Chapter 928 Dojo, Where All the Practitioners Gather

Li Changxiao asked where "He Long" was. Liu Feng was both happy and surprised, and asked Li Changxiao in return, did he also want to worship He Long as his master? Thinking of this, he actually called him "Junior Brother".

Liu Feng told Li Changxiao that He Long usually lived in "Panhuan Mountain". Li Changxiao immediately said that as for the master-disciple gathering between Liu Feng and Heshou Elder, he was not interested in participating.

Panhuan Mountain is quite famous in Fuyao World. Although it is not among the "Top Ten Immortal Mountains". It has its own style of an immortal mountain. After the spiritual energy was exhausted, Li Changxiao traveled around the world and had been to this mountain.

At this moment, if he wanted to find someone, he would naturally be familiar with the road. He stepped on the flying sword and flew into the air. When he looked down at the earth, he couldn't help feeling sad. Although the green waters and green mountains were still there, every time he flew over the human town, he would always smell a foul smell. The town was in chaos.

Li Changxiao flew with his sword at an extremely fast speed, even faster than chasing the stars and the moon. After two days of slow flying, he saw a mountain peak passing through the clouds, towering. Inside, there were dense green plants, clusters of flowers, and occasional cranes calling.

It was really a beautiful scene. Although the word "fairy mountain" has the word "fairy", it is often associated with the word "danger". There is no fairy without danger. There must be dangers hidden in the fairy mountain. This Panhuan Mountain is no exception.

From a distance, Panhuan Mountain has beautiful scenery. But once you enter the mountain, the dense trees and tall vegetation block the sunlight. It rains all year round and the cold air gathers. It is clearly summer according to the season, but the mountain is freezing.

Secondly, the rotten dead grass is piled up very thick. One step down is enough to cover the knees. Naturally, it is difficult to move. Not to mention that there are countless poisonous insects and beasts hidden in the dead branches and leaves. Just a bite and your life will be gone.

Panhuan Mountain has a special terrain. There used to be a stone tripod on the top of the mountain. The stone tripod was formed naturally, without any artificial carving. The body was cast by the mountain stone, and the spirit was shaped by the mountain wind. The sun and the moon gave it essence, and the heaven and earth gave it luck.

It was really a wonder at that time. The mountain tripod stood, and the cultivation of all those who entered the mountain was suppressed. They could only climb up like ordinary people. In addition, there were many poisonous creatures in the mountain. Every year, many cultivators died in Panhuan Mountain.

When Li Changxiao flew into the sky just now, he saw that the mountain tripod was still there. However, the terrain has changed and the wind direction has changed over the years. The mountain tripod no longer has the brilliance. It is constantly blown and scraped by the wind, and the shape of the tripod is difficult to maintain. It needs to be carefully identified to vaguely remember the long-term appearance of this mountain tripod.

But the power to suppress cultivation still remains. It just can no longer suppress Li Changxiao's cultivation. At the peak of this mountain tripod, the cultivation of the refining cultivator can be completely suppressed to that of a mortal. But if they encounter a combined cultivator, they can only suppress 40% to 50%.

Now that one is growing while the other is declining, even Li Changxiao's 10% cultivation is difficult to suppress. The effect is almost nothing for Li Changxiao. There is really no need to worry about it.

Li Changxiao went deep into the forest, and his clothes were wet after only walking more than ten miles. There is a lot of mist in this mountain, and there is miasma. This miasma is extremely poisonous, and cultivators will not get any benefit if they are infected. As a result, the exploration of Panhuan Mountain has been very limited for tens of millions of years. There are still many mysteries hidden in it.

Li Changxiao thought in his heart that He Long must have some ability to live in this mountain for a long time. His Taoism is far superior to that of the old man who combined hands, and he couldn't help but wonder where the Taoist temple is. He also speculated that in such a world, those who are capable of opening a Taoist temple are definitely not ordinary people. If they find the location of the Taoist temple, they have almost found Li Xundao.

He originally thought that he would need to go through several springboards before he could get in touch with clues about Li Xundao. Now the harvest is much faster than expected.

It is not difficult to say, nor is it coincidental. Not long after, He Long was found. This is a skinny old man who lives alone in the mountains and studies Taoism.

Patients with longevity have complicated and numb thoughts, and it is not easy to use dreams to spy on their thoughts. But after a conversation, He Long really revealed useful clues.

It turned out that He Long was not qualified to enter the Taoist temple to listen to people's preaching. He was a Taoist boy worshipped by a big man by chance. He had the opportunity to listen to people's preaching because of following the big man.

The big man died of old age a few years ago. He Long sought a job to help guard the Taoist temple. Every month, big men from all sides would gather in the mountains and rush to the Taoist temple to listen to people's preaching.

Otherwise, He Long would be bored and guard this dangerous mountain day and night. What He Long told Liu Feng was not entirely true. For the sake of reputation and to convince He Long, he deliberately lied. But it was true that he was deeply involved with the Taoist temple.

In this way, knowing that the temple was in Panhuan Mountain saved a lot of effort. Li Changxiao wanted to find it immediately. He Long said, "No! No! You can't find it! The Taoist temple can only be known when it is time to preach."

Li Changxiao thought to himself that since he had found this place, there was no need to rush. So he waited in Panhuan Mountain. More than ten days later, people came to Panhuan Mountain one after another. As a Taoist child, He Long naturally needed to wait in the corner of the mountain to greet them.

At this look. Li Changxiao was surprised. Those who rushed to Panhuan Mountain were all extraordinary. Those with low cultivation had once practiced in the void. Those with high cultivation had even entered the fusion stage. These people were all masters who had once hidden from the world. They were never seen in the sea of ​​​​thousand immortals and the overthrow of the prehistoric world. At this moment, they gathered together just to participate in a sermon.

It was clear at a glance who was the preacher. As the dojo had not yet opened, Li Changxiao calmed down and waited at ease. After another four or five days, about twenty people came to Panhuan Mountain.

Among these twenty people, there were former sect leaders, sword cultivators on the Sword Intent List, and powerful people who were famous all over the world. But they were all infected with the disease, and they became strange and unpredictable.

There is a wooden house in Panhuan Mountain. This group of more than 20 people was not here for the first time. They were arranged to stay in the wooden house. It was around midnight that night. The moon was as bright as a garden basin in the sky and the weather was just right.

Because the mountain stream was damp and cold, everyone in the mountain had put on their coats and went to sleep. Suddenly, a bell sounded, and the sound of "clang" spread quickly in the mountain.

He Long shouted: "The temple is open! Gentlemen, go quickly, don't let the host wait anxiously."

Everyone woke up immediately. One by one, they opened the door and walked along the mountain path.