The matter of the Dark Tomb Gate was very easy to solve, and Zhong Zhen gave Huang Zhangmen a few phantom fruits.

Just cut a little bit, find someone with high cultivation and prudence, and squeeze the juice into the meal of those who came in droves to dig up treasures at the tomb gate.

A bunch of people immediately went crazy, and even those with a lower mind immediately went crazy and made a lot of trouble.

Huang Zhangmen took a large number of disciples to run to the statue of Xinghua Ancestor, burned incense and bowed sincerely, claiming that the ancestor appeared and blessed the sect.

In order to make the performance realistic, every day the disciples diligently wipe the statue with a clean rag.

The wind is strong in the wasteland, and the sand is often rolled up, and it hurts to hit people, and when it hits statues, it will also make potholes all year round. In order to ensure that the statue is not destroyed in the short term, it is imperative to build a large temple.

Master Huang took out a lot of spirit crystals, invited craftsmen who knew how to refine low-level magic weapons, and built a very similar temple outside the statue, which was not only magnificent, but also extremely strong.

On the book hot gold plaque "Apricot Flower Temple", since then this temple perennial incense. The disciples of the Dark Tomb Gate all said that since they started worshipping apricot blossoms, their bodies have been strong and healthy, they have never been sick, and their cultivation has improved rapidly

Xinghua Ancestor came back from the dead, and then was rumored to be dead again, which was already miraculous and abnormal, and those who came to make trouble went crazy. The power of the rumors is strong, and the disciples of the Dark Tomb Gate fanned the flames, spreading ten, ten and hundred, and slowly no one dared to come to find trouble again.

Even if some bold cultivators didn't believe it and were unwilling to come in search of treasure, they also went crazy and slashed and killed invisible enemies with knives. The light ones are just exhausted of spiritual power, and the belongings are looted, and the heavy ones go mad and become wasted.

After a few years, the story of the Xinghua Temple spread more and more.

There are even some people who come all the way to the wasteland, just to pay homage to the statue of the ancestor of the apricot blossom, and they also carry the best incense and respectfully order dozens of sticks. I don't know if it's really useful. Anyway, afterwards, these people who lit incense said that their cultivation had improved a lot faster than before.

Originally, the Dark Tomb Gate was just a not very large corpse cultivation sect, but slowly other scattered cultivators who were not corpse cultivators came to take refuge, and the power became bigger and bigger, and the temple of the Apricot Blossom Ancestor. The incense is more vigorous.

Zhong Zhen only stayed in the Dark Tomb Gate for a few days, where did she know about these follow-up things, she just casually thought of a way to let Master Huang play on her own, and the more mysterious the trouble, the better. I didn't expect practitioners who didn't even believe in their friends and relatives. They would believe that a statue would give them confidence and strength.

After leaving the tomb gate, she headed north, passing by an oasis like the soles of her shoes, where the lame man and Wang Sanya lived.

She left some spirit crystals for the lame, and by the way, she also left some spirit fruits for Lu Jinyu, and she had already asked Huang Mao to pass on the message, asking Uncle Lu to come and pick it up when he was free.

Zhong Zhen thought about it, there seemed to be nothing missing, Senior Sister Wang, Senior Chen Ma Luo and others, and there was no need to say goodbye.

Continue north. The weather was getting colder, the days seemed to be getting shorter, and the nights were almost three times longer than the day, and she wrapped herself in warm clothes. Even the cultivation of the soul refining period could not stop the invasion of the cold air, and he shivered every day.

Of course, these good things are more than ten spirit crystals, Zhong Zhen smiled, Zhu Ziling was probably very angry.

However, this is also the last time to get something from his hands. From then on, everyone has nothing to do with each other, and a farewell is a farewell.

No one can cross the vast sea, and no one can climb over the snowy mountains. None of the people who tried came back, did they disappear or did they go to another continent? Zhong Zhen didn't know, but she didn't want to stay in this land anymore, and hid all day long. Wait for the old emperor to die.

The land is so small that one person can control all of them. The resources are not necessarily too small, and they are distributed to all people to cultivate, but they are really not enough.

If there are too many cultivators, there will be too few spirit crystals.

Even if the old emperor is dead, can Dugu Pocheng really change the rules of this world?

Zhong Zhen didn't believe it at all. He is lazy by nature and keeps himself alone, and the position of this emperor will definitely not be stable. He will definitely leave it down early, either pass it on to others, or simply find a peaceful solution, and let the ancestors divide the pie.

The old emperor was too greedy, too cherished his life, too reluctant to let go of the power in his hands, Dugu Pocheng was too young and too scheming, and there were so many ancestors eyeing each other, waiting for the old emperor to die so that he could divide the land.

It is impossible for Dugu to break the city without stopping the greed of human nature.

But there's nothing to worry about, and he's not a three-year-old, he can always think of a way to solve it.

Zhong Zhen touched the dantian, there was a painting hidden in it, she filled it with a lot of spirit crystals, and finally saw the landscape in the painting clearly.

This landscape does not belong to Ningguo, nor does it belong to Mongolia, and it is even more unlikely to be the Mobei Wasteland. The majestic and steep mountains, overgrown with green pines, and a mighty river running through it from beginning to end, rushing like a silver dragon with teeth and claws.

Between the two countries, there is a river with gentle water and no mountains that are so imposing.

Why is there a painting in the dantian? Did Grandma put it in, and where did he come from? In any case, this scene certainly does not belong to this continent.

If someone imagines such a landscape out of thin air, Zhong Zhen doesn't believe it at all, she is a person who likes to paint, so she can naturally tell the truth from the fake.

There is no snow in the Daisetsuzan Mountains, and there is a thick layer of ice. She was wearing several layers of warm clothes, wrapped in a blood fox cloak, with a hat directly above her eyes, and half of her face buried in the cloak, revealing only a pair of eyes.

Flying low all the way, Zhong Zhen was not fast, paying close attention to his surroundings. But there is not even a single bird or beast here except her. There was silence, only the sound of the whirring wind, even if only a pair of eyes were exposed, it blew the face like a knife.

For several days, except for the ice, the mountain gradually became steeper, and she had more and more difficulty flying.

It's not easy to crack the ice open, but stay on the mountain to rest, and if you fall asleep, you might never wake up again. The ground was not much warmer, so a fire was made, and Zhong Zhen piled up the flint stones on the ground with spirit crystals to keep warm.

She practiced the power of earth walking, and it was easier to choose to climb over the snowy mountains than to cross the vast sea, and if it was a water walk, of course she would pick the vast sea.

After resting for a few days, replenishing enough spiritual power, he continued to fly up.

From time to time, scattered corpses appeared in the ice, and I don't know how many years they had been buried, but because of the cold, the flesh was not decomposed, and it looked lifelike.

Zhong Zhen estimated that most of them were cultivators in the refining period, the weather here was too cold, and the road was not easy to walk, and it was not small that they accidentally fell asleep and froze to death while resting. If the spirit crystal is not fully prepared, it will not be able to climb such a high and far mountain.

Soul refining stage cultivators only cultivated to that level after nine deaths and lifetimes, where would they be willing to stupidly run across the Great Snow Mountain or fly over the vast sea.

Not to mention those refining ancestors, I don't know how much they spare their lives, they stay in the sect or family for many years, and they don't fight with others easily. (To be continued.) )