(Hello Huang Agou, I still use the name of this chapter, originally this chapter wanted to be called: Let's listen to the cat bark together...... There was a sound of firecrackers outside the window, reminding me that I was going to celebrate the New Year, ah, I was going to have a holiday, it was so comfortable, and I was looking forward to it. ）

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Three hundred and thirty years ago, there was a war between the strong between the Terran cultivators and the high-level creatures of the Snow Country in the Lanling Snow Field.

Since then, there has been no real war in the cultivation world.

The battles between those sects and the battles between good and evil can only be regarded as battles, and the scale and intensity of the Battle of Yuntai are far from enough.

But there will inevitably be a real war between the Qingshan Sect and the Xihai Sword Sect.

Since it is a war, it is natural to make perfect preparations and pre-war analysis.

If the Xihai Sword Sect is handsome with the sword god as the commander, the real killing is still Nan Tending.

In fact, the Qingshan Sect had been studying this first sword escaper for many years.

On the basis of hundreds of years of research, they tried to determine the way to close the aura in the south and avoid the Qingshan Great Array.

The giant friend of Ijiu had come into contact with the fog on Kirishima Island in the South China Sea, and confirmed that the fog was a natural curiosity on the island, and it would gradually dissipate if it was too far away from the island.

Therefore, this is definitely not the method used by Nanchao.

Through extremely complex and careful deduction and calculation of Nan Chao's origin, previous exercises, and temperament and wisdom, Shi Yue Feng exhausted the two elders, and the Qingshan Sect finally came to a conclusion with a reliability rate of more than ninety percent - Nan Zhao used the mountain god soul restraint Dafa of the barbarian tribe to refine himself into a living corpse.

The living corpse has no life, so it can avoid the search of the Qingshan Great Array.

When the need comes, Nan Chao will wake up and unleash a deadly sword at Liu Ci or Yuan Riding Whale at the most critical moment, before the Qingshan Great Array is activated.

Nan Forget was born in the Nanban tribe and was familiar with these witchcraft, so Liu Ci suggested that Jing Jiu take her with him.

She was a little displeased, and shouted in a low voice: "Since you know that he is in the coffin, why don't you check from this clue?"

Jing Jiu said: "There are too many coffins, and it is impossible to find out at all. ”

Nan Forget was stunned, not understanding how there could be so many cars carrying coffins, could it be that many people died every day?

Jing Jiu looked at her expression and sighed in his heart.

He and Liu Ci were like this at the beginning, and they didn't understand why so many people died every day.

It wasn't until the Roller Shutter sent the data that they learned that on average, more than 10 million people would die in the Chaotian Continent every year, and the area they wanted to check was more than three million. This means that 10,000 coffins are opened and closed every day in the places they are looking for.

Actually, this is common sense, but the life span of a practitioner is too long, and he can't think of this at all.

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Nan Forget and Jing Jiu left Lushan and headed west, coming to the big mountain hundreds of miles away from Yizhou.

At this time, it was already summer, and the mountains were not cool, but even hotter, and there was no spiritual vein, no wonder people were so sparsely populated.

The senior monk of Baotong Monastery took out the extremely precious red cabbage moss that has been preserved from spring to the present to entertain the two distinguished guests, but there were no clues.

When he left the Zen monastery, Jing Jiu went around to the vegetable garden to take a look, but he didn't find anything.

The white cat squatted on his shoulder and suddenly meowed into the northeast sky.

Without hesitation, Nan forgot took his sword and flew towards it.

Jing Jiu followed suit, but he had a very bad premonition.

Traveling with a white cat, not for safety, but for smell, the whole green mountain said that the nose is good, except for the corpse dog.

In the mountains, which are full of miasma and wild trees, but still feel desolate, there are no roads and no people.

The white cat squatted on his shoulder, sniffing with his head up, meowing softly from time to time.

Jing Jiu and Nan forgot to listen to the cat's meow, constantly changing directions, and gradually went deeper into the mountain.

As twilight came, the white cat yawned, shook his head, tried to sober himself up, and then meowed, reminding them that they should still be ahead.

Nan Forget felt that its current tiger head and tiger brain were much cuter than the fierce and vicious appearance before, and reached out to touch its head.

Where would the white cat let her hand fall on herself, opened the small mouth of the blood bowl, revealing her small fangs sharper than the flying sword, and let out a low roar, and she was about to bite down.

At this moment, its expression suddenly changed, and it climbed off Jing Jiu's shoulder at an extremely fast speed, burrowed into his sleeve, and refused to come out again.

Nan Forget looked at Jing Jiu's slightly trembling sleeves and was silent.

Jing Jiu looked at the mountains in front of him, his expression extremely solemn.

Got it.

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Deep in the mountains, there is an old road buried by wild grass.

At the end of the old road there is a small dilapidated temple with a lantern hanging in front of the temple.

There is a black coffin in the ruined temple.

A young girl came out of the temple, dressed in a short skirt and adorned with silver bells, but she walked without making a sound.

The girl lit the lantern outside the temple, and the red light illuminated the ruined temple, just as night came.

On a cliff more than ten miles away, Jing Jiu retracted his gaze and looked south.

The girl was very similar to Nan Wang.

"At the beginning, in order to clean up the influence of the descendants of the south, I let the clan kill a lot of people, but I still escaped a few. ”

Nan Forget looked at the girl who walked back to the temple, and said with a blank face: "She should be called Nanzheng." ”

After saying this, she found a wine jug out of nowhere and began to drink.

Drinking is not because I feel emotional when I see Nanzheng, but because I am afraid.

Nanqi should be lying in that black coffin.

She is the Qingrong Peak Lord of the Qingshan Sect, the true powerhouse of the Sea Breaking Realm, but what is it in the eyes of the other party?

