Liu Qinghuan climbed over several snow-capped mountains, hurried for a day in the increasingly cold snow wind, and finally saw the extremely special shape of Xianding Peak from afar. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are many peaks in the Hengwu Mountains, but there are not many that can have a name, and Xianding Peak is a huge peak with a name.

Legend has it that there were immortals in Xianding Peak to refine the elixir with ground fire, when the elixir was baked, the dragon and the crane danced, and the sound of jubilation spread all over the four fields.

These are all things that Liu Qinghuan read in some wild anecdotes, but now Xianding Peak suddenly broke out with a fierce earth fire, and the sound was so great that the entire Hengwu Mountain Range could hear it.

On the way, he also met several monks who had come from all over the mountains, and they looked at each other, but no one was interested in talking, so he continued to hurry on without saying a word.

This place is already above the snow line, all the peaks are covered with ice and snow that does not melt all year round, and there is a fiery red lava flowing in a white field at Xianding Peak, which is extremely eye-catching.

When Liu Qinghuan arrived closer, there were already more than a dozen monks here, and people came one after another.

But because this is already the extreme depth of the Hengwu Mountain Range, there is not a single Qi cultivator, most of them are foundation building monks, and there are even two Jindan real people standing in the sky and watching.

Ahead was the Xianding Peak, which was still erupting, and from time to time there was a loud bang, and the lava sprayed from the Ding-shaped mountain pass reached into the air, and the stones that burned into fireballs flew out extremely far.

Liu Qinghuan didn't get any closer, and if he leaned over again, he would be overwhelmed by the skyrocketing smoke. I saw fiery red magma flowing down the mountain, burning the ice and snow, pulling out a deep trench and merging into a river at the bottom of the mountain.

The Zhuji monks were gathering in a bunch of whispered conversations: "What's going on today, four volcanoes exploded in a row, and half of the demon beasts I killed were scared to give up directly. ”

"No, I easily tracked down the traces of the multi-eyed demon moth, and it was exploded by a series of loud noises, and the demon beasts of the entire Hengwu Mountain Range were in chaos. ”

"A few more times, there won't be another beast tide, right?"

"It's hard to say, those demon beasts are still rioting. But not to mention, this is the first time I've seen such a spectacular scene. ”

Some people are excited, while others are excited: "I thought something earth-shattering 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 nostalgia. A few more people watched it for a while, and felt bored to leave.

Liu Qinghuan was secretly paying attention to the two Jindan monks, they sat firmly on the flying magic weapon, and they had no intention of leaving, and their eyes were always fixed on Xianding Peak.

He looked inquiringly into the mountain pass, and saw nothing but the fiery red lava that shot out. As for the rest of the mountain, the upper part is completely covered by snow and ice, and the lower part is a coniferous forest, which is unusual.

He touched his chin in thought, and his gaze casually turned to the side, just in time to meet the eyes of a nun who had just arrived.

His heart skipped a beat, he was in a trance for a moment, showed a natural smile to the other party, and nodded in greeting: "Mu Daoyou, long time no see." ”

Mu Yinyin's appearance was the same as back then, beautiful, graceful and gentle, and he blessed him slightly: "Liu Daoyou, I haven't seen him for many years." ”

She looked at Xianding Peak in the distance: "Have you been here for a long time?"

"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 quite a few people here before, but this will be a lot away. Where did Mu Daoyou come from?"

Mu Yinyin smiled lightly: "Our sect is only half a month away from here, but I happened to be nearby, and when I heard a loud noise, I found that it was from the direction of Xianding Peak and rushed over." ”

"Huh, is there a story in this?"

"It's reasonable that Liu Daoyou doesn't know. Mu Yinyin said: "The legend of Xianding Peak only exists in the vicinity, and it is rumored that every time Xianding Peak erupts, there will be a fairy palace that will float out with the lava, and it will slowly sink after a while. ”

Liu Qinghuan was surprised, and his eyes widened to find the shadow of the Immortal Palace from the fiery tripod-shaped mountain pass: "I don't seem to have seen it." ”

Mu Yinyin smiled: "This is just a legend, it may not be true." ”

After thinking about it, he said, "But whether it's true or not, we'll know later." Xianding Peak has been silent for a long time, and it has not erupted for thousands of years. ”

Only then did Liu Qinghuan understand why the two Jindan monks were guarding and not leaving.

The two chatted casually, like friends who had not seen each other for many years and were not very familiar with each other, looking polite and polite.

Among them, there were two major eruptions in Xianding Peak, there were many monks who came and went, but there were not many left, some left at a glance, and some waited for a long time, and found that there was nothing to see and left.

Mu Yinyin is like a piece of warm jade, with a clear appearance, but a cold jade texture.

Liu Qinghuan is no longer the hairy boy he was back then, and when he saw her, he blushed and blushed. He was indifferent, sometimes saying a word to the other party, but more often he was silent.

"Yo, there are so many people waiting here. A brilliant red light came from far and near, and in an instant, it came to the two Jindan monks, and there was a laugh in the red light: "The surname Chang, 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 it weren't for your eighth husband who died again, that's why you have time to come here?"

A charming female cultivator walked out of the red light, shook her eyes when she heard the words, covered her mouth and smiled: "It's almost there." He Lao, do you want to be the ninth? Don't worry, when the dead ghost has braids, you can come to my door. ”

"Hmph, I can't listen to you poisonous widow!"

The poisonous lady didn't care about the other party's unkind words. Her flying magic weapon is like a roofless sedan chair, at this time, her hands are on the side, her fingers are around a strand of hair, and her eyes are like silk: "A widow is better than a dead ghost, Brother Chang, don't you say?"

The monk surnamed Chang was full of smiles, his eyes swept unscrupulously over her half-exposed breasts, and nodded, "Very much." ”

On the other side, Mu Yinyin was briefly introducing the three Jindan monks to Liu Qinghuan: "Although these three people are all casual cultivators, they are also famous. The most powerful of them is the poisonous lady, who is said to be extremely ruthless, married seven times, and all seven husbands died at her hands......"

The two of them use sound transmission, so they are not afraid of being heard when they talk.

Liu Qinghuan asked, "Are they demon cultivators?"

"For casual cultivation, there is not much difference between demon cultivation and Taoist cultivation. Mu Yinyin said: "Because there is no sect, everything can only rely on yourself, so most of the scattered cultivators are unscrupulous......

As the two were talking, they heard that Xianding Peak began to erupt again, causing a big earthquake to tremble and rumble.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes lit up, and he seemed to see a corner of the cornice in the scorching firelight.