One sword cuts through the nine heavens

Taoist Xuanhe lowered his sword light in front of Dulong Temple.

This Poisonous Dragon Temple is built on the top of a mountain. Except for the flat land in front of the mountain gate and facing the rushing river, it is surrounded by steep cliffs. Even those with excellent martial arts and light kung fu can't easily climb up and down.

Shang Wenli was conceited about his extraordinary light kung fu, possessing the unique skill of light kung fu such as the Thousand Miles Alone Technique. He secretly took a look at him and showed a confused look on his face.

Wang Chong looked left and right, unable to help but feel curious, and secretly thought: "How did you transport stones and wood up such a steep mountain, and how did you recruit workers? Could it be that the ancestors and masters built it by hand, without the help of mortals?"

Although Tianxin Temple is also a cultivation portal, it also supports many mortals to serve the master of cultivation. If there are no ordinary people as slaves, life will be miserable.

Taoist Xuanhe said to Mo Huer: "You just play in front of the temple gate, I will send them in, and I will come back later!"

Last time, Mo Hu'er talked nonsense in front of Ling Su'er, which made Master Xuanhe embarrassed, so this time, he decided not to bring this worried disciple in, lest he say anything he shouldn't say again.

Mo Huer looked aggrieved and thought to himself: "Master, you have lifted the restriction for me!"

Taoist Xuanhe warned his disciples and took Wang Chong and others into the Dulong Temple. He explained to several people: "We in Emei do not want to be connected with the common people, so we only have the inner mountain gate. Unless we are proficient in swordsmanship, it is absolutely difficult to get in and out. Dulong Temple has two mountain gates, the inner and outer. This is the outer mountain gate, which can be reached by ordinary people. We are going to the inner mountain gate, where Patriarch Tieli and his disciples practice."

Although Wang Chong has lived in Wulingxian Mansion for some time, he really doesn't know anything about the inner and outer mountain gates. The Tianxin Temple where he came from is just a Taoist temple built by ordinary people. It doesn't even have a formation to protect the mountain. It's so poor. very.

Taoist Xuanhe brought Wang Chong, a native of Yanbei, Shang Wenli, and the little fox Hu Suer through the temple.

Wang Chong saw no one along the way, only some statues of gods in golden armor, several feet high and majestic, placed everywhere. He didn't know what the rules were. He had never seen such a rule in any other temple.

The Yanbei people, Shang Wenli and Hu Suer, did not dare to look around randomly, nor did they notice anything strange in the temple.

Behind the Dulong Temple is a huge mountain wall. The light is discernible, and there is no moss on it. It is forty or fifty feet high, even higher than the highest hall of the Dulong Temple. There is a faint trace on it, which seems to be winding. swim.

Taoist Xuanhe stood in front of the mountain wall and shouted: "Xuanhe is here to visit, please ask fellow Taoist to open the door."

There was a sudden surge of wind and clouds on the mountain wall, and a huge dragon head poked out.

Only then did Wang Chong and others realize that the mark on the mountain wall was actually a poisonous dragon. The body of this poisonous dragon was unknown. The head of the dragon that poked out was as big as a house. There were seven sharp branches on its head. It has sharp horns and strange membranes flaring under its cheeks. It is completely different from the dragon in the painting, and it is more ferocious and cruel.

This ferocious poisonous dragon seemed to be quite familiar with Taoist Xuanhe. He let out a dragon roar, like thunder from the sky, and shouted: "I have ordered the master to come. If Immortal Xuanhe arrives, you can go straight in without having to pass through!"

Amidst the roar of the poisonous dragon, the originally solid mountain wall turned into layers of clouds and mist, opening a passage.

Taoist Xuanhe said with a smile: "I have already sent the people here, so I won't go in and disturb your family."

The poisonous dragon nodded slightly, retracted its head, and disappeared into the mountain wall again.

Taoist Xuanhe stretched out his hand and said, "After here, you will reach the inner mountain gate of Dulong Temple. I won't let you in."

Taoist Xuanhe said something, turned his feet into a rainbow of light, passed through the temple, picked up his disciple, and flew away.

Wang Chong adjusted his mood and boldly walked into the passage among the clouds and mist.

Yan Beiren, Shang Wenli, and Hu Su'er all hurriedly followed him. As the group entered the passage, the clouds and mist suddenly retracted and turned into a stone wall again, as smooth as a mirror.

Wang Chong walked for three or four miles, but there was still no end in sight. He hesitated slightly when he saw a huge dragon head emerging. Just a pair of dragon eyes, it was almost bigger than other people.

Looking at it like this, even if Wang Chong was very courageous, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Yan Bei and Shang Wenli were okay. After all, they were from martial arts backgrounds, and they believed that this was Wang Chong's sect and that the poisonous dragon would not harm anyone.

However, Hu Su'er could not maintain her transformation and returned to a very smart little fox with snow-white fur and gurgling eyes, but she was trembling like chaff under the poisonous dragon.

Wang Chong sighed, picked up the little fox by the neck, and lifted her up. The little fox was held by the fur behind its neck by Wang Chong, so it simply huddled up and pretended to be dead.

Wang Chong picked up the little fox, slapped the poisonous dragon on his head, and continued to move forward proudly.

The Poison Dragon looked at it for a moment, then suddenly roared, and the heaven and earth seemed to shake. The clouds stirred up and disappeared into the clouds, no longer showing any trace.

Hu Su'er screamed and plunged into Wang Chong's arms, refusing to show her head again.

But this is no wonder the little fox, she is a monster, how can she not be afraid of a big monster like Poison Dragon?

This is the power of Heaven from top to bottom, where everything in heaven and earth restrains each other.

When this poisonous dragon appears in the wilderness, all beasts will be frightened, crouching together, not daring to move, and let it devour it.

A few people walked about thirty or forty miles, and then suddenly they saw a huge valley in front of them.

There is a black poisonous dragon crouching in the far east, coiled on the mountain wall, it is the one they saw just now.

Now that he saw the whole picture, whether he was Wang Chong or a native of Yanbei, Shang Wenli was amazed at how huge this poisonous dragon was.

Its body was coiled on the mountain wall, its eyes were open and closed, and it seemed that it was not interested in anything. It was just the overwhelming power of the dragon that made people afraid to approach.

In the remaining three directions, there are countless caves on the mountain walls, some of which seem to be inhabited by people. There are even people standing at the entrance of the cave, looking down, but the distance is too far, so it is difficult to see the true appearance of these people.

In the middle of the valley, there is a nine-story hall, each floor is more than ten feet high. The whole hall is towering, like a grand pass.

A young man in colorful clothes was standing guard in front of the main hall. When he saw a group of people, he came up to them and said with a smile: "But Tang Jingyu's great uncle!"

Wang Chong was slightly surprised and asked: "Who are you and why do you call me uncle?"

The young man in colorful clothes smiled and said: "My master is the ninth disciple of Patriarch Hongye. Naturally, I should call you my uncle."

Only then did Wang Chong feel relieved. He had heard from Master Qingyue that Patriarch Tieli had taught him the Three Friends, and that he had three disciples: Zen Master Hongye, Taoist Sunflower and Lingsu'er.

Among them, Zen Master Hongye had eight disciples, and Master Qingyue ranked seventh. However, he did not expect that Zen Master Hongye not only had disciples, but also disciples and even great disciples.