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Chapter 118 Mountain Lord

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    ??In a plain a hundred miles south of Suoshan River, there are mountains and green fields, gently undulating, and the sound of birds singing and the fragrance of flowers.  In the middle of a lush jungle, there is a circle of green grassy open space, with a vibrant green peak behind it. It seems that there are no changes in the four seasons, and the spring is always warm and sunny. From time to time, cranes fly over, just like the realm of fairyland.

    Suddenly there were several air explosions. Murong Ziying held her sword in the sky, looking down at the peaceful and quiet scene on the ground. The spiritual atmosphere was even more peaceful than the moonlight. She couldn't help but feel a little unsure. She looked at Xie Yun and wrote: "You are absolutely sure.  Is the sycamore tree here?"

    "Well, I can't be wrong about that."

    "But there is no evil spirit here, not even a sycamore tree that is over a hundred years tall."

    At first glance, although the dense woods are not flat land, there is no room for monsters to hide.  Especially Murong Ziying, a student born in Qionghua, should not be unable to see the demonic aura exposed.

    However, Xie Yunshu believed what Zhao said, so he took the initiative to lower the gourd and jumped off first.  People were walking on the green grass, looking at the surrounding scenery, but like Murong Ziying, they didn't find any strange signs.

    But Xie Yunshu then thought about it and realized that the cultivation level of the Ten Thousand Years Sycamore Tree could no longer be regarded as an ordinary demon immortal. It was not surprising that he had no demonic aura at all.  And with the Mist Soul Key in hand, no one will be able to find out if the Wood Demon Mountain Master doesn't want to show up.

    Xie Yunshu simply invited foreign aid at this moment: "Mengli, do you feel anything?"

    "Shall I try using dream magic?"

    "good."

    This time, Xie Yunshu was unable to rely on Kun's natal scales to force the ten thousand-year-old sycamore tree demon to appear.  After all, Kun's divine power oppresses even an old monster like the Mountain Master, who would not be willing to come into direct contact with him.

    In this case, Xie Yunshu could only ask Liu Mengli to try the incense first, and use her special dream technique to communicate with the ten thousand-year-old sycamore tree.

    "Dreams, shadows, mist, and flowers are all empty space. Because my mind is moving, it turns into an illusion and makes me go to the dream!"

    ??The colorful shadows of flying flowers, the fragrance curling up, and the dream weaving in an instant.  Liu Mengli's spiritual consciousness left her body in an instant, and immediately entered a misty space. When she stared intently, she found that the scene in front of her was the same as the outside world, and it was still as beautiful as the spring and sunshine.

    However, there is only one giant tree standing like a mound, standing on the vast grassland.  The prosperous tree crown is like a green smoke cloud, covering half of the sky, which is awe-inspiring.  And on one of the branches that stretched across the sky, a man with white robes and white hair, an enchanting face that was not stained by dust, was leaning on the tree trunk in boredom, squinting and half-awake, asking: "Little Dream Tapir, why are you disturbing me?"  Clear dream?"

    "Youare the mountain owner?"

    "The mountain master knows this title, who introduced it to you?"

    Looking down at the people under the tree, the ten thousand-year-old sycamore tree demon suddenly waved his hand, breaking the illusory dream.  Xie Yunshu and Murong Ziying, who were outside, only felt a violent shaking under their feet. Immediately, countless roots and branches, like tumbling dragons, lifted up the fresh soil and rose out of thin air, revealing the true appearance of the thousand-year-old sycamore tree.

    Although the thousand-year-old sycamore tree is not as huge as Kun, it does not look dwarfed against the green mountains and green waters. It stands like a hundred-foot-high building, giving people a sense of huge disparity.  In the canopy of the tree, there are even green branches hanging down. When the breeze passes by, they make a tinkling sound, as if they are playing the wonderful sounds of heaven and earth. They are hanging trees.

    The mountain master standing on a thick branch glanced at the three of them. He first glanced at Liu Mengli, who had woken up, and then glanced at Xie Yunshu with a soft sigh.  Finally, when he saw Murong Ziying's appearance, the mountain owner's eyes turned sharply.  While chuckling, he waved his hand and countless branches sprouted from the sky, like a rolling dragon, surrounding Murong Ziying.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? away from the mountain master.  Who would have thought that the evil-killing sword energy that had been invincible in the past could not sense any demonic energy when it struck a branch. Instead, it felt like it was stuck in the mud, unable to exert even half of its strength, and it was invisibly dissipated.

    My heart couldn't help but sink. I saw the flexible and coiled branches coming towards me like broken bamboo. At the same time, Murong Ziying drew her sword and couldn't help but shouted: "Monster, you really have evil intentions"

    "Ziying?! Mountain Master, please stop!"

