"Xihuang Mountain!"

Li Ming looked at the mountain through Wuliang Bowl.

The mountains are majestic and majestic.

It is worthy of being the recorded Xihuang Mountain.

Regarding the story of Xihuang Mountain, Li Ming remembered a mythical character, Zhu Rong.

Zhurong, the legendary Fire God, is the Fire Master of Yan Emperor.

Zhurong used fire to transform and was named Chidi, and later honored as the God of Fire, the God of Water and Fire, and the God of South China Sea. He invented the drilling of wood to make fire, created a market, and was named Xihuang.

Zhurong is the clan where the Western Emperor is located, and Zhurong is the Western Emperor.

Zhurong clan is an ancient clan.

Merge is a firefly, shining like stars, bright in the darkness.

Prayer is a sacrifice, a sacrifice to fire, a sacrifice to light, and a sacrifice to the Emperor of Heaven.

This is a record he saw in ancient books, and he didn't know whether it was true or false.

Now seeing this Xihuang Mountain, which is so big, I can't help but feel a little moved.

However, Li Ming guessed that Xihuang Mountain was far more terrifying than he had imagined. This mountain was on the Fengshui treasure land and could be called a Fengshui treasure cave, which may hide the secrets of immortals and gods.

In the picture.

Wu Xiao, Zuo Xiang, the old man and Ersha stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up at the majesty and tallness of the mountain.

The old man led the way in front, and there was a stone staircase.

"I can only take you halfway up the mountain, and you can only walk the rest of the road by yourself."

As the guardian of Xihuang Mountain, Nancun usually worships halfway up the mountain.

They must not walk to the top of the mountain, that is disrespectful to Xihuang Mountain.

After going all the time, the old man had good feet, his face was not red, he was not angry, and he was full of energy.

Walk halfway up the mountain.

The old man knelt down and said, "Ersha and I are here to guard it, please let the young master take care of himself."

"You guys come up too."

Wu Xiao felt that as guardians, they must have known more about the culture of this mountain than they did.

If they were there.

Maybe you can find the information you want faster.

"inappropriate."

The old man said.

As guardians, they never dared to overthrow the above, and they were not worthy of being respected.

"Get up." Wu Xiao said.

But the old man still knelt on the ground and didn't even dare to raise his head.

She motioned for the left prime minister.

The left prime minister pulled him up, and the old man was really too polite.

In the end, he had lost a lot of verbal skills and led the way.

The stone steps go straight to the top of the mountain.

The more you go forward, the more misty clouds and mists there will be, just like a mythical fairyland.

About half an hour.

They reached the top of the mountain, which was shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, as if bordering the heaven and earth.

"Grandpa, it seems that many people have died in it."

Ersha was full of horror. He vaguely saw the murderous slaughter inside, and I don’t know how many people died.

The old man slapped him on the head and said, "What are you saying? This is a sacred mountain, a holy mountain. Our Nancun has protected the mountain for a lifetime. If you talk nonsense, I will slap you to death."

Ersha stopped talking, just lowered her head.

There is always a feeling of uneasiness.

"Let's go ahead and take a look."

Zuo Xiang held Wu Xiao's hand, and she felt that there was a palace in the clouds in front of her, but she was not really looking at it and was very vague.

I plan to go in and have some check it out.

The two girls walked forward, and the old man dragged Ersha and walked inside.

Sudden.

"Dangdangdang..."

A huge bell sound came from the clouds and mist, and the bell sounded deafening.

Soon, gods and Buddhas were reflected in the clouds and mists in the sky. The gods and Buddhas from ancient times walked in the clouds and mists. There was also a dancing fairy in the central palace.

The fairy was dancing gracefully, with a faint cloud and mist, like watching flowers in the fog and the moon in the water, hazy and unreal.

I can't see her face clearly.

Li Ming knew that this woman should be dancing Jinghongwu.

I remember one time, Yang Yuhuan fell into Yunmeng Sect and left after a few days and nights.

The dragon pattern wooden card rewards a useless dance, that is, Jinghong Dance.

The stunning dance is as graceful as the storm, as graceful as the dragon, and the beautiful dance moves slowly.

Girls look better when they jump.

Li Ming slowly admired her until the end of the dance, and Li Ming did not see her appearance clearly.

But knowing that she had finished her dance, a little white rabbit poked her head out of her arms.

"White Rabbit, is it Chang'e?"

In Li Ming's impression, only Chang'e from Guanghan Palace was with him.

I don’t know if it’s Chang’e?

Unable to confirm that she has left.

There are many characters in the central palace, many of which cannot be recognized. The picture is too blurry and there are too few features on the body, making it difficult to distinguish.

However, there are a few Buddhas who are very conspicuous.

But he could not recognize the Buddha at the exact time.

There was a woman sitting at the top of the central palace, and she couldn't see her appearance clearly, as if she was deliberately not letting her see it.

"What are they doing?" Li Ming looked at them, and a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, "Is it the hostess of the Western Emperor's celebration?"

"Can you see them?" Wu Xiao looked at the left prince beside him.

The left general shook his head, the clouds and mist blocked them too heavily.

They used their spiritual sense, but they still couldn't see clearly and were confused.

As I watched, the picture finally dissipated and the bell stopped.

The two women held hands and entered the clouds.

Li Ming also followed their sight and kept watching.

There is indeed a palace in the clouds and mist, but the palace has long been dilapidated, as if it had experienced a great war.

In the end, Li Ming saw a similar description of the bronze door and the red jade crystal coffin in the palace where Pobai was.

I also saw the annual calendar recording the celebration of the Western Emperor.

The focus of the Western Emperor celebration was on the theory of the Tao of Gods and Immortals.

According to the description of the mural.

This is not the first time the Western Emperor Celebration is held. Every time it is held, all kinds of gods will be invited.

However, the last Western Emperor celebration was not successfully held.

The last time recorded was around 47304000 of the Emperor's Calendar. This time, the Western Emperor celebration was not held smoothly because something unexpected happened.

As for the accident, it was not mentioned above.

But something terrifying must have happened at that time, resulting in no time to record what happened this time.

Perhaps that's the case.

This is a story that once disappeared, and no one knows what happened.
To be continued...