"Praise to the mother of mountains, the virtuous and immortal person of the earth..."

"I just said, how could this rabbit not cause trouble?"

But according to Jiang Ge's estimate, this information may not even amount to one ten millionth.

In the inheritance of herb collectors, the mountains have their own consciousness, but at most it can only be regarded as a subconscious.

It is the mountains shouting and communicating through the sound of the wind.

And what Jiang Ge is doing now, in layman's terms, is to rely on the secrets of herb collectors.

Thank you very much, good brother!

The young man looked into the distance and said with some hesitation: "Teacher, the rabbit seems to have really done nothing tonight. Do you think we made a mistake? Should we go to the Hundred Soldiers Tomb again? I think it is a waste of time.

It’s not good, it’s better to use it for sleeping.”

A trace of black energy emanated from the ruined temple.

"What a normal ghost!"

We are half-brothers.

It doesn't increase his speed much.

It condenses into a big black hand, carrying unparalleled power.

The old man stroked his beard and said, "Being chased by something? This is normal. When we see him, there are only a few times when he is not chased..."

Suddenly, the old man realized something was wrong, "Didn't this rabbit go to the Whispering Mountains? With such a big movement, could it be that the mountains are chasing him?"

"I don't know, I can't see."

The young man swallowed hard, "I saw behind him, and for no reason, there was a footprint bigger than our latrine!"
Chapter completed!