The drunkard was wearing wrinkled clothes, wearing a grey cloth hat, blushed face, and drunk.

Gu Songzi glared at the drunkard and said, "Old drunkard, have you been nearby for a long time and have never taken action, deliberately watching me joke?"

"Didn't you claim that no grass grows within ten miles? I just want to see if your methods have become more powerful over the years. Unfortunately, it's a big disappointment."

The drunkard touched his beard and laughed mercilessly. At the same time, he also burped, and the smell of alcohol on his body became stronger.

"My most powerful method is to use poison, but he is not afraid of poison. What can I do?" Gu Songzi's eyes were about to stare outside her eyes, thinking that the drunkard was just making trouble.

If the black figure was not on the side, Gu Songzi had already used poison and put down the drunkard first.

Just as the two old guys were quarreling, the black figure fled quickly into the forest like an arrow. Obviously, he realized that the drunkard's cultivation was extremely profound and he could not defeat it himself.

Only escape.

"Leave it to me."

The drunkard put down the wine pot, and his aura changed. Suddenly, the whole forest was shaking slightly, and the leaves continued to fall.

In the forest, all the remaining arrays left over from the Middle Ages were activated, forming light columns that rushed straight into the sky.

"Swish."

The drunkard just moved his body and had already chased behind the black figure, pressing down with one hand. This move was not to kill him, but to capture him alive.

"Dingding."?

A wind chime flew out, spinning rapidly, becoming bigger and bigger. When it touched the palm of the drunkard, it exploded and opened.

"Boom."

After the wind chime burst, a huge force of destruction surged out, and a large area of ​​woods were destroyed and turned into scorched earth, and even the remaining formations were broken into pieces.

Fortunately, the person who took action was a drunkard. If it were another saint, he would definitely die.

"With your strength, I can't capture you?"

The drunkard was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him, feeling very embarrassed. With his cultivation level, he would have failed, so he took action again.

The black figure kept firing out one wind chime after another, bursting and blocking the drunkard.

Unfortunately, the gap in cultivation was too big, and any resistance was in vain. The drunkard broke ten wind chimes in a row and finally suppressed the black figure under the palm print.

The black figure's hands supported a large handprint dozens of feet long hanging above his head, and his legs kept bent and kneeled in the forest with a bang.

"Let's say? What is the origin of the so-called dead clan? What secret is hidden deep in Xianji Mountain?" The drunkard looked very serious, and there was a chill in his eyes.

"Good."

The black figure just laughed and said nothing.

The drunkard said, "I once swear that I will never kill again. However, the death energy on you is too heavy, and you don't look like a creature no matter how you think? Believe it or not, today, I will kill you?"

"If you want to kill, kill, why bother so much nonsense?" The black figure was not afraid.

Suddenly, a violent cold wind blew in the forest, causing towering ancient trees to uproot the roots, and huge rocks, soil, and leaves all flew in the air, just like the earth was about to roll up.

The sky was dim and the temperature in the air dropped rapidly.

There were all kinds of strange sounds in the world, some of which were like children crying, some were like evil spirits wailing, some were like fighting on the battlefield...

Zhang Ruochen's heart moved, thinking of the finger bone that escaped from the bottom of the Taoist temple, his face suddenly changed, and he reminded the drunkard: "Be careful, a peerless and ferocious thing came nearby..."

A dark shadow burst into the mouth of the black figure.

I saw a large black shadow rushing out of the forest, densely packed, like a yin army rushing out of the underworld.

The evil spirits of death carried on them were many times stronger than those of the black figure, which made the drunkard feel dangerous, and quickly retracted his palms and quickly retreated backwards.

"What?"

Every time the drunkard takes a step, it takes several miles to get away, and he doesn't want to be touched by the black shadow.

However, those black shadows did not intend to let him go, and they chased him faster and wanted to swallow the drunkard.

"Three leaves and nine flowers grow."

The drunkard took out a small jade-like three-leaf flower, held it in the palm of his hand, mobilizing the holy energy to inject it into it. Then, nine circles of green holy light appeared in the three-leaf nine-born flower, and rushed out, nine layers in a row, like water waves.

The black shadow chasing behind him, as soon as he came into contact with the blue holy light, screamed and broke down one after another, turning into wisps of black smoke.

The light emitted by the three-leaf and nine-flowered flowers is quite bright, and the sacred Taoist energy formed is also very strong. Even if you stand thousands of miles away, you will feel dazzling.

A sharp sound came from the depths of Xianji Mountain, shaking the mountains.

Hearing the sound, the remaining black shadow grabbed the black figure kneeling on the ground, turned into a black hurricane, and rushed into the depths of Xianji Mountain.

The lead clouds in the sky also dissipated and opened.

The drunkard did not chase after him, and looked at the depths of Xianji Mountain with his eyes, revealing a condensing expression. Just now, the sharp voice was so scary that the holy soul that almost broke away from his body, as if warning him.

"What kind of existence is it?" the drunkard said to himself.

"There is a very terrifying secret hidden deep in Xianji Mountain, which we cannot provoke. However, the powerful human race in the Middle Ages left taboo means to prevent them from walking out of Xianji Mountain, and now they are not afraid of them." Gu Songzi said.

