Night falls, as if to herald the coming heavy rain. People can't see the moon, they can't see the stars, the stars used to be bright, and there was no light in the very bright night sky.

"It's going to rain!" Tang Ling, who was standing in the bamboo house, looked at the windy weather outside, turned his head to Zhou Bo and said, and the oil lamp on the table lit up. Immediately, the originally dim room became brighter. At this moment, there was a loud bang between heaven and earth, and then a fierce lightning swept across the sky. In the distance, thunder began to be heard, and white lightning was not to be outdone, as if it was about to tear the sky into several pieces. And after a short prelude, the raindrops the size of beans began to fall in a colorful way, hitting the ground and crackling. Later, it poured down.

This rainstorm came extremely quickly, and it was only a moment from the time Tang Ling's words were finished to the time it fell. Looking at the confusion between heaven and earth outside the room, Zhou Bo smiled bitterly: "This rain, it's falling a little too fast, right?"

Zhou Bo and Tang Ling are not from the south, so they instinctively have a little psychological rejection for rainy days in the south. And Quanzhou City is close to the sea. In this extreme spring and summer, the rainy season is frequent, which will more or less bring some trouble to Zhou Bo and others who don't have much contact with rainy days all year round.

Actually, but it's nothing to say it's raining. However, in this already dark night, the rain was heavy. Just by glancing, you can see the world like a curtain of water. At this time, it is already a little impossible to let Tang Ling go back.

Tang Ling has been living with Xiao Nan'er and Nalan Qingyan on the Helian family's side for a while, and there is still a distance from the boundary of the Dawn Gate. At this time, the heavens and the earth poured torrentially. Even if you have an umbrella, you may get wet. Looking at the sky, Zhou Bo sighed, and looked at Tang Ling, who was sitting indifferently on the side, with a wry smile: "Miss Tang, why don't I find a way to arrange a room for you?"

"Well, oh, no, no!" Tang Ling was stunned as if he was thinking about something. Hearing Zhou Bo's words, it took a long time to react, and he shook his head again and again: "I'll go back when the rain stops in a while, Brother Zhou Bo, you don't have to care!"

Although he said that, Zhou Bo couldn't plan to do so. It doesn't matter to him, but this lonely man and widow being alone in a room late at night will have some impact on Tang Ling to a greater or lesser extent. Even if the children of the rivers and lakes are informal, the cultivators are pure-hearted and have few desires. However, Zhou Bo still has to take into account the woman's reputation. Anyway, in the past few days, several women in his house have been shuttling back and forth, which has attracted attention.

Tang Ling sat on a chair in a corner of the room, lowered his head, and remained motionless, as if something was difficult to decide. Zhou Bo stood up and came to Tang Ling's side, just as he was about to speak. Suddenly, I heard a strong wind outside the window, followed by a muffled thunderclap. made both of them inadvertently startled. Especially Tang Ling, he didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, and when he heard the sudden thunder, he made an "ah" sound, and hugged Zhou Bo who had already walked to his side with his backhand. At this moment, the two of them were shocked all over their bodies, as if they were stupid, they looked at each other, but no one spoke. Between heaven and earth, lightning and thunder roared. In the bamboo house, the two didn't say a word, just looked at each other. Tang Ling stared at the pair of big, as if they could speak. Although he didn't say a word, the words in it were all spoken through his eyes.

A pair of delicate arms gently wrapped around Zhou Bo's waist. Feeling the pressure that came and went at that time, Zhou Bo's eyes fell on the pair of crystal jade earlobes. On that, a pair of blue studs as bright as stars made Zhou Bo particularly familiar. It's nothing else, it's that day in Xishu City, Zhou Bo thinks it's a pair of earrings that are very suitable for Tang Ling.

At this moment, Zhou Bo somewhat understood the voice of the woman in front of him. However, in his heart, there was another feeling that made him always have an indescribable eccentricity. At this moment, a sudden gust of wind blew open the window and swept in. The candles in the room were extinguished in an instant by the strong wind.

"Be careful!" put his arm around Tang Ling, and Zhou Bo's body instantly blocked in front of Tang Ling. When the window was opened just now, Zhou Bo's eyes clearly saw a figure flying in. In the darkness, the figure had just stood still, and Zhou Bo's body was turning. The Jingyun Sword on the table quickly reached in his hand and rushed directly towards the figure.

The sound of drawing the sword resounded in the dark room. The figure didn't seem to expect Zhou Bo's speed to be so fast, and hurriedly dodged, and at the same time, a blood-red whip shadow in his hand was drawn out of the air.

Seeing that man make a move, Zhou Bo no longer hid anything. The white light of Jingyun Sword flashed, and it quickly came out of its sheath, and it slashed directly with the whip shadow. The waves of air overlapped, and the bodies of both of them trembled. But at the same time, as if they both saw each other, they quickly returned their hands and stopped moving.

