A monk wearing a straw hat and a green Taoist robe curled up in a cave where only one person is more than one person tall and can only accommodate a few people.

The rain in the 100,000 mountains was still falling, making the leaves at the entrance of the cave rustle. The muddy ground of the cave had accumulated a layer of rain that was barely over the feet, and some dead branches and leaves were floating. No one would feel comfortable in such a cave on such a rainy night.

Judging from the occasional magic fluctuations revealed by this cultivator, it is obvious that he is a cultivator who practices the Nascent Soul Taoism. His cultivation level is roughly higher than the middle stage of the Golden Pill, close to the late stage of the Golden Pill.

Such cultivation is no longer low in the entire world of cultivation, because except for some first-class sects and a few sects among the second-class sects, the rest of the sects are basically the late stage of the Jindan stage, and the sect leader's cultivation is at most late stage of the Jindan stage, which cannot reach the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage. The middle stage of the Jindan stage is basically a very important figure among ordinary sects.

With such cultivation, it should be very easy to use some magic to isolate the rain from the cave.

However, this monk gave people the feeling that he did not dare to perform any magic at all, and he didn't even dare to make a sound of his energy, allowing the cold rain to flood his feet.

The occasionally gaze under the hat also showed a look of indescribable panic.

From time to time, he looked at the black sky in the distance, and waited motionlessly for more than an hour, the monk in a blue Taoist robe finally seemed to have made up his mind, paused, took out a blue talisman with cloud patterns, and threw it forward.

The blue talisman immediately turned into a blue cloud, wrapped the monk inside, and flew out of the cave.

After flying out of this cave, the cultivator did not dare to support the wind and rise up into the sky. He just pinched the magic method with one hand and grabbed a white cone-like magic weapon with the other hand, walking through the forest.

Judging from the direction where he flew, he probably wanted to leave the 100,000 mountains and go south.

The cultivator was very careful when he flew away, and did not even make a sound of breaking through the air. He stopped from time to time, holding his breath and feeling the movement around him.

But after walking through the dark forest, almost missing his fingers, the cultivator suddenly stopped suddenly, and his whole body rushed out to the left with a horror. The magic weapon like a small white cone in his hand also rushed out of his hand, turning into a ball of white light, and flew behind him. With a puff, it seemed like he had fought with something hard.

Almost at the same time, a faint figure appeared not far behind him like a ghost, and the cultivator suddenly froze and didn't dare to move. The white cone-like magic weapon returned to his hand, but the light diminished greatly, and it seemed that his spirituality was lost in an instant and he had lost a lot of magic power.

"Breaking Evil Shuttle, who are you?" The figure who could not see clearly in the rainy night, and even the aura on his body seemed to be covered by the rainy night stared at the green-robed monk for a long time, and suddenly made such a sound.

"In the Han Feng, Sanhu Sanren is the master of the family." The green-robed monk was shocked and immediately replied without hesitation.

"Sanhu Sanren is pretty good. He is not usually ordered by Kunlun and has no holiday with us." The faint figure was silent for a moment. After saying this, he nodded, "You go."

A look of a blue-robed monk suddenly flashed in the eyes of the monk, but before he could do anything, the faint figure disappeared from his sight, as if melting in the night rain.

At this moment, without any signs, another powerful aura suddenly came from a distance, stopped, as if he had glanced at him from a distance, and then retreated and disappeared.

"What happened to the people from Yingluosha Shouting Mountain...!"

The body of the monk in the green robe suddenly stiffened again, and the pretty face under the hat was instantly filled with a look of horror. The entire green robe was also soaked in cold sweat.

Han Feng, this green robe cultivator, is in the middle of a hundred thousand mountains at this moment, but he has a few things on hand and is preparing to trade at the Nantianmen Secret Market.

But a few hours ago, shortly after Han Feng entered the 100,000 mountains, he saw that one of the 100,000 mountains seemed to have cracked the sky, and countless battles appeared.

