The sermon begins with the dragon and the horse

Chapter 132 Wine Sword Immortal

In the early morning, wisps of sunlight are falling, and lingering smoke is rising. The dewdrops on the branches and leaves are colorful and shining with divine light.

Looking around, the whole world seems to be a green ocean.The grass on the hillside is full of grass, clusters and clusters of unknown wild flowers, bathed in the sun, blooming smiling faces.

However, at this moment, Shen Ma was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery.He was covered in blood, the black robe on his body was tattered, and one hind hoof was almost broken, and he suffered unimaginable severe injuries.

"Boundless..."

Along the way, across the mountains of thousands of miles, Shen Ma underestimated the danger of the Qinling Mountains. The strange beasts here are extremely fierce, destroying mountains and peaks at every turn, and the mysterious ancient corpses, swallowing moonlight, are powerful.

He accidentally strayed into the territory of those holy master-level creatures, and was run over all the way. At the most dangerous time, he met three powerful-level creatures at the same time, and was almost dismembered.

"call!"

The "Dragon Horse Divine Art" was running continuously, and the wounds on his body were slowly recovering. He swallowed dozens of thousand-year-old elixir and transformed them into life essence.

After three days and nights, Shen Ma opened his eyes, stood up and took a few steps, and the terrible wound healed.

He looked back at the invisible jungle behind him, still feeling terrified.

"Hey, that's it? Mortals!"

A mile ahead of him was climbing a dangerous peak. To Shen Ma, it was not a mountain, but a small mound of dirt.But for mortals, that is an insurmountable obstacle.

"It seems that there are gathering places around, just ask the way." Shen Ma murmured.

"Shh!"

With a flash of divine light, after a while he came to the mortal who was a mile away, and said, "Hello."

"Monster, help!" The mortal yelled sharply in fright, let go of his hands that were clinging to the rock wall, and fell suddenly, flopping about in the air.

"Ugh! Do I look like a monster?" Shen Ma stretched out a powerful hand and caught the woman from the air.

It has to be said that in the eyes of Shen Ma, ordinary people are creatures covered with dirt all over their bodies. He greatly reduced the sensitivity of his eyes to see that she is a beautiful woman.

There was a basket hanging behind her, which contained dozens of herbs, and her plain face was a bit frightened,

"What's your name?" Shen Ma put on an expression that he thought was kind.

However, in the eyes of that woman, that grinning mouth was like an abyss of hell, she tremblingly said: "Luo... Concubine Mi."

"Uh, the name is quite special. Do you know any cities nearby?" Shen Ma was slightly surprised. The name reminded him of the legendary Luoshen.

The girl nodded and said, "A hundred miles to the west is Fufeng City."

"Thank you, this thousand-year-old elixir is my reward." Shen Ma took out a stalk of ground ginseng and threw it to the little girl. With four hooves dancing, a black light was drawn in the air, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Concubine Luo Mi was holding the elixir in her hand in a daze, she didn't come back to her senses for a long time, feeling that all this was like a dream, she murmured: "Don't monsters eat people?"

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Fufeng City, the only ancient city with a radius of thousands of miles, has stood here for tens of thousands of years. It has only escaped many crises by relying on the saint-level magic circle preserved by its ancestors.

The land of the Qinling Mountains has a large number of strong men, not only the threat of strange beasts and ancient corpses, but also some special holy spirits.Battles at the high level often spread thousands of miles away, and Fufeng City's standing today is not only due to luck.

Shen Ma came to the land ten miles outside Fufeng City, practiced the Dafa of Changing Heaven and Earth, and transformed into a swordsman.

At the gate of Fufeng City, there are traces of swords, guns and halberds everywhere. The whole ancient city exudes a breath of time, simple and vigorous, vigorous and powerful.

A swordsman wearing a purple sun scarf, a green robe, and a flying sword floated in the breeze.I saw him with a crane top and a turtle back, phoenix eyes and sparse eyebrows, a ruddy complexion and an elegant demeanor.As soon as he came to the crowd, he immediately felt that his temperament was extraordinary, as if he stood out from the crowd.

"Yu Jian rides the wind to eliminate demons from heaven and earth. There is wine and joy, but without wine, I am also insane. I drink the rivers and rivers, and then I drink the sun and the moon. I can't get drunk with a thousand cups, but I am the wine sword fairy."

Shen Ma picked up the wine gourd on his waist, took a sip of the monkey wine, felt refreshed, and calmly walked into the gate of Fufeng City.

Compared with the holy city, the residents here are a bit more peaceful and serene. There are not many people here, and most of them have smiles on their faces, looking very leisurely.

He stepped into a restaurant that only served monks, ordered a few small dishes, and listened to the news of this place like a ghost, and probably learned some inside information.

This place is a remote area belonging to the Guhua Dynasty, located in the west of Zhongzhou.

He walked to an old man at the next table and said politely: "Senior, may I ask if there is a sect called Qin Sect here?"

"Qin Clan? I think I've heard of it somewhere?" The old man seemed thoughtful.

"Grandpa, isn't Qinmen the little sect thousands of miles away to the south? We passed by when we were hunting before." The little girl sitting next to the old man said.

"Yes, yes, that sect is very dilapidated, with only a few small dirt hills." The old man suddenly realized.

"Then thank you, I will pay for your meals today." Shen Ma said.

"The old man would be more respectful than obedient." The old man twisted his beard and smiled.

After Shen Ma paid for the wine, his divine light shot up, soaring into the sky, and flew towards Qinmen.

An hour later, he finally arrived at the boundary of Qin Sect.

Thirty miles away from Qin Gate, Shen Ma stopped and stared at it from afar.

He didn't dare to get too close, the Qin Sect was by no means a small sect, and there were many great talents hidden in it. He could perceive no less than ten Immortal Stage Realm masters, and there were also many Dragon Transformation Realm masters.

However, the weak are also very weak, and some are not in the Lunhai realm. These people are uneven.

In front, there are four low mountains, each of which has only about twenty people.The main gate is located in the center of this mountainous area, and there are no more than a hundred people in total.

Moreover, there are some mountain villages scattered here, and some children often run to play on the short hills. It looks very loose, and it doesn't look like a place where military secrets are hidden.

It has to be said that such a declining small religion has a history of thousands of years. It has to be said that it is simply a miracle.But the mortal dynasties do not know how many have been lost in history.

Looking as far as the eye can see, the mountain range in the center is not a place of dragon veins underground, but it is more than a thousand meters high, without majestic momentum, and without wild aura, it is very ordinary and ordinary.

Speaking of it, it is a bit of a back-to-basics charm, natural and mysterious.

"Should I sneak in at night? Or just join Qinmen and explore again? Will Dafa be discovered in another world? The Ninth Secret doesn't know which mountain it is on?"

Shen Ma was caught in a tangle, for fear of being discovered by the masters of the Qin Clan.

(End of this chapter)