Before the figure could say anything, a crisp shout came through the rain: "What people!" Then, a light quickly turned on. Zhou Bo followed the prestige, and saw Shu Xuening, who was dressed in white, holding an umbrella in one hand and a lamp in the other, obviously seeing the situation in his room. When the figure saw Shu Xuening, he didn't delay anymore, but flew out of the window directly, and instantly rushed into the rain.

"Take care of her!" Zhou Bo's body speed was also extremely fast, and he chased him out directly along the window. At the same time, after dropping a sentence to Shu Xuening, who had just arrived, the whole person also completely escaped into the rain.

Between heaven and earth, there is a vast white expanse. The entire city of Quanzhou was shrouded in this heavy rain at this time. No one would notice that at this moment, at the height of Quanzhou City, two figures were chasing one after the other. Flying through the air, the speed is extremely fast.

The rain did not recede at all, lightning and thunder roared, and Zhou Bo's fat body roared wildly! The cold rain flowed down from his wet hair. "Boom!", a huge thunder seemed to crack the night sky, shaking Zhou Bo's ears with a faint pain. I don't know how long it took, but the two figures had already flown out of Quanzhou City and flew to the blue sea that was black and oppressive at a glance. It wasn't until it reached the sky above a small island that the figure in front of it stopped. A slight turn, falling down.

That small island is no stranger to Zhou Bo. Looking at the huge black stone arena in the center of the island, Zhou Bo smiled bitterly: "I really know how to choose a place, this place, not many people will pay attention to it!"

It slowly fell in the rain, and there were still some simple houses such as some tents that had been temporarily built a few days ago. Looking at the black figure standing up under one of the tents, Zhou Bo also entered the tent, and said with a wry smile: "I didn't expect you to find it there!"

The red-clothed Shura, who was standing opposite, shook his head and said lightly: "I don't want to either, but there are some things that I don't want to do!"

"Are you for the thousand-year-old Lingzhi grass?" Hearing Shura's words, Zhou Bo clearly knew what the other party wanted. As he spoke, he pressed his finger on his Qiankun bag. The thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum grass that Yi Ruo sent two days ago was placed there.

"Yes, no! I will go to find that Yi Ruo to ask for the thousand-year-old Lingzhi grass, and today I came to find you on a special trip!" Shura's tone was indifferent, and the golden mask was really weird and fearful under the lightning in the night sky.

"Looking for Yi Ruo, I've already got his Ganoderma lucidum grass. Not only the Ganoderma lucidum grass, but also this pure ice lotus, I also got it for you!" Zhou Bo said, his palm swiped quickly on the Qiankun bag on his waist, and then two beautifully made boxes appeared in Zhou Bo's hands. Handing it to Shura: "Take it back, I hope it can help Rakshasa a little!"

"Thank you!" After a long silence, Shura reached out and took the two boxes. Then, a little awkwardly, he spit out these two words. Hearing Shura say thank you, Zhou Bo was a little amused. Perhaps, it would be easy to let this masked man in front of him kill someone. However, to say thank you, it was a bit difficult for them. Which of these famous figures in the Demon Dao will say thank you?

"You said you came to me this time?" Hearing what Shura said just now, Zhou Bo asked, "Is there anything to find me?"

"This time, don't go!" Shura said: "This time the sea market, there will be danger!"

"Dangerous?" Zhou Bo muttered and repeated, then his eyes lit up, and he took a sharp step forward, approaching Shura: "You mean that people in the Demon Dao will take action against Haishi?"

Although he didn't know much about what the sea market was, after listening to Jin Yan Zhenren say so much that day, Zhou Bo also had a little understanding of the sea market in his heart. The things in there should have some magic weapons or exercises. Otherwise, the Righteous Path sects would not hold a martial arts tournament every twenty years, select sixteen disciples, and join forces to enter the sea market. And Shura, as a member of the Rakshasa Gate, will more or less always come into contact with some news of the actions of the Demon Dao. What's more, the latter's identity is not ordinary. Therefore, since he said that the sea market is in danger. Then there is a possibility, the people in the demon path want to do something to the sea market!

"That's right!" Shura didn't hide it, and admitted very happily: "This time, your righteous path actions are too big, and they have already attracted the attention of all the holy path sects. Moreover, I heard that they went out this time for a treasure in the sea market. This time, it's not just our southern Xinjiang factions that have taken action. I heard from the young lady that those people in the northern mountains are also dispatched!"

Hearing Shura's words, Zhou Bo's eyes widened suddenly, and his tone became surprised: "The people of the Northern Mountains, dispatched?"

"The North Mountains?"

