Chapter 217: Changes in Guling Mountain

Next to the ruins of Guling Mountain in the East Wasteland, an ancient and mottled city that had been buried by black sand and dust gradually emerged from the underground sand and dust at some unknown time.

The dark red mottled wall exudes a strange and faint blood light under the dim light. The howling wind left behind a long whimpering sound like a ghost crying or a wolf howling among the ruins.

A huge, extremely oppressive and heavy breath gradually rose from the ground in the ruined city, as if the demon king in the Nine Nether Demonic Abyss was awakening from under the ruined city.

The strong wind raged across the land, and the black sand and dust was raised dozens of feet high, spiraling into black hurricane dragons, sweeping across the ruins of the Eastern Wasteland.

At the same time, on the ruined black ground of Guling Mountain, a huge crack was spreading from the ruins of Guling Mountain to the far east, passing through the south of the ruined city of the ancient capital of the Yin and Shang Dynasties, cracking all the way. And go.

There was a silent crack, without even the slightest tremor. A dark mountain gradually rose up from the ground in the crack so strangely. Above the mountain, there is a demonic aura that is as black as ink and as deep as the sea.

Finally, a furious roar came from the underground of the abandoned city and resounded thousands of miles away. The slowly rising magic mountain suddenly accelerated and continued to climb upwards, as if something was constantly pushing it below, so strange and terrifying.

Less than thirty feet away from the crack rising in the magic mountain, in a deep pit that was dozens of feet in size, there were more than sixty corpses lying in a mess. Judging from their clothing, they were the sixty slave warriors who were left here by the Demon Mansion to operate the Black Wind Ship, and the other five were Black Wind Crossbowmen who were responsible for guarding them.

These people died quite bizarrely, with no wounds at all on their bodies. Judging from the way they died, it seemed that they had not even struggled before they died.

What is even more bizarre is that these sixty-five corpses are all arranged in a very strange pattern according to a certain pattern. The pattern is very similar to the head of some kind of ghost devil in ancient legends. The mouth of the avatar is pointing towards the entrance of the underground robbery cave into Qingniu Cave.

And dozens of miles south of the place where the magic mountain rose silently, in a pit dozens of feet in size, bursts of spiritual light suddenly flashed out, and then, several figures were seen coming from there one after another. They flew out of the pothole, all of them with wary and stunned expressions on their faces.

"Lao Yuan, what's going on?" The leader was holding a fiery red snake-shaped flying blade. He had a handsome appearance, but there was a worried look on his eyebrows. This person glanced around, and although he saw nothing unusual, But he still frowned and asked an old man with white hair and white beard beside him strangely.

The old man also had a puzzled expression on his face, and exclaimed in surprise: "It's weird, this is not the same robbery cave we went down to before. Could it be that there was a deviation in the transmission of the teleportation array?"

When the young man heard this, his expression immediately changed, he patted his storage bag, took out a ship-shaped magic weapon, handed it to the old man, and said: "Old Yuan, I have something urgent to do, so I have to leave first. In one step, you use the Black Wind Ship to send them all to Jialou City in Tianjian Pass, and I will meet you there soon."

The old man took the black wind ship, nodded, and said: "Don't worry, sir, I know what I'm doing."

After the young man finished explaining, he glanced at the two stunning young women below who were walking out of the teleportation array. He sighed softly and directly controlled the fiery red snake-shaped flying blade under his feet, turning into a fiery red escaping light and heading straight to the southeast. Going in the right direction, it was gone in an instant, leaving only a fiery red tail feather.

The old man didn't say much. He immediately cast several spells and threw the Black Wind Ship into the air. In a moment, it turned into a huge ship. The old man called out to the surviving Black Wind Crossbowmen who came out of the teleportation array. He shouted: "All the Black Wind Crossbowmen must gather in the power cabin. Each person is responsible for controlling a spiritual oar, and the rest will take turns to replace them."

The Black Wind Army were well-trained and strong soldiers of the Demon Mansion. Naturally, they didn't say much. They jumped on the Black Wind Ship one after another. Following the old man's instructions, they automatically went down to the lower power cabin to operate the oars.

Several rays of light rushed out from the cave in the lower wind. When the rays of light disappeared, they saw four bald monks from the Buddha. The leader was none other than Master Dafeng from the Buddha Palace. He looked around and frowned: "Fellow Daoist Yuan, where is Mr. Zhu?"

The old man said expressionlessly: "Dafeng, pay attention to your identity. Where is the young master? Do I still need to report to you?"

Dafeng was startled, but Dabei next to him exclaimed: "Hey, where are we? Someone seems to have just escaped over there... Senior brother, what should we do now?"

Dafeng came back to his senses and looked in the direction of Dabei's finger, his face immediately darkened. However, at this time, Zhu Junyu and Hu Ruyan flew up from the pothole below. They were about to ask the old man Yuan Honglie something, but they heard Yuan Honglie say: "Miss, Fox Fairy, we will talk on board the boat."

"Yuan Honglie, this poor monk asks you, where is Mr. Zhu now?" Dafeng looked at Yuan Honglie with an unkind expression and asked. The other three monks also gathered around him, looking like they wanted to take action at any time.

