New White Snake Asking Immortals

"Why...why so...!"

The old monk, known as Ku Lao, had his robe stained with blood on his chest. He looked at the cracked orb and wondered why. He was escorted back to the high platform by the cultivators in a trance to heal his wounds. His head was full of doubts and he didn't know who could answer them. Everything was fine. Without any warning, the spell encountered an unimaginable counterattack, and he was severely injured, almost destroying the orb.

The strange man in colorful clothes standing next to him frowned.

This old guy brags too much. After working for so long, he choked out a mouthful of blood. He pretended to be injured and didn't want to work hard in the follow-up actions? Or maybe he had a secret grudge against the young master and was being plotted?

On the surface, the two people are deeply affectionate and rely on each other, but behind their backs, they stab each other dirty.

The orb was taken out by the young master.

As a result, the old man who activated the orb was injured in such a miserable way for no apparent reason, and the young master was very suspicious.

The monks communicated with each other indistinctly with their eyes, keeping alert to this aloof young master. The lazy young master also thought that the development of the matter was not good for him, and his face was no longer the casual, lazy, gloomy and ugly face before. This matter does not require evidence. There are many speculations in the spiritual world. This is the most powerful evidence.

After suffering the pain and anger, the old man said nothing and closed his eyes to recuperate. The lazy young man had a gloomy face and walked around in circles with his hands behind his back. No one on the high platform wanted to speak.

The other Mahayana monks communicated secretly and silently made a very skillful retreat in their hearts.

The defensive formation on the mysterious mountain peak is very strong and it is difficult to easily break through the mountain gate.

Maybe other people present also have formation-breaking secret treasures in their hands, but no one is willing to contribute their wealth without enough benefits. Mortal countries fight for money and resources, and the same is true in the spiritual world. It is not easy to accumulate wealth, so how can it be wasted easily? Unless the reward is greater than the effort.

The previous laughter and laughter were gone, and the high stage was deserted.

Fortunately, Ku Lao quickly suppressed his injuries. He did not suspect that the young master who took out the orb was plotting against him, but instead thought about whether to continue chewing the hard bone.

After pondering for a long time, he sighed helplessly.

"well……"

Lazy Young Master and several other monks understood that Ku Lao was planning to give up.

Not surprised.

If they were themselves, they would make the same choice at this moment. They could only put it on hold until they found a way to break the mountain-protecting formation. Doing business was more important.

The young master pursed his thin lips, kicked away the maid who was beating her legs, and prepared to give up the attack on the mountain.

"Leave someone to keep an eye on the monks on the mountain until..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly froze, and all the Lishan Sect monks on the high platform and around him looked at the mountain peak at the same time.

a moment ago.

Two pieces of empty armor in the pavilion of the grocery store suddenly stretched out their hands and worked together to lift the imitation dragon spear on the shelf. The lanterns floating here and there excitedly led the way. The pavilion seemed to be alive. They opened the gilded door furtively and let the inside of the palace The weird person carried the imitation dragon gun out, followed by the cornucopia of shaking money trees to join in the fun.

So, when the lazy young master opened his mouth, the clouds and mist dispersed, revealing the luster of an immortal weapon, causing the mortal monks to feel the palpitating aura spreading unbridled.

The unique halo of the immortal weapon is like a beam of light, illuminating the path of cultivators to seek immortality.

Although they were trembling slightly due to the power of the immortal weapon, everyone and the demon's eyes regained light.

Countless greedy eyes wanted to see the luster of the fairy weapon in their eyes, but the white mist that drifted in slowly covered the pavilion.

"Immortal weapon! It's a real killing weapon!"

The young master's eyes widened and he rushed forward a few steps. Ku Lao and the other senior monks were not as calm and silent as before.

The strange man in colorful clothes even keeps sprouting and blooming on his body.

"Attack the mountain!"

This time it was rare for the cultivators to reach an agreement, and they were so excited that they felt like they had taken the Five Stone Powder. Even if the mountain peak deliberately used immortal weapons as bait, they would still have to take risks, not to mention that no one had a few trump cards. Anyway, the path of cultivation was almost at the end. If you give it a try, Fight for the slightest chance to ascend to the fairy world and enjoy great freedom!

At the door of the grocery store's pavilion, a mess of strange objects ran back to the main hall.

The door slammed shut with a bang, as if it had never been opened.

In front of the main hall where the dragon statue is enshrined, Chengsu and Tuyue were bewildered by this turn of events. They knew it was the legendary grocery store, but they never thought that the mess of weird and strange things was alive.

