Linghu Mountain is located in the Fallen Leaf Country, deep in the vast mountains. It has no obvious features. Those who don't recognize it may think it is an ordinary hill.

If anyone recognizes this mountain, they will be extremely cautious and would rather take a detour of thousands of miles than get close to it.

The reason is very simple. There is a fox demon at the peak level of demon spirit living in Linghu Mountain, who has been practicing for hundreds of years.

This fox monster is called Lord Spirit Fox, and it is the most ferocious and powerful monster in the Luoye Kingdom. The king is extremely afraid of it and sends it to him for worship every year.

Spirit foxes like to eat people.

It especially has an appetite for boys and girls.

Therefore, the leader of the Luoye Kingdom sent an offering of one hundred boys and one girl each year.

In a country that is not big in the first place, the result of paying tribute every year is that people are so frightened that many people are unwilling to breed offspring.

Knowing that he is likely to be eaten by a fox demon after birth, who wants to experience life and death, it is better not to be born.

On this day, several carriages came from outside the mountains, and the faint sounds of children sobbing could be heard in the carriages.

The first cart was the quietest and did not cry.

The driver was a bearded old man, and his big hands were covered with calluses. Those were not marks left by the driver, but from years of use of swords.

The aura of peak foundation building rose and fell on the old man's body.

The curtains of the car were pulled open, and more than twenty practitioners with lingering breaths could be seen sitting inside.

"We're almost there, stay alert and don't hesitate when you're desperate." The old man driving the car said to himself.

There was a sound coming from the carriage.

"Don't worry, Uncle Zheng, we dare to come to Linghu Mountain just to fight for our lives!"

"If we can't get rid of the spirit fox demon this time, our Luoye Kingdom will be ruined."

"We will risk our lives for the sake of the people of Fallen Leaf Country."

"I have been practicing for more than thirty years just to come to Linghu Mountain for revenge. I was supposed to have three brothers, but I am the only one left. The misery of losing one brother every year is still a nightmare I still dream about."

"If Linghu Mountain is not eliminated, the Fallen Leaf Kingdom will be destroyed sooner or later. I hope we can succeed in the battle and get rid of the fox demon."

"At least we have to die together with that spirit fox! We humans don't live to become the food of the demon clan!"

The practitioners in the carriage all have foundation-building skills, and the purpose of their trip is to make a surprise attack on Linghu Mountain and kill the fox demon.

The bearded old man driving the car nodded first, then shook his head and sighed deeply.

"I hope so. The demon spirits are too powerful, so we can only do our best to obey fate."

The old man's voice was filled with helplessness.

If he hadn't been forced into a desperate situation, how could he have summoned these few foundation-building experts from the Fallen Leaf Kingdom to fight against the demon spirit.

He is old, and he knows that the result of his passionate blood is probably a cold corpse, but he has to come, otherwise, the human race of the Fallen Leaf Kingdom will not see any hope and will fall into the abyss forever.

The wheels passed by, leaving ruts of varying depths in the mountains.

Just like life of different lengths.

Some people are born and destined to fight for their lives. If they don't fight, where will their lives come from?

The carriage fell silent.

Not long after, a woman's voice sounded.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. All the eighteen sons of the spirit fox have come out of the cave, and only the demon spirits are left in the spirit fox mountain. If we miss the opportunity, we may never get another chance."

"The Eighteen Sons in Linghu Mountain are not the only high-level monsters. It's just that all the Eighteen Sons have the ability to transform into human bodies. As far as I know, there are no less than a hundred high-level fox monsters entrenched in the mountain."

"As long as the convoy is close to the spirit fox, we will have a chance to take action. Even if the high-level fox demon outside comes to help, it will take time. Uncle Zheng's magic circle will definitely be able to stop it for a while, and this period of time is our only chance."

"We may not have a chance of hurting the spirit fox if we join forces. Even if we fail, there will be sacrifices in the car behind. I hope the spirit fox will not embarrass the king."

Uncle Zheng, who was driving the car, said in a solemn voice: "If I can save those children from being eaten, I am willing to give my life in exchange for it. Please be silent, everyone. We have arrived at Linghu Mountain."

