Near noon, another group of human cultivators wearing blue and white robes arrived here on countless flying spirit beasts. After seeing these human cultivators wearing blue and white robes, the large ships flying high in the sky came to this place.
Then he stopped.
"It seems that the Yun Clan has also learned the news that Mingsheng Mountain is about to be born. I wonder who the Yun Clan is leading this trip?"
The speaker was a woman who was riding on a clear crane and dressed in blue and white Taoist robes. Because her body was covered with clouds and mist, no one else could see her age or specific appearance.
However, even so, the big man sitting on the largest spaceship seemed to easily recognize her identity, and then a loud voice came from the huge spacecraft:
"It turns out to be Fairy Qiu Yun from Shanngling Temple. I am disrespectful and disrespectful. I am Yun Hao of the Yun Clan.
Since Shang Lingguan has also come here, he must also be here for the Mingsheng Mountain."
"In this case, I wonder if Fairy Qiu Yun is willing to join hands with my Yun clan to break the devilish mist and death aura above the Mingsheng Mountain. After the matter is completed, we, the Yun clan, can share the treasures obtained from the Mingsheng Mountain with Shang.
Spirituality is divided into 50 and 50."
The woman called Fairy Qiuyun stood on the Qingling Crane and responded calmly, saying:
"It turns out that you are Mr. Yun Hao, one of the top ten masters of the Yun Clan. I have admired you for a long time.
However, I, Shang Lingguan, have always been accustomed to fighting alone, and my trip to the Mingsheng Mountain this time was just to find a rare magical medicine."
"The purpose is just to heal my senior sister's injuries. I have no intention of tainting the rare treasures contained in the Holy Mountain. Please forgive me, Mr. Yunhao."
Loud laughter immediately sounded from the huge spaceship, "In that case, Yun will naturally not force this matter. Fairy Qiuyun, you fellow Taoists from Shanglingguan can invite you first."
As soon as he finished speaking, those huge spaceships made way for a wide avenue in the sky, allowing the human cultivators of Shang Ling Guan to pass quickly and unimpeded.
"Thank you Mr. Yunhao."
As soon as Fairy Qiu Yun finished speaking, she took the disciples of Shang Lingguan and flew one after another, disappearing into the sky and clouds in the blink of an eye.
Han Jiulin stood on the bank of the long black water river and looked at the huge spaceships driven by the Yun tribe for a while. He did not expect that going up the long black water river, there was a mountain of Mingsheng.
And according to what the woman called Fairy Qiuyun said, there seems to be a rare magical medicine hidden in this Mingsheng Mountain.
After hearing the words "rare miracle medicine", Han Jiulin couldn't help but be moved.
But after a little thought, Han Jiulin put aside the information about this rare medicine for the time being. After all, the most important thing now was to set off to find traces of Yu Xuanyan.
If something happens to Yu Xuanyan, what's the use of finding the rare magic medicine?
Just when Han Jiulin was about to continue leaving, a very fat monk wearing a torn cassock and a torn Buddhist hat quietly appeared in the woods in front of him.
"Amitabha, this donor, you and I must be destined."
Although this fat monk is a monk, he is actually quite obscenely fat. His stature is comparable to three Han Jiulins. The fat on his body trembles as he walks, which makes him look quite funny.
After seeing the fat monk, Han Jiulin couldn't help but narrow his eyes and immediately became vigilant.
You must know that with Han Jiulin's current sensing ability, no situation within a hundred miles can escape his five senses. However, this fat monk has now come to him, but he has not noticed it at all.
Han Jiulin asked: "Who are you?"
The fat monk had a kind smile on his face, his eyes were bent into slits, and he looked at Han Jiulin and said, "My name is Xian Tao, and I am a monk practicing in Liantan Temple."
"oh."
Han Jiulin responded lightly, then turned around and left.
"Hey, hey, this donor, don't leave in a hurry!"
Seeing Han Jiulin turn around and leave, monk Xian Tao quickly ran in front of him and stopped Han Jiulin.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Han Jiulin stared at the monk Xian Tao, ready to take action at any time.
"Donor, you misunderstood!"
As the fat monk spoke, he took out a torn roll of animal skin from his arms, and then handed it to Han Jiulin, "Donor, do you know what this is?"
Han Jiulin took the animal skin scroll and glanced at it slightly, then said: "The map of Mingsheng Mountain."
When the monk Xian Tao heard this, he showed an exaggerated expression of surprise, looked at Han Jiulin and said:
"Donor, I didn't expect you to be able to identify the origin of this animal skin fragment at a glance. It seems that you are really the destined person I am looking for!"
Han Jiulin stared at the fat monk in front of him, and then said coldly: "Are you kidding me?
On this fragment of animal skin are clearly written the six characters of the map of Mingsheng Mountain."
The monk Xian Tao shook his head repeatedly, pointed at the animal skin fragment in Han Jiulin's hand and continued to speak:
"Donor, you don't know something. This animal skin fragment is one-ninth of the map of Mingsheng Mountain. It is not only priceless, but also drawn with a special secret method. Only those who are truly destined can see the words on it.
"
"This benefactor, since you and I are destined, why don't I sell you this map of the Mingsheng Mountain without any hesitation."
"You don't know that Yun Hao, one of the top ten masters of the Yun Clan, and Fairy Qiu Yun of Shang Lingguan, had been pestering the poor monk for a long time and offered a high price of one million spiritual stones to buy this map, but the poor monk was not tempted.
"
"I'm not interested."
Han Jiulin had no intention of wasting any more time with this fat monk of unknown origin and intent to deceive. As soon as he finished speaking, he bypassed him and strode away.
"Donor, donator, don't leave in a hurry. I'll just sell you the fragment of the map of Mingsheng Mountain for 60,000 spirit stones. If it doesn't work out, 30,000! 30,000 is fine! We can discuss it carefully!"
Monk Xian Tao quickly caught up with Han Jiulin and followed him and continued to pester him.
Han Jiulin originally planned to use his magical powers to get rid of this annoying monk, but after thinking about it, he felt that since monk Xian Tao knew about Mingsheng Mountain, he must also know a lot of other information, so it would be better to ask him from his mouth.
some news.
So Han Jiulin stopped, looked at Monk Xian Tao and said: "Master Xian Tao, I would like to ask you a few questions. After asking each question, I am willing to give you a hundred spiritual stones as a reward. I don't know, Master
Are you willing?"
As soon as the monk Xian Tao heard that Han Jiulin was willing to offer a hundred spiritual stones in exchange for a question, he immediately beamed with joy. Then he put his hands together and bowed deeply to Han Jiulin, saying:
"Ahem, the poor monk is a monk. Monks never lie. Donor, if you have anything you want to ask, just ask. The poor monk will definitely answer truthfully."