's face and he asked.
"The name of the Dragon-riding Martial Saint is unknown to everyone in southern Xinjiang."
The old monk in yellow robe said with a smile.
"Now that you know Pindao's name, are you going to surrender without mercy, or are you going to let Pindao level your Huangpao Mountain?"
He Ping'an changed the topic and his expression suddenly became fierce.
He had just seen that these young monks were full of Yin Qi. They were not human beings at all, but the bodies of ghosts.
All of them had dull expressions, and it was obvious that their souls were imprisoned by the old monk in Lanruo Temple and were not allowed to escape.
Although the Buddha's light was flowing around the old monk's body, it was difficult to hide the Yin energy and boundless evil energy in his body.
This must have at least devoured a lot of living beings to produce such a solid evil spirit.
Among them are many human beings.
"Donor, don't worry, can you listen to the poor monk tell a story?"
Fa Ming's face was indifferent, and he seemed not to pay attention to He Ping'an's threat at all.
"Story?"
He Ping'an smiled faintly, and his voice suddenly changed color when he said the next sentence: "You don't need to tell me, I'll see for myself!"
After the words fell, his hands with dull dark golden light stretched out like dragon claws and suddenly grabbed Fa Ming.
Before Fa Ming could react at all, He Ping'an had already held his shoulders, but he didn't look panic at all and softly chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"
As the Buddha's name fell, the Buddha's light on his body shone, emitting thousands of feet of golden light, and he was about to open He Ping'an's hands.
"That's it?"
He Ping'an chuckled lightly, and the dark golden light on his hands instantly solidified, and his five fingers were directly inserted into Fa Ming's shoulders as if they were made of gold.
Fa Ming let out a muffled groan, with a hint of panic on his face. He obviously didn't expect that he thought he could block He Pingan's Buddha's light, but he was easily defeated!
"If you still don't show your true body, then you will be waiting for your body and soul to be destroyed!"
He Pingan's eyes were sharp, and dark golden light flashed on his ten fingers, trying to penetrate Fa Ming's body along Fa Ming's pierced shoulder.
"Damn Niubi, you are looking for death!"
At this moment, a cold and sharp female voice sounded. Under the ground of Lanruo Temple, branches and vines came out like sharp swords, stabbing He Ping'an and the others fiercely.
"That's not enough!"
He Ping'an said coldly, with all his magic power circulating, dark golden light enveloped the surrounding area, protecting the three of them.
"Zi la..."
Countless branches and vines pierced the dark gold light shield, making bursts of heart-wrenching sounds, but they were unable to penetrate the protection of the light shield.
At this moment, the Buddha's light on his body, which had been tightly clasped in his hand, turned into billowing yin energy. Then, his body directly turned into a wisp of ethereal yin energy, and it was about to escape into the void.
"Where to go!"
He Pingan pointed far away with one hand, and a cold sword intent suddenly emerged from his fingertips. In an instant, it caught up with the Yin Qi. Wherever the sword light touched, the Yin Qi directly turned into nothingness.
"ah......."
A heart-wrenching scream came from the top of Huangpao Mountain.
Immediately, the scene of the ancient temple in front of me changed drastically. From the splendor just now, it became dilapidated again.
"Then Fa Ming, is he dead?"
Master Chongyang and Liu Sheng looked at the changes in the surrounding environment in surprise and asked.
"not yet!"
He Ping'an slowly shook his head. The Fa Ming just now was just a trace of Yin Qi. He pointed to the top of Huangpao Mountain: "That's where the real owner is today!"
The two of them followed He Ping An's fingers and looked up. They saw a towering giant tree standing on the top of Huangpao Mountain in the violent storm. Its lush branches and leaves were constantly swaying in the strong wind, and countless broken branches and leaves were scattered from time to time.
"This is the locust tree demon?"
Liu Sheng's eyes narrowed and he said in surprise.
You know, although there are many giant trees in the southern border, trees such as the locust tree are only more than ten feet high at most.
But now the giant locust tree on the top of the mountain has exceeded his knowledge, and its height alone reaches more than three hundred feet.
The area covered by the branches and leaves is even more huge.
"Are those its roots?"
Master Chongyang let out an exclamation, pointed at the undulating ground not far from the three of them, and asked.
The three of them were not low in cultivation, and their eyes could easily see through the ground. Under the ground, they saw tree roots that looked like human blood vessels, like the tentacles of giant beasts, piercing towards the feet of the three of them along the underground veins.
Before the three of them could fly in the air, countless branches with dark branches came from all directions.
Even the leaves, which usually looked so soft, were stabbing like sharp blades with a whistling sound.
For a moment, the three people seemed to be caught in endless attacks in the sky and on the ground.