Before he could figure out the situation, light burst out in front of his eyes, and he instinctively took two steps back. Colorful fireworks of different styles exploded in front of the mountain!

Several Mahayana monks led many gods and Nascent Souls to take action, using all kinds of spells and magic weapons to bombard the mountain-protecting formation.

Perhaps thinking that a little more strength would break the restriction, the disciples of the Golden Core Foundation Establishment Stage were also ordered to attack.

Fortunately, the attack was aimed at mountain peaks, otherwise the mountains and forests for dozens of miles around would have been reduced to flat ground.

Standing on the mountainside, you can see countless spells blooming brilliantly, and the sun is covered by various rays of light. However, there is not even a trace of fluctuation in the Dragon Palace. This shows how strong the mountain-protecting formation is. Tu Yue notices that the mountain-protecting formation is vaguely like the dragon statue. Connected, it is not difficult to guess that the real core of the Dragon Palace is the statue of the god, and Tuyue always feels that the statue of the dragon is alive...

Spells and magic weapons were bombarded indiscriminately, and the light shone so brightly that it was difficult to tell the difference between day and night.

Temple Square in the middle of the mountain, jade fence on the edge of the cliff.

The people living in the Dragon Palace and the little monsters leaned on the railing, nervously and curiously watching the fireworks show.

The continuous attacks have been going on for almost twelve hours. The peaks of the Dragon Palace are still misty and misty, the streams are gurgling, and the Lord of the Dragon Palace is still sleeping deeply.

Chengsu held the little fox in his arms, no longer as frightened as before, and firmed up in his Taoism.

Tu Yue hopes that the gods will wake up soon. Only Fat Tiger and a big demon are not enough to deal with the Lishan Sect. If the gods wake up, everything will be no problem. Tu Yue will never forget the scene in the secret realm, the ancient ferocious beasts, the hundred-foot-tall gods, and The secret technique of summoning the gods.

He casually glanced at Cheng Su, who was wearing green clothes.

Cheng Su can also draw the kind of magic talisman that invites gods, a magic talisman, to invite the heavenly soldiers from the immortal world to help him fight. He never expected that an ordinary middle-aged casual cultivator could win the favor of the gods and rise to prominence for nine days. Maybe this is his destiny.

Tuyue thought about finding a way to send the younger members of the Tu family up the mountain in the future. As long as she clung to Chengsu's thighs, the Tu family would surely rise to become a real aristocratic family.

Before I knew it, it was noon.

The sound of banging on bamboo tubes could be heard in the distant dining room.

Bang bang bang.

"It's time to eat~ It's time to eat~"

The big black bear in a chef's hat put down his stick, wiped his hands on his apron, and turned around to enter the house.

The little monsters who were watching the fun by the fence ran towards the dining room, running, jumping and flying, and rushed towards the dining room in a hurry.

You can finish your meal quickly and still watch the fun.

In the flickering light, Dragon Palace spent another three hours safely.

Finally, perhaps because they found that the mountain-protecting formation was stronger than they imagined, this group of monks who were slaughtering and expanding had to suspend their attacks. Anyone who continued to attack for so many hours would inevitably be exhausted. Moreover, there was no hope of breaking through the formation. After the blood, After calming down, I realized that the greed in my heart had obscured my reason.

After stopping the meaningless bombardment, Lazy Young Master, Ku Lao and others returned to the high platform, with reluctant but unforgettable expressions on their faces. They gritted their teeth and began to consider whether to give up their time-wasting behavior.

Just as we sat down, before the maid could bring him spiritual fruit and wine to relieve his fatigue, something unexpected happened again.

Grocery store pavilion.

A cloud about the size of a futon came to the umbrella shelf.

Holding up the fairy paper umbrella, the pavilion opened the door with a creak. Under the guidance of cheerful lanterns and brushes, the clouds carrying the fairy paper umbrella floated out. The clouds and mist in the mountains revealed gaps, and the unique brilliance of paper umbrellas was revealed again.

The eyes of both high-level and low-level monks were once again attracted by the paper umbrella.

The strange man in colorful clothes was stunned as he grabbed a spirit fruit in his hand, and didn't even notice that the spirit fruit fell.

"Another fairy weapon? Umbrella? I will risk my life to break this mountain!"

Without any order, the monks started the second wave of bombardment again, their bloodshot eyes full of madness.

The people in the grocery store brought the fairy paper umbrella back to the temple.

The door closed with a clang.