Jing Jiu looked at her and said, "You should drink less wine and practice more swords." ”

Nan Wang's talent and comprehension are very good, if he is willing to spend more time on cultivation, drinking, singing, sad spring, and sad autumn, I am afraid that he has already cultivated to the peak of the Breaking Sea Realm.

Back then, he and Liu Ci both thought that Nan Wang was the most likely candidate to pass through the sky after Fang Jingtian, but now she has been crossed by Guangyuan Zhenren, which is of course a pity in his opinion.

Nan Forget thought to himself, could this guy be frightened and confused by the black coffin, how dare he speak to himself in such a tone.

Jing Jiu was also a little surprised, she didn't ask herself if she wanted to die, guessed that she was very nervous at this time, pointed to the ruined temple in the distance and said, "Who is the idol in the temple?"

This ruined temple is obviously the system of the temple of the Nanban tribe, but the statue in the temple is not the appearance of Nanwang, it is obviously much taller, and the paint on the face has long been mottled and peeled off, but it still gives people a cold and murderous feeling.

Nan Forget said: "It should be Nan Chao himself." ”

Eight hundred years ago, Nan Chao was the true god of the Nanban tribe, and his realm and identity were also worthy of it.

It's just that as he was forced into Kirishima by the Aoyama Sword Formation, time passed, and he had long been forgotten by the vast majority of the tribesmen.

This ruined temple is most likely his last.

Thinking of this possibility, Nan Forget raised the flask again and took a long sip of wine.

Jing Jiu felt the trembling in his sleeve, knowing that Ah Da was still afraid, he touched it through his clothes to show comfort, and then said to Nan Wang: "Don't be afraid, there is me." ”

"You're not your master, what kind of. ”

Nan forgot to wipe the wine from the corner of his lips, and said expressionlessly: "Keep this place safe, I'll go and inform the master." ”

Jing Jiu said I'll come, and sat down cross-legged.

Frightened by something, the white cat slipped out of his sleeve, climbed up his shoulder, and stretched out its claws to hug his neck.

The sleeves of his clothes moved without wind, and a sword bracelet fell off from Jing Jiu's wrist, which was dissolved by the wind, turned back into the body of the Futh sword, turned into a line of blood, and disappeared into the last twilight.

Nan Forget looked at the blood line that was gradually disappearing, and felt so strange.

At the Sword Trial Conference that year, she and the rest of the Zhufeng elders saw Jing Jiu's innate formless sword body with their own eyes, and determined that this was an unborn kendo wizard.

But how old is this guy, and he has only been cultivating swords for a few years, how can he be able to swim with swords? And isn't the Fu Si Sword the sword left by Jingyang to Zhao Layue? Why can you use it too?

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The night shrouded the wild mountains and ruined temples, and the red lanterns became more and more eye-catching.

The black coffin just lay quietly in the temple like that, giving people a strange and terrifying feeling.

Between the cliffs more than ten miles away, Nan Wang and the white cat stared at the ruined temple, and they never looked away.

They stood and lay down, blending in with the autumn trees and grass around them.

It took a long time for the night to pass.

The morning glow reflects the red sky.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes.

The sword tour has ended, but the sword has not returned.

Nan forgot knew very well how fast the Flu Sword was, and he couldn't figure it out at all.

Knowing that Nan Chao is here, the Qingshan Sect should attack with all its might, why didn't even send some news back?

Jing Jiu got up and looked at the ruined temple in the morning light, and said, "I told them that Nan Trend was here, but I didn't let them come. ”

Nan Chao did use the mountain god to detain the soul Dafa and turned himself into a dead corpse in a coffin, but it was definitely not like this.

The dead body in the black coffin didn't have any breath, it looked like a real corpse, but Jing Jiu always felt that there was something missing from that corpse.

The somewhat eerie red lantern made him think of a possibility.

Red lanterns are used to summon spirits.

The soul of Nan Chao is gone?

The soul of the authentic cultivator of the Xuanmen sect is the Yuan Infant, and the soul of the sword cultivator is the sword spirit, and the current Chaotian Continent is more accustomed to calling it the sword ghost.

This habit is derived from the ghost kendo of the south.

The dead body in the black coffin has no soul, which means that the sword ghost of Nan Chao is not there.

In other words, other cultivators will definitely think that if the sword ghost is not there, it is really death, even if that person is southern.

But Jing Jiu knows that in some special cases, the sword ghost can survive alone.

He believed that an old guy like Nan Chao would definitely shake the whole world if he really died, and he would definitely not be so quiet.

The sword ghost of Nan Chao must still be alive, but he doesn't know where he went.

Jing Jiu didn't let Liu Ci and Yuan ride the whale over, because he was worried that the sword ghost of the south would go to the West Sea.

If that's the case, Aoyama must throw all his strength into the West Sea before it can be unexpected.

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Nan forgot why Senior Brother in Charge and Brother Sword Lawyer listened to Jing Jiu's opinion.

What if Nan Chao wakes up from his coffin?

She looked at the ruined temple and was silent, her face a little pale.

Lord White Ghost is a great thing in the Qingshan Town and the Beginning of the Heavenly Realm, but even if he joins forces with her, he can't be the enemy of Nanchao's sword.

At this moment, the girl walked out of the ruined temple and blew out the red lantern.

"According to my calculations, the body in the coffin will not wake up, so we are safe. ”

Jing Jiu said, "We only need to destroy the lantern and the body in the coffin when necessary. ”

The white cat meowed pitifully, and said in his heart that I would not dare to do such a thing.

Nan Wangleng snorted and said, "I want to come, you come." ”

Jing Jiu thought about the bad premonition and said, "It makes sense, you go first, I'll wait here." ”

(End of chapter)