Although he didn't know who was fighting, Han Feng could feel the terrifying fluctuations of the vital energy in that place, and could feel that the power contained in any ray of light could easily kill him. In other words, both sides of the battle in that place were completely beyond the cultivators of his unknown realms. It was definitely not something he could intervene or even go and peek.

Han Feng is not an inexperienced person. He knows very well that no matter what treasures it is to steal or vendetta, powerful cultivators will basically not be willing to be seen by weak cultivators. Every year, some cultivators will just hit the battle of high-level cultivators and die unjustly for no reason. Therefore, Han Feng immediately hid in fear.

After hiding for several hours, Han Feng thought that the cultivator who fought should have left, so he carefully left the hiding small cave. Moreover, for safety reasons, Han Feng did not dare to stay among the 100,000 mountains. He was preparing to leave the 100,000 mountains first, inquire about the news, and after all, he would come back and go to the Nantianmen to trade.

But Han Feng did not expect that shortly after he came out, he was intercepted by a Shadow Rakshasa.

Han Feng is not a low-level cultivator. He knows very well how terrifying Yingluosha is. If the other party wants to kill him, he will definitely be killed by the other party within one or two rounds.

It is obvious that this Shadow Rakshasa from Zhanzhou Zedi was let go of himself because of his master's face.

Yingluosha... Apart from Yingluosha, there are actually people from Zhaoyaoshan.

The powerful aura just now was completely different from the aura of the person who practiced the Demon Sect Skills and the Xuanmen Skills. It was the demonic aura of the demon cultivator.

Moreover, the powerful demonic aura was mixed with a unique cold and fishy wind that only demon cultivators cultivated by strange snakes were able to have. They were a demon cultivator who had achieved cultivation by strange snakes, and had such a powerful aura. As far as Han Feng knew, there was only the demon cultivator Mei Liudao of Zhaoyao Mountain.

But Mei Liudao, who was soothing to the mountains, also let him go, and seemed to live in tacit understanding with Ying Luosha, giving Han Feng a feeling of lurking in these 100,000 mountains and setting up defenses.

People like Shadow Rakshasa and Mei Liudao rarely appear in the world of cultivation.

But now the powerful forces of Zhanzhou Zedi and Zhaoyao Mountain appear in these 100,000 mountains at the same time. Something earth-shaking thing must have happened here.

Han Feng's eyelids were beating violently, and he shivered in the night rain of the 100,000 mountains.

But he immediately did not dare to look at the direction with a slightest stop, and flew away because he knew very well that no matter what happened here, it was not something that a monk like him could intervene.

...

"What, Luobei, what do you mean is that the colorless Great Hua Wheel of Huang Wushen Cultivation is a technique similar to the ancient god-turning **?!"

At this moment, Yeshipler was in the cave where the Tianyin magic array was arranged. Nalan Ruoxue, Caishu, Yi Dongyan and others were all shining with shock and disappointment. At this time, the black rays triggered by Luobei had already completely disappeared. Luobei, Nalan Ruoxue, Yi Dongyan, Su Xinyue, Tong Weigu, Yueyin were all in this cave.

In addition to these people, there was also a man wearing a linen blanket, braided hair, very pale face, very young, but the light in his eyes was very vicissitudes.

This person is the King of Northern Ming! Next to him, near Luobei, an old man wearing Miaoyi clothes, wrinkled face and dim eyes sat. This old man is Lao Zhaonan!

Not far from the King of Northern Ming, there was an old man with gray hair and white hair on his face, but his eyes were full of wisdom and warmth.

Next to the old man, a young man wearing a tadpole-like rune with a tall figure and a arrogant aura stood beside the old man with a handsome face and a tall nose that looked taller than ordinary people, which would give people a deep impression at a glance. The ground about ten feet under his feet always shone with a faint blue light, forming the shape of a hexagonal dark blue jade plate.

These two people are the old man half-faced demon in Zhanzhou Zedi and the second-ranked figure in Zhanzhou Zedi, Ling Shitian!

All of these people are the most peak existences in the world of Taoism and rarely walk outside. However, now, these existences that almost all Taoists must respect and look up to have appeared in the 100,000 mountains and gathered together.

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