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Transmigrated into a martial arts world, Li Mo binds with an investment system that allows him to see the innate talent, destiny, and future of his investment targets.

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Chapter 345 Wanxiang Xianzong? You are so bold!

Sanshan Town.

This is a town located between three large mountains. Each mountain stretches for hundreds of miles and is several thousand feet high.

This town is rich in several specialties, all of which are valuable.

But if the people in the town want to get out, they need to go around the mountains, which is dangerous and long. Only with the blessing of Lord Wu Ling can they be safe.

At this time, in the temple.

The mayor and a group of elders were carefully looking at a fat priest dressed in gold and silver and dressed like a witch.

"Master Priest, winter is almost here. If we don't go out to exchange some supplies, many of our tribesmen will not survive this winter. What do you think..."

"Why rush? Just wait for Master Wu Ling to give his order."

"But the statue of Master Wu Ling hasn't been lit for a long time..."

The mayor was gloomy and anxious.

There is limited arable land in Sanshan Town and the sunshine is not good, so the food grown is simply not enough.

They could only survive by carrying valuable mountain products out of the mountains and exchanging them for food.

It has snowed now.

If we wait any longer, the snow will completely block the mountains and the town will be completely isolated from the outside world. We don't know how many of our people will starve to death or freeze to death.

"Without the protection of Master Wu Ling, you can try to get out of the mountain by yourself."

The priest ate the beef slowly, his mouth full of oil.

"That won't work."

The old mayor's face changed.

At least since he could remember, people from Sanshan Town were not allowed to go into the mountains alone.

The area between these three mountains is very strange, as if it could eat people.

Anyone who enters without permission will eventually get lost, unless they ask for help from Lord Wu Ling and receive protection from the mountain god, they will be safe.

There are many young people in the tribe who yearn for the outside world, and some even want to sneak away.

But without exception, there was no news at the end.

He knew what happened to those people in the end.

The old mayor was once a young man who yearned for the vast world. He also made an appointment with a few like-minded young people to go out together and try to find other ways of making a living for the townspeople.

Later, although they had made all the necessary preparations, they still got lost in the mountains.

The companions around me disappeared one by one.

He was the only one who was guided out because his family had given a valuable gift to the High Priest.

Five years later.

He went into the mountains again with the young men and saw several familiar corpses.

That was the young man who had tried to escape with him.

From then on, he had a deep respect for the authority of the mountain god.

Without the permission of Master Wu Ling, you are absolutely not allowed to leave the mountain!

This is the rule that everyone in Sanshan Town strictly abides by.

But now, the problem arises.

Master Wu Ling disappeared.

Without Lord Wu Ling, how would they face the man-eating mountain?

"You don't have to worry. God has already issued his will."

Seeing that the mayor and the elders were all very cautious, the fat priest felt that the time was right.

The fat priest is actually a demon summoner.

He was really afraid that these people would be so fearless that they would run out of the town.

After all, there are no disaster beasts now, and there is no thick fog in the mountains.

What if the townspeople find out that they can get out of the mountain without the help of the so-called "gods"?

Fortunately, over the years, no one dares to challenge the power of God...

"Master Wu Ling will be back soon. During this time, you must control your people well and never do anything that would disappoint the gods."

Fei Lian, who once absorbed the faith of Sanshan Town, is actually dead.

The hall master sent him a message, saying that a new 'mountain god' would be sent over soon.

"By the way, prepare another batch of sacrifices."

I heard that another sacrifice had to be prepared.

The mayor and the elders looked bitter.

.....

That afternoon.

The temple at the entrance of Sanshan Town had an altar set up and various offerings placed on display, which were collected by the mayor from door to door.

Around the altar, there were flags with a totem with a deer head and a bird body painted on it.

"Today, Master Wu Ling will soon be inspired by me and perform a miracle!"

The fat priest took a look at the offering and was very satisfied.

He received news that a new mountain god was coming soon.

The townspeople carried heavy baskets on their backs with hope in their eyes.

They only needed to wait for the gods' blessing, and then they could safely bypass the mountains and go out to bring hope to their people for the winter.

The fat priest's body was shaking with fat as he performed a strange sacrificial dance.

This totem can connect to nearby beings with ancestral blood.

But halfway through the dance, the villagers suddenly cheered excitedly.

"The cloud, the cloud is coming down!"

"Is the mountain god going to show up in person?"

"?"

A question mark appeared on the fat priest's head.

He performed the sacrificial dance purely to enhance the atmosphere, make it more ceremonial, and make the townspeople believe him more.

He hasn't started using the real method of summoning gods yet.

The atmosphere has not been set yet, so naturally there is no connection established with the witch spirit.

So what the hell is coming down here?

The fat priest looked closely.

A young man with deer antlers on his head, wearing a golden robe, and looking extraordinary, was carried by white clouds and landed in the center of the altar.

He was half-kneeling with his hands on the ground (for detailed posture, please refer to the Terminator's appearance), and slowly stood up with an expressionless face. He was truly a cold and aloof immortal god descending from the clouds.

Beside him was a hooded young man in golden clothes and a woman with shiny skin and electric arcs.

These two men were equally imposing and unfathomable, guarding the young man in the middle.

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