I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 345 Lanruo Temple

As his voice fell, in an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the wind was surging.

The "huhu" sound of wind came from all directions, at first it was just a breeze, but in a blink of an eye, it turned into a whistling hurricane.

In the blink of an eye, the dark cloud covered a hundred miles around, and it was still spreading rapidly.

Immediately, dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, and the hurricane roared in. Within a hundred miles, it had become pitch black.

"Boom!"

As dark clouds filled the void, there was a thunderbolt, and in a blink of an eye there were lightning flashes and thunder, and heavy rain poured down.

The wind is a bone-eroding wind, and the rain is a meat-cutting rain.

Countless pitch-black raindrops fell on Huangpao Mountain, and in an instant, all the black mist that had lingered on Huangpao Mountain for thousands of years was melted away. Even the branches and vines that wrapped Huangpao Mountain seemed to be covered with rainwater erosion. There were countless black stains, and gradually lost its vitality.

"Susu."

The existence hidden in the mountain seemed to have sensed a crisis. Countless branches and vines were collected into the mountain like spirit snakes, and the black mist disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Huangpao Mountain, which was still eerie just now, stood in the wind and rain, as if it had been baptized, and there was no more movement.

"clang!"

A heavy bell rang, faintly transmitted from the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, a long and winding mountain road appeared, leading to the top of the mountain.
"That's right!"

He Pingan chuckled, and led the two people behind him slowly up the mountain road covered with bluestones.

In a blink of an eye, the three of them had already reached the halfway up the mountain.

On the mountainside, there is lush greenery, and countless grasses and trees grow in disorder. Among the dense trees, there is a dilapidated temple with collapsed walls.

When the three of them approached, they realized that it was an ancient temple with a gloomy atmosphere.

There are three characters in the letter: Lanruo Temple!

"Senior, this ancient temple suddenly appeared here, it is extremely strange, we"

Master Chongyang and Liu Sheng were about to persuade He Pingan to go around the road, but there was a "squeak" in his ears, and He Pingan had already raised his hand and pushed the gate of Lanruo Temple open.

The two looked at each other, but had to shut up, followed He Pingan and walked in.

"Amitabha, the three benefactors are here, welcome from afar!"

With the sound of the Buddha's horn, an old monk wearing a golden cassock and holding a tin staff came out of the temple.

Dozens of young monks in blue robes followed behind, filing out.

As the monk walked out, the original ancient ruined temple disappeared, and what appeared in front of us was a magnificent Daxiong Palace.

On the roof, endless Buddha light gathered and sprinkled a little bit of golden light.

It complements the Buddha's light on the old monk's body, making it look holy and dignified.

However seeing this scene, Master Chongyang and Liu Sheng became even more nervous.

In an ancient temple deep in the mountains, there must be evildoers!
The dilapidated ancient temple just now turned into an environment in an instant, and the two of them still couldn't see through it. The old monk didn't see the slightest evil spirit, but the Buddha's light was overflowing. It was obvious that his cultivation was far superior to his own, so he could do this.

Daoist Chongyang and Liu Sheng were facing a formidable enemy, their mana was circulating to the extreme, and they were ready to strike if something went wrong.

However, He Pingan waved his hand, signaling to the two of them not to be nervous. He bowed his hands to the old monk and asked, "I'm a crazy Taoist, what's the master's name?"

"The poor monk Faming, Tian is the abbot of Lanruo Temple, and I have seen the Martial Saint Riding a Dragon."

The old monk in yellow robe clasped his hands together and bowed in salute.

"Do you know Pindao?"

A look of surprise flashed across He Ping'an's face, and he asked.

"The name of the martial sage riding a dragon is unknown to everyone in southern Xinjiang."

The old monk in yellow robe said with a smile.

"Now that you know Pindao's name, are you going to catch him without a fight, or let Pindao flatten your Yellow Robe Mountain?"

He Pingan changed the subject, and his expression suddenly became fierce.

He has already seen just now that these young monks are full of Yin energy, they are not human beings at all, but ghosts.