As he spoke, the scenery in front of him was vast. The motorcade emerged from the woods, and in front of it was a green mountain.

This mountain is a crater.

The mountain is hollow, with a cave inside it, shaped like a volcano.

At the foot of the mountain is a dark cave entrance.

The entrance of the cave is straight, leading to the heart of the mountain.

When the convoy arrived outside the cave, Uncle Zheng who was driving the car and the practitioners hiding in the carriage were all very nervous, and many people had cold sweat on their palms.

They are not afraid of death, but of falling short.

The convoy drove into the cave entrance, as if they were submerged into a dark mouth.

The moment darkness enveloped us, the suppressed cries of children came from the carriage behind.

They know their end.

That was the tragedy that happened to the Fallen Leaf Kingdom over the years. The only result of the tribute was that it was eaten by the spirit fox demon.

The wheels made a squeaking sound.

The ground is uneven, but covered with a layer of finely broken white bones.

These white bones are the bones of tributes. After the flesh and blood are swallowed by the fox demon, the bones become paving stones.

Old man Zheng has walked this road of bones more than once.

Whenever he walks here, all his anger will be completely ignited, and his eyes will be bloodshot.

But every time, he could only endure it.

There is no need for today, he is old, he will take advantage of the fact that his cultivation is still there, while the Fallen Leaf Kingdom is still there, he will have a chance to fight!

The horses pulling the cart were trembling in the cave and needed to be whipped repeatedly before they were willing to move forward.

The demon aura in the cave frightened the horses and they did not dare to move forward.

Finally, the driver needs to get down and drag the horses before they can move forward.

The dark cave was not too long, but the team walked for a long time, as if they had walked through a long period of time.

The monks hiding in the first carriage clenched their swords, their eyes filled with a look of death.

There was light ahead.

They knew that in that light was the real lair of the spirit fox demon.

The nervousness caused these foundation-building monks to ignore a strange phenomenon.

Linghu Mountain is surprisingly quiet today.

There was no crow, no roar, not even the shadow of a fox.

Gradually, Old Man Zheng noticed the difference.

Just when he was wondering, he suddenly heard a folk song playing in the light ahead.

Climbing the hills leads to greater swamps.

Driving cattle and sheep, running around.

My sister knits straw sandals, leather jackets are the warmest.

There are legends in the endless sea.

The shepherds sing folk songs.

The herd demons are crossing the mountains, kill them and drink the wine.

The singing voice is clear and loud, with a sense of ease, and it doesn't seem to come from the mouth of a demon clan.

Old Man Zheng took a few steps and stepped into the light first.

Then, a puzzled expression completely froze on his face.

He saw a scene that he could never imagine in his life.

In the wide surrounding mountain, stood a young man in black clothes, holding the head of the peak demon spirit in his left hand, surrounded by the corpses of countless fox demons.

The young man who sang folk songs actually killed thousands of fox demons all over Linghu Mountain by himself!

A grunt.

The head of the fox demon known as Lord Linghu was thrown aside casually. In the fox's eyes, there was a look of fear, horror, and unwillingness to be confused.

The young man in black clothes took one step forward, and when he reappeared, he was already standing on the top of the mountain.

As the young man's figure rises and falls, streaks of evil spirits follow him, converging on the top of the mountain and blending into his mysterious clothes.

There was a pop.

Old man Zheng fell to his knees and burst into tears.

The monks in the carriage arrived one after another, and everyone who saw the scene in the middle of the mountain was stunned for a long time.

They couldn't believe that the powerful and terrifying peak demon spirit had been killed.

Linghu Mountain, which had brought trouble to Luoye Country for many years, was actually slaughtered!

The figure on the top of the mountain has long since disappeared.

After a long time, excited shouts came from the mountainside.

"Thank you, senior, for slaying demons in my Fallen Leaf Kingdom!"

The shouts were full of surprise and gratitude, but people didn't know who the master of killing monsters was. Afterwards, Old Man Zheng recalled the folk song and finally found the identity of the young man in Xuanyi.

So a tall statue was built in the heart of Linghu Mountain.

The statue holds the fox demon's head in its hand and looks up to the sky. It is an extraordinary instrument. There is a name engraved on the stone base. It is very simple, with only three words.
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