Liu Qinghuan climbed over several snow-capped mountains and drove for a day in the increasingly cold snow wind. Finally, she saw the very special Xianding Peak from a distance.
There are many peaks in the Hengwu Mountains, but not many of them have names, and Xianding Peak is one of the few huge peaks with names.
Legend has it that there was an immortal who used earth fire to refine the elixir at Xianding Peak. When the elixir was released, dragons soared and cranes danced, and the sound of joy spread throughout the countryside.
These were all things Liu Qinghuan had read in some anecdotes. Now Xianding Peak suddenly erupted into a violent fire, which was so loud that it could be heard throughout the Hengwu Mountains.
On the way, he also met several monks who came from all directions in the mountains. After looking at each of them, no one was interested in talking, so he just continued to move forward without saying a word.
This place is already above the snow line, and all the peaks are covered with ice and snow that never melts all year round. At Xianding Peak, there is fiery red lava flowing in the white, which is extremely eye-catching.
When Liu Qinghuan arrived nearby, there were already more than a dozen monks here, and more people came one after another from behind.
But because this place is already very deep in the Hengwu Mountains, there are no Qi-training monks, most of them are foundation-building monks, and there are two Jindan masters standing high in the sky watching.
Ahead is the Xianding Peak that is still erupting. From time to time, it makes a loud roar. The lava ejected from the tripod-shaped mountain pass goes straight into the air, and the rocks that burn into fireballs fly very far away.
Liu Qinghuan stopped getting closer, and if he got closer, he would be drowned by the soaring smoke and dust. He saw fiery red magma flowing down the mountain, melting the ice and snow, pulling out a deep trench, and flowing into a river at the bottom of the mountain.
The foundation-building monks were gathering in a group and talking quietly: "What happened today? Four volcanoes exploded in a row. I was so scared that half of the monsters I killed gave up."
"No! I managed to track down a trace of the multi-eyed demonic moth, but with a series of loud explosions, all the demonic beasts in the Hengwu Mountains were thrown into chaos."
"If we come back a few more times, there won't be another beast wave, right?"
"It's hard to say, those monsters are still making a fuss. But don't say it, this is the first time I've seen such a spectacular scene."
Some people were very interested, while others were disinterested: "I thought something terrible had happened, but it turned out to be just a volcano. What a waste of time."
After saying that, he turned around and left without any hesitation. A few more people looked at him for a while and felt they had no interest in following him.
However, Liu Qinghuan was secretly paying attention to the two golden elixir monks. They were sitting steadily on the flying magic weapon, with no intention of leaving at all. They kept staring at Xianding Peak.
He looked at the mountain pass from a distance, but saw nothing except the flaming red lava shooting out. As for the rest of the mountain, the upper part was completely covered by ice and snow, and below was a coniferous forest, which was nothing unusual.
He touched his chin and thought, his eyes turned sideways inadvertently, and happened to look into the eyes of a female nun who had just arrived.
His heart skipped a beat, and he was in a daze for a moment. He showed a natural smile to the other party and nodded in greeting: "Fellow Taoist Mu, long time no see."
Mu Yinyin's appearance remained the same as before, stunningly beautiful, graceful and gentle. She bowed slightly to him and said, "Fellow Daoist Liu, I haven't seen you for many years."
She turned her eyes and looked at the Xianding Peak in the distance: "How long has it been since you've been here, fellow Taoist?"
"I've been here for a long time." Liu Qinghuan also looked in the same direction: "This mountain has been erupting and has never stopped. Well... there were many people here before, but now a lot of people have left. Taoist friend Mu came from
Where are you coming from?"
Mu Yinyin smiled lightly and said: "Our sect is only half a month away from here, but I happened to be nearby. When I heard the loud noise, I realized it was in the direction of Xianding Peak and rushed over."
"Huh? Is there a story in this?"
"It makes sense that Fellow Daoist Liu doesn't know." Mu Yinyin said: "The legend of Xianding Peak only exists in the nearby area. It is said that every time Xianding Peak erupts, a fairy palace will float with the molten rock.
If it comes out, it will slowly sink again after a while.”
Liu Qinghuan was amazed. He opened his eyes wide and tried to find the shadow of the Immortal Palace from the red tripod-shaped mountain pass: "I don't think I saw it."
Mu Yinyin smiled: "This is just a legend, it may not be true."
After thinking for a while, he said: "But whether it is true or not, we will find out later. Xianding Peak has been silent for a long time and has not erupted for probably thousands of years."
Only then did Liu Qinghuan understand why the two golden elixir monks were refusing to leave.
The two of them were chatting, just like friends who had not seen each other for many years and were not very familiar with each other. They seemed polite and courteous.
During this period, there were two major eruptions at Xianding Peak. There were many monks coming and going, but not many stayed. Some left after just one look, and some left after waiting for a long time and found that there was nothing to see.
Mu Yinyin is like a piece of warm jade, with a clear appearance but a cold jade texture.
Liu Qinghuan is no longer the young boy he used to be. He blushes whenever he sees her. He is calm and composed. Sometimes he speaks to the other person, but more often he is silent.
"Oh, so many people are waiting here." A bright red light came closer from a distance, and in an instant it was in front of the two golden elixir monks. A teasing laugh came from the red light: "The one with the surname Chang, the one with the surname He
, I didn’t expect you to be so boring.”
The old man among the two Jindan monks sat still and said coldly: "Isn't the poisonous lady just as boring? If your eighth husband hadn't died again, that's why you had time to come here?"
A charming female cultivator walked out of the red light. When she heard this, she cast her charming eyes, covered her mouth and said with a smile: "It's almost over. Mr. He, do you want to be the ninth one? Don't worry, when that damn ghost gets his pigtails turned, my
You can come to the door as you wish."
"Hmph, I can't stand this poisonous widow like you!"
The poisonous lady didn't care about the other party's rude words. Her flying magic weapon was like a roofless sedan chair. At this time, she put her hand on the side, twirled her fingers around a strand of hair, and said with charming eyes: "A widow is better than a dead ghost.
,Brother Chang, do you think so?"
The monk surnamed Chang had a smile on his face, his eyes swept over her half-exposed breasts unscrupulously, and he nodded: "Very true."
On the other side, Mu Yinyin was briefly introducing the three golden elixir monks to Liu Qinghuan: "Although these three are all casual cultivators, they are relatively famous. The most powerful among them is the poisonous lady, whose methods are said to be extremely ruthless.
, married seven times, and all seven husbands died in her hands..."
The two of them used sound transmission, so they were not afraid of being heard when they spoke.
Liu Qinghuan asked: "Are they demon cultivators?"
"For casual cultivators, there is not much difference between demonic cultivators and Taoist cultivators." Mu Yinyin said: "Because there is no sect, you can only rely on yourself for everything, so most casual cultivators do whatever it takes..."
While the two were talking, they heard Xianding Peak begin to erupt again, causing the earth to tremble and rumble.
Liu Qinghuan's eyes narrowed, and he seemed to see a cornice in the scorching firelight.