"What, do you four want to rebel?" Yuan Honglie looked at the four monks with disdain and sneered, "If you want to take action, then hurry up, otherwise I will leave."

The expressions of the four monks changed at the same time, and they looked quite hesitant. At this time, Wu Yan, Feng Hanxiao, and Dazhi also flew up from below, while the people from the Immortal Sword Sect were still behind.

After Wu Yan and the other three people came out, they were also stunned. No one expected that they would be teleported here instead of the stone room they entered before. After pondering for a moment, Wu Yan understood. Perhaps there was not only one teleportation array outside the cave corresponding to Qingniu Zhenren's cave, which led to this deviation during teleportation.

Wu Yan was stunned for a moment, and without saying hello to anyone, he used the Mo Lin Sword without hesitation, turned into a black and white ray of light, and rushed towards Tianlang County. Master Dazhi naturally followed closely and followed.

Seeing Dazhi following the two of them, Dafeng and the other four didn't take Wu Yan's departure to heart. However, at this time, Yuan Honglie saw that all the disciples of the Demon Palace had gathered in the Black Wind Ship, and immediately jumped on the Black Wind Ship, snorted coldly to the four monks, and controlled the Black Wind Ship to fly away to the southwest.

Because the Black Wind Crossbowmen controlled the power of the ship, they could escape at a speed much faster than the previous batch of slave warriors. The previous group of slave warriors were left in the original pit, and they would not know whether they would live or die. Yuan Honglie thought that it was important to escape, so naturally he had no interest in paying attention to their lives.

Da Feng looked at the direction in which the Black Wind Ship was going, and then at the direction that Da Bei pointed with his finger before. He gritted his teeth and said to Da Bei: "Junior Brother Da Bei, lead Da Xian and Da Hui to quickly chase the surname." Zhu, no matter what method is used, we must intercept him, and if necessary, we can use extraordinary means. I have to report this to the Supreme Elder immediately. "

Dabei nodded solemnly and took the lead, followed closely by Daxian Dahui. The three of them stepped on the cymbal-shaped magic weapon and hurriedly chased in the direction where Zhu Junhao escaped.

Gale also sprayed out a cymbal-shaped magic weapon. After stepping on it, it turned into a rainbow and chased in the direction where Wu Yan and others escaped.

When the monks from the Immortal Sword Cultivation Hall and Qianhuan Hall came out, there was no one outside. The monks were stunned at first, a little confused, not knowing what was going on. However, at this moment, Immortal Baguio released his spiritual consciousness to investigate, but as soon as his spiritual consciousness swept across a radius of dozens of miles, his expression changed drastically. He raised his hand and held out a lotus flying chariot that shot into the sky, and shouted to the monks in the Cultivation Hall: "Come up quickly!"

Everyone was startled by the urgency and panic in her words, and they didn't dare to ask any more questions, and they all jumped on the lotus speed car. As soon as everyone arrived, Immortal Baguio immediately said to everyone in Qianhuan Hall: "Fellow Taoist Huangmei, this place is about to become a dangerous place. Leave quickly! Immortal Yao has left first!"

Baguio Immortal, who had always been as calm as a nine-day fairy, gave such a panicked but solemn warning, which naturally aroused the great attention of the three golden elixir masters of Qianhuan Hall. However, Baguio Immortal's intention to escape was very clear. After saying this, without waiting for a reply, he controlled the Lotus Speeder, turned into a white escape light, and flew away to the west.

"It's strange, why is Fairy Yaoguang so panicked?" The middle-aged man Zhou Yangwei frowned strangely. As he said that, he immediately opened up his consciousness and checked. Master Huang Mei and the middle-aged woman also released their spiritual consciousness to check.

After a moment, the three of them stared towards the north at the same time, with horrified expressions on their faces. Zhou Yangwei rolled his eyes and suddenly said: "Senior Brother Huangmei, it seems to be an ancient magic mountain. What should I do? Do you want to go and have a look?"

Master Huang Mei frowned and looked hesitant, but the middle-aged woman next to him said: "Senior Brother Zhou, are you crazy? Maybe there is a powerful ancient demon over there. If we go, won't we risk death?"

"This is not the first time to kill ancient demons. As long as they are not demon king-level ancient demons, there is nothing to fear. This time we came out and found nothing. Why don't we be ridiculed when we go back? If we can kill a few ancient demons Going back can be regarded as a meritorious service. You can also get materials such as demon body and blood, and exchange some good materials and elixirs with Tianmo Sect. If you encounter an underground ruins, it will be a great opportunity that you won't see in a thousand years. Ah! Senior Brother Huang Mei, Junior Sister Li, don’t forget, that place is the ruins of Guling Mountain, maybe..." Zhou Yangwei said to the two of them eloquently.

The middle-aged woman surnamed Li seemed to have been persuaded and looked at Huang Meiren inquiringly. The Huang-browed Master stroked his beard and pondered, then gritted his teeth and said: "That's all, wealth is in danger! I see that the deadline is approaching, but I have been unable to break through. I don't know where I will encounter opportunities! Let's go!"

Immediately, three masters of the Golden Core stage took the lead, leading a dozen disciples of the Qianhuan Hall's foundation building stage, and flew away in the direction of the ancient Lingshan ruins.