Xia, an ancient country as ancient as in the twilight, covers an area of not large, less than three hundred miles from north to south, long and narrow from east to west, but only a thousand miles, the monarch's family surname is Pang, it is the last force of the authentic sect, but because the family is rare, there are monks who have entered the Tianyan Sect for generations, and barely maintain the existence of three or two Jindan monks, so it has always been able to continue to this day.

This reason is actually just a mouth is not important, the Xia country is barren, not to mention the long and narrow area, because it is surrounded by mountains, coupled with the small number of people and thin land, there are no resources and minerals, and the spiritual vein is only one broken to the extreme, even the foundation building monks are difficult to support, so it has never been coveted by other country families.

The Xia royal family, a small palace complex covering an area of only three or five miles, is not even magnificent, facing south and back to north, and the Longque Mountain behind it is towering into the clouds, blocking the direct border with the vast sea frontier, that is, cutting off the path to the sea frontier, and protecting this ancient small country.

And Longque Mountain is also the private place of the Xia royal family, and it is also the only place where a small spiritual vein is nurtured, even if it is a royal family, it is difficult to find out the true face of it. Only those who have outstanding family qualifications and are regarded as geniuses cultivated by Miao descendants can enter the mountain to practice, but if they do not meet the requirements when they reach adulthood at the age of fifteen, they will also have no chance to step into half a step.

Today is seven descendants of the royal family who have reached the age of ten, and on the day of entering the mountain to practice, these seven people are all the children who have succeeded in enlightening the spirit in the lineage of more than 10,000 clans and collateral bloodlines, among which the best one