The bird's name is Wenxiang, and it doesn't just refer to one category.

The book "Hug Puzi" once recorded - "Rhino horn powder, burning, smelling a strange fragrance, where the bird smells for a long time, psychic people, exiled thousands of miles away." ”

The meaning is very simple and clear, the rhinoceros horn is ground into powder, lit, and there is a peculiar fragrance, and ordinary birds will be spiritually aware of people after smelling this peculiar fragrance for a long time, and they will come back by themselves when they are exiled thousands of miles away.

This method is not a magical legend, the Guigu royal family has this kind of secret art of taming birds, and the birds domesticated by this secret method are named and smelled. Wang Yujing once used this bird to monitor the whereabouts of several innate masters in Nameless Mountain.

And speaking of this, rhinoceros horn incense can make all birds psychic is not the most miraculous, many strange records that this incense can pass ghosts and gods, it is rumored that during the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Wen Qiao came to a place where Niu Zhuji was, saw that the water was unfathomable, and it was said that there were many water monsters in the water. Wen Qiao lit the horn of the rhinoceros to take care of it, and saw that the underwater lights were bright, and the water was strangely shaped, some riding in carriages and some wearing red clothes. Wen Qiao dreamed of a hideous and terrifying evil ghost at night, blaming him for not using rhinoceros horns to shine on fire. The next day the man suffered a stroke due to toothache and died less than ten days after returning to town.

At this time, the fragrant bird flew down on Wang Lingxiang's shoulder, and the emerald green and delicate beak made a few "cooing" sounds.

I saw Wang Lingxiang take out a few round and small black balls from a small embroidery bag that was not slapped by her palm, put them in the palm of her hand, and let the bird peck.

The others watched quietly, with different eyes, curiosity, expectation, and no wave, but no one interrupted.

After chasing and killing all the way, all of them knew that this seemingly ordinary little bird had the means and spirituality that even cultivators could hardly reach, and could chase the enemy thousands of miles away and come back to report the news.

I think there should be news of the traitor in the ghost valley.

Everyone waited for a while, and when they saw that the bird had finished pecking and eating, the head monk Xuankong called out the Buddha's name, and asked Wang Lingxiang: "Wang Daoyou, does this bird have any news of the thief?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the emerald green bird flutter its wings, and then flew up and flew in the direction of the White Dragon Demon Mountain in the northwest.

The woman of the Wang family, who was silent along the way, didn't say anything, and her luck turned into a graceful posture, stepping on the grass and trees and disappearing into the woods.

Needless to say, other people naturally understood, their own luck, and their feet were used to work hard, rubbing like arrows off the string, turning into afterimages, and disappearing between the lush and tall mountains and forests in a blink of an eye.

These people are all cultivators whose breath is not weak, otherwise they will chase and kill all the way, and if their cultivation is poor, they will naturally not be able to keep up.

Everyone crossed the river all the way, climbed the mountain, stepped on the grass, turned over the trees and waves, ran for dozens of miles, and it took less than half an hour to follow the fragrant bird and came to the outside of the White Dragon Demon Mountain.

Demon mist, poisonous miasma, gray patch, especially in the depths of the demon mountain, where the demon energy is like ink, hanging in the sky and spinning, thunder crackling, and you can hear it from afar.

As one of the top ten most well-known forbidden places in the Kyushu cultivation world, the White Dragon Demon Mountain was a gathering place for practitioners in Kyushu when it first recovered.

Last year, there was a true spirit in this place, which caused an uproar in the world, and many cultivators came here to find the true spirit, and they have not been seen since.

Demon Mountain is obviously not a good place now!

When the cultivators followed the incense bird to the outskirts of the demon mountain, they all unconsciously slowly stopped, their faces a little hesitant and solemn.

But only Wang Lingxiang, a woman from the Wang family, had cold eyes, and the grudge between her eyebrows became tighter and tighter, and she didn't stop for a moment, driving the fragrant bird, turning into a shadow, and rushing into the demon mountain full of demon miasma without hesitation.

"Wang Daoyou, the demon mountain is full of dangers, and the thief doesn't know what treachery he is playing, so he should be slow down and have some discussions. ”

Someone couldn't help but shout, but Wang Lingxiang didn't stop at all, and her figure had disappeared into the demon mist in a blink of an eye.

The enemy has fled to the forbidden land of the Demon Mountain, indicating that she is desperate, even if the Demon Mountain is in danger, she has to break through, of course, not only the sea of blood on her body, as a woman of the Guigu Wang family, Wang Lingxiang also has the city government in it at this time.

If she is not decisive and ties these people from all walks of life in the rivers and lakes to a boat, maybe these people will weigh the pros and cons under the deterrence of the demon mountain, and have the heart to retreat, so that the great opportunity for revenge in front of them will be lost.

This is absolutely impossible for Wang Lingxiang.

So she rushed into the forbidden land of this demon mountain without stopping for a moment.

In this way, a group of good players in the rivers and lakes who chased and killed each other did not advance, and they were even more unwilling to retreat.

Everyone looked at each other, and their faces were a little ugly.

Among them, there are many people who can see some of the wit in the Wang family's woman's behavior, and they will inevitably be angry, but if they retreat at this time, not to mention that the months of chasing the enemy have been in vain, if it spreads, it will inevitably make the world laugh at shame.

In this way, everyone looked at each other for a while, and then stopped talking, but no one said anything.

"Master Xuankong, this woman is reckless, I'm afraid that someone else has a heart, this should be..."

Another congenital and short master of the inner family in this group stood next to the Xuankong monk of the King Kong Gate, and said half a sentence, his face was a little dignified.

Although he has been in the innate realm for a few years, he can be regarded as a senior cultivator in today's cultivation world, but the White Dragon Demon Mountain is famous for its fierce reputation, demon beasts have emerged one after another, and there are even mythical true spirits in the world, and it is rumored that many cultivation predecessors who have crossed the sky have fallen here, not to mention him, he is naturally a little worried.

Just encountering a demon beast is tricky.

"Amitabha, Vajra Crossing the Demon, people all over the world are watching. ”

King Kong Gate Xuankong was half a sentence, and his eyes with hidden golden light looked at the depths of the demon mountain, his face was solemn, and then he flicked his sleeves and said, "Go!"

He nodded a few times and entered the demon mountain.

As soon as the wide-faced and short Na Nei family heard it, they knew what the Xuankong monk meant, and sneered in their hearts, this monk is quite hypocritical, and he is obviously jealous, but he is afraid that the world will laugh at him.

However, at this time, the other party also sent a message into the demon mountain, and this person also gritted his teeth, and followed closely.

As for the other cultivators below the innate level, seeing that the two main backbones had entered the Demon Mountain, they had no choice, so they were careful, used their internal qi with all their might, and followed with bated breath.

After a stick of incense, in a valley on the outskirts of the Demon Mountain, a woman who seemed to be angry and desperate came from screaming.

The good players who came one after another immediately saw a somewhat inexplicable, but creepy picture.

A corpse with dry hair sitting cross-legged on a large rock, and this "dry corpse" had a broken nose and an empty left arm.

And on the big stone on which the corpse sat cross-legged, there was a line of bloody words that had not yet dried—

"Wuxu day, white night walking, glowing bright, purgatory"!