Hearing this, Zhou Bo's heart moved, and his expression became solemn. Don't say that Zhou Bo's knowledge and cultivation are far better than before, even if he was a young man who had never gone down to Purple Star Peak, he was no stranger to the names of the North Mountains.

Now that the power of the Demon Dao above Shenzhou, Zhou Bo naturally has some understanding. The southern frontier is far away, and there are many demonic sects, and many young righteous disciples know that most of the demonic forces are gathered in southern Xinjiang. However, this is only a superficial phenomenon. If you change to the elders at the level of teachers and commanders in those sects, there are still some well-informed people, they all know that the distribution of real demonic forces is far from the case.

Throughout the ages, it has been said that the magic is one foot high, and the road is one foot high. However, no one dared to believe this sentence when the demonic forces were rampant more than twenty years ago. Even if it was the Dawn Gate and the Immortal Sword Palace at that time, they didn't dare to fight against the Demon Dao easily. At that time, the time when the Far North Snow Palace was in charge of the various factions of the Demon Dao could really be regarded as the dark days of the righteous path. Countless large and small sects were slaughtered, and almost all areas above the vast land of Shenzhou were captured by the Demon Dao heroes. And the name of the North Mountains was also called at that time.

It is said that the world is big, there are no wonders, and at the beginning of heaven and earth, all things are very wise. Man has words, and beasts have beast words. The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the aura is endless. Only then can all things be nurtured, and the spirit becomes essence. And because of this aura, many beasts and birds are also able to cultivate on their own, and then have sanity and speech. Among them, there are many kinds of wisdom, many of whom are nourished by aura, and those who have attained the Tao can cultivate into demons. Even, step by step, cultivating into a superb demon, not only can transform into a human form, but also a natural master. Even if you are facing a master of the right path, you are not afraid!

And the place where beasts, birds, and demons in the world gather is the northern mountain range in the extreme north. It is snowy, the weather is cold, and there are more nights than days in Chinese New Year's Eve. Moreover, the yin qi is extremely heavy, and many cultivators, when they get there, the true qi spiritual power in their bodies will be drastically depleted. Not far from the northern mountains, there is the legendary terrifying Arctic Snow Desert. And the Snow Palace, which was once the world's most powerful, was in its depths. Therefore, to this day, no one dares to set foot in the northern mountain range, which also gives the demon beasts of the world a place to recuperate and shelter with peace of mind.

Twenty years ago, the demons of the northern mountains only listened to the name of the Snow Palace, and were willing to drive it, and fought in all directions, conquering countless battles, and made great contributions to the rise of the Demon Dao that year. It wasn't until later, when Ling Zheng disappeared, that he returned to the northern mountains on his own. Otherwise, with the help of these demon cultivators who were not bad at cultivation back then, I am afraid that the battle between the righteous and the demons, even if it was because of Ling Zheng's death and the retreat of the Snow Palace, it might not be easy to win. What's more, it is still unknown who will kill the deer.

Nowadays, everyone in the world knows the various factions of the Southern Xinjiang Demon Dao. However, Zhou Bo, who has heard a lot about the deeds of the Demon Dao since he was a child, knows it. The so-called North Mountains are extremely famous. And the number of masters and cultivation during this period are not inferior to the dense forests of southern Xinjiang, and there are even some victories.

The vast land area of Shenzhou is vast, with various hidden forces and countless wealthy families. And at present, those on the bright side, the Dawn Gate, the Immortal Sword Palace, the Xuanye Zhai Southern Three Sword Sects, and the Southern Xinjiang Demon Dao factions, cannot completely summarize the forces in Shenzhou. And although the northern mountains have not been seen moving around in Shenzhou for so many years, their power is not to be underestimated by anyone.

Hearing that the northern mountains might make a move, this is what shocked Zhou Bo a lot. In any case, in the past twenty years, although the righteous path and the Southern Xinjiang Demon Dao have also had a few slightly larger battles. But the strength of the two sides is almost completely transparent, the Demon Sect on the side of the Southern Frontier Demon Dao takes the lead, the Rakshasa Gate Ghost Ticket Hall follows, and then some are some small Demon Dao gangs. And the number of masters among them and the power of the dispatch, the righteous path side is well known.

And the right way to face the battle is also very formulaic. The Southern Three Sword Sect was the main countervailing force, and next was the Dawn Gate, the Immortal Sword Palace, and the Garan Temple, each of which sent two hundred disciples. The rest of the smaller sects, such as Qingcheng, Tianshan and other powerful sects, all dispatched between fifty and one hundred disciples. The various factions fused together and fought with the southern Xinjiang area as the boundary. It can be said that every battle between the righteous and the devil is almost anticlimactic, and there are a lot of manpower mobilizations, but there is not much progress. Anyway, almost none of the masters have died, and the ones who died were all outer disciples. It's as if this has become a habit, and no one feels out of place.