    Xie Yunshu was more anxious than Murong Ziying, making him remember his instructions before coming.  The mountain master paused for a moment, and did not let the branches in the air forcibly restrain Murong Ziying. Instead, he looked at Xie Yun with interest and said, "In addition to the aura of the empress, you also have the smell of a little fish. I  I¡¯ll give you some time to defend and explain.¡±

    "Xiao Yu'er? If she really comes, can you still be so leisurely and comfortable?"

      ""

    The Ten Thousand Years Sycamore Tree Demon¡¯s tone was stagnant, but he remained unmoved. He slickly pretended to be the king of powerful words: ¡°She of this generation is just a small fish in my eyes. No matter how much she turns the world upside down and destroys the world,  . It is undisputed that I am older than her."

    Xie Yun wrote: "But Zhehao has never cared about the mountain master, so why do you care so much about it?"

    "How can I know the same level as Big Fish"

    The ten-thousand-year-old sycamore tree is said to be ten thousand years old, but its lifespan is said to be more than ten thousand years. Exactly how long it has existed is unknown.  But the master of the mountain in white clothes was speechless, and finally changed his title. He did not dare to argue on the issue of Zhao. Instead, he turned back to the topic and asked: "What are you doing here? Are you like those alchemists and Taoists who covet thousands of years of wood?"  Carefully?"

    "Wan Zaimu is careful?"

    "That's right. But judging from your looks and expressions, it shouldn't be for this reason."

    The mountain owner looked better. He let go of the branches that were eyeing Murong Ziying and sat freely on the tree. He said, "That's not a good thing. Why don't I tell you something?"

    "Appreciate further details."

    If you want to get information from the Ten Thousand Years Suzuki, it is meaningless to rely solely on force.  Xie Yunshu and the others knew nothing about him, so they could only listen to his words.

    Therefore, the mountain owner glanced at Murong Ziying for the last time, and then said: "The sycamore tree has existed in ancient times and has rarely been disturbed by people. You must have noticed that if there is no external interference, it will always hide in this forest.  And no one knows his whereabouts.¡±

    "Yes."

    The mountain master continued: "But Ithis mountain master has not been sleeping all the time. Every few hundred years, someone will always find the sycamore tree. For example, a few days ago, I once saw an old man who seemed to be seriously injured.  He stumbled and fell in front of me.¡±

    Liu Mengli suddenly thought and asked, "Did the mountain master save him?"

    ¡°No, on the contrary, I killed him.¡±

    The Sycamore Tree Demon looked at Murong Ziying, and his tone was still as calm as water: "He was wearing similar clothes to you, but the patterns were more complicated. I wanted to see what this mouse looked like before it died, but he was in my transformation.  When I was trying to save him, he suddenly took off his disguise and attacked me. His fate is self-evident."

    ""

    Murong Ziying¡¯s eyebrows were furrowed, and she had some suspicions in her heart, but she didn¡¯t want to face them.  Seeing that he remained silent, the mountain owner just shook his head and smiled, saying: "Alchemists and cultivators always have ways to transform monsters into cultivators for their own use. But a ten thousand-year-old sycamore tree like me, born with ten thousand years of care, has the ability to make people happy."  It is possible for people to go further. Especially for the elderly, immortality is an endless temptation."

    "In the past ten thousand years, I have seen too many sword immortals and alchemists come forward one after another. It's just that some retreated when faced with difficulties, and some died in vain."

    Having said that, it is redundant to go into details.  The sword in Murong Ziying's hand seemed to have become inexplicably dull, and it was no longer possible to use it to kill the demon: "Elder Zhengfa is he greedy?"

    "You and he should both be from Qionghua?"

    As the guardian of the Jiuquan Mist Soul, when the Suzuki Demon is bored, he will also use the Jiuquan internal passage to pass through the world where life and death intersect. Every time before falling asleep, the spirit goes to the ghost world and listens to some interesting stories about the ghost world for entertainment.

    The mountain owner did not hide anything and said straightforwardly: "In the past sixty years, Qionghua's reputation has been extremely ruined in the ghost world. Not only because of many demon souls, but also some human dead among them. They have done everything they can to serve as flying immortals.  It is worthy of the name of the great sect of the Immortal Family, but it is the common thought of humans and monsters."

    "But the residents of Boxian Town at the foot of Kunlun Mountain do not say so"

    "That's just because they are useful to Qionghua. For useless people, such as Yueya Village, which is short of water at the foot of Qionghua Mountain, you have refused to save them for many years. How can you talk about benevolence and righteousness first?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.  com
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