Everyone's expressions were dull, and it was obvious that their souls were imprisoned in Lanruo Temple by the old monk and could not escape.

Although the old monk's body was full of Buddha's light, it was hard to hide the yin energy on his body, as well as the boundless evil energy.

This at least devoured a lot of living beings to produce such a solid evil spirit.

Among them are many human creatures.

"Don't worry, benefactor, can I listen to the poor monk tell a story."

Fa Ming's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't take He Pingan's threat to heart at all.

"A story?"

He Pingan smiled lightly, and his voice changed suddenly in the next sentence: "You don't need to talk about it, just come and see for yourself!"

After the words fell, both hands with a faint golden light stretched out like dragon claws, and grabbed Faming suddenly.

Before Fa Ming could react at all, He Pingan grabbed both shoulders, but he didn't look panicked at all, and softly recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

As the Buddha's name fell, the Buddha's light shone all over his body, emitting thousands of feet of golden light, and he wanted to spread He Ping'an's hands.

"That's it?"

He Pingan chuckled, and the dark golden light on his hands became solid instantly, and his five fingers were directly inserted into Fa Ming's shoulders as if they were made of gold.

Fa Ming let out a muffled snort, with a flustered look on his face. He obviously didn't expect that the Buddha's light that he thought was enough to block He Pingan was easily defeated!
"If you haven't revealed your true body, then wait for your body and spirit to be destroyed!"

He Ping'an's gaze sharpened, and a dark golden light flashed above the ten fingers, and he wanted to penetrate Fa Ming's body along Fa Ming's pierced shoulder.

"Damn Niubi, you are courting death!"

At this moment, a cold and sharp female voice sounded, and branches and vines emerged from the ground of Lanruo Temple like sharp swords, stabbing at He Pingan and the others fiercely.

"That's not enough!"

He Pingan said coldly, with the mana running all over his body, the dark golden light shrouded ten feet around, protecting the three of them.

"Fuck."

Numerous branches and vines pierced the dark gold mask, making tooth-piercing sounds, but they couldn't pierce the protection of the mask.

At this moment, Faming, who had been tightly held in his hand, transformed into billowing yin energy above his body, and immediately after, his body directly turned into a wisp of illusory yin energy, about to escape into the void.

"Where to go!"

He Pingan pointed far away with one hand, and a cold sword intent suddenly emerged from the fingertips, and in an instant, he caught up with the Yin Qi. Wherever the sword light touched, the Yin Qi turned into nothingness.

"what"

A heart-wrenching scream came from the top of Huangpao Mountain.

Immediately, the scene of the ancient temple in front of him changed greatly, from the magnificent and magnificent just now, to become dilapidated again.

"Then Faming, is he dead?"

Immortal Chongyang and Liu Sheng looked at the changes in the surrounding environment in astonishment, and asked.

"not yet!"

He Pingan shook his head slowly. The Faming just now was just transformed by a trace of Yin Qi. He pointed to the top of Huangpao Mountain: "There is today's true master!"

The eyes of the two followed He Pingan's fingers and looked up. They saw a towering giant tree standing on the top of Huangpao Mountain in the storm.

"This is the locust tree demon?"

Liu Sheng fixed his eyes and said in surprise.

One must know that although there are many giant trees in the southern border, such trees as locust trees are only more than ten feet high at most.

But now the giant locust tree on the top of the mountain has surpassed his cognition, and its height alone has reached more than three hundred feet.

The range covered by branches and leaves is even more enormous.

"Is that its root?"

Daoist Chongyang let out an exclamation, pointed to the undulating ground not far from the three of them, and asked.

The cultivation bases of the three are not low, and their eyes can easily see through the ground. Under the ground, the roots that look like human blood vessels are like the tentacles of giant beasts, stabbing towards the feet of the three along the underground soil veins.

Before the three of them could fly in the air, countless branches with jet-black vines stabbed in all directions.

Even the leaves, which usually looked extremely soft, stabbed at them like sharp knives with a whistling sound.

All of a sudden, the three of them seemed to be caught in an endless attack.

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