The drunkard asked, "You have been in Xianji Mountain for hundreds of years and must know a lot of things, so tell me quickly." "Why tell you? Who do you think you are? Of course, if you can hand over the Sanye Jiushenghua to me, I can still tell you something." Gu Songzi smiled in a silence.

The drunkard blew his beard and stared at him, saying, "I have experienced a life of death in the Yin-Yang Sea before I brought out the three-leaf and nine-life flowers. Do you actually want it? Are you dreaming?"

"It's fine if you don't give it to me, who would like to me? However, Xianji Mountain does not welcome you, so you'd better leave immediately, otherwise I can only use some means to drive you away."

Gu Songzi said coldly, not like she was joking.

Then, Gu Songzi walked towards the forest with his hands on his back. When he walked to Zhang Ruochen, he threw a sentence, "If you want to continue the three meridians, follow me."

Qing Mo helped Zhang Ruochen up, blinked at the drunkard, and followed.

The drunkard was slightly stunned and shouted at Gu Songzi's back: "Old Monster, what does it mean? If I hadn't taken action just now, you would have been beaten to death. Should you cross the river so quickly?"

Zhang Ruochen, who was following Gu Songzi, had a strange look in his eyes.

Why did the drunkard call Gu Songzi the "Half Monster"? Is Gu Songzi not his real name?

As a saint of alchemy, he must be a great figure who has been famous all over the world.

Zhang Ruochen analyzed and thought carefully, and suddenly, his face was slightly stunned, and he thought to himself: "Can Gu Songzi be the poisonous saint master of the Demon Sect back then, isn't it?"

Eight hundred years ago, Zhang Ruochen had heard of Mr. Ku's name, half a senior higher than him.

When Zhang Ruochen was sixteen years old, Mr. Ku was only in his thirties at that time. He was already famous in the world and known as the world's number one genius.

Eight hundred years later, Zhang Ruochen read a lot of classics about those people back then. Among them, when he checked the chapter of the decisive battle between the Demon Emperor and the heroine Chi Yao, he accidentally saw records about Mr. Ku.

According to the classics, five hundred years ago, Mr. Ku was known as the "Saint Master of Poisonous Dao" and became the elder of the Demon Sect.

After the battle between the court and the Demon Sect, the masters of the Demon Sect were almost killed or injured, and there was no record of Mr. Ku. Zhang Ruochen only thought that he had died in that battle.

Originally, Zhang Ruochen suspected that the drunkard was once a member of the Demon Sect. When he heard that he called Gu Songzi "Ku Lao Monster", he naturally thought of Mr. Ku.

"Gu Songzi, Mr. Ku, can't they really be the same person, right? If Gu Songzi was the elder of the Demon Cult, why didn't he stay in the headquarters of the Demon Cult, but lived in seclusion to the dangerous Xianji Mountain? Is he living in seclusion or hiding something?"

Zhang Ruochen was full of questions and suddenly realized that Gu Songzi was also a very story-producing person.

Gu Songzi took Zhang Ruochen and Qingmo to a forest of mist and confused white mist. The trees in the forest were very huge. Some ancient trees, which have grown for many years, stood on the ground, like mountains.

There are some ruins among the weeds among the trees. It can be seen that this place was once very glorious and it is very likely that it was the former site of the Xianji Sect. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, there were probably tens of thousands of disciples of the sect practicing, refining alchemy, and comprehending the holy path here. Unfortunately, it has become extremely desolate now, and even the stone steps that were once covered with moss.

Zhang Ruochen whispered to Qing Mo: "Be careful, follow Gu Songzi's steps and don't step on the wrong steps. There are many ancient residual formations here. If you are not careful, you may not encounter great danger."

Gu Songzi took Zhang Ruochen and Qingmo to the bottom of a Lingshan Mountain.

"Crazy."

On the cliff of Lingshan, a spiritual spring flows out, and at the foot of the mountain, gathering into a green lakeside, emitting ethereal and hazy smoke.

The lakeside is full of various precious spiritual medicines, some are herbs, some are colorful medicinal flowers, and some are spiritual fruits that emit a charming fragrance.

The scenery here is beautiful, full of spiritual energy, quiet and peaceful. Compared with other places in Xianji Mountain, it is like a holy place for immortals.

"This place was once the largest spiritual cultivation place for the outer sect of the Immortal Ji Sect. Even now, the spirit gathering array underground is still operating." Gu Songzi said.

Qing Mo put Zhang Ruochen down and let him sit by the lake to rest.

Gu Songzi stared at the distance and snorted coldly: "The old drunkard didn't even leave Xianji Mountain, and he rushed over here secretly. Do you really think I can't deal with him?"

Gu Songzi released his mental power and turned into dozens of light shuttles, flew into the forest, and hit the ground.

"Rumbling."

All the ancient residual formations in the forest were activated and started to operate, blocking that area, and no creature could enter this place.

Zhang Ruochen raised his eyelids and said, "Senior and the drunkard don't seem to have a big grudge. Why can't you sit down and have a good chat if you keep him out of the door?"

Gu Songzi had no good expression on Zhang Ruochen and said, "Who told you that there is no big hatred? If you want to heal your wounds, don't ask so many questions you shouldn't ask."

Obviously, Gu Songzi didn't want to continue talking about this issue, and said, "Now, take out the Qianye Holy Core Grass and put it into the Linghu."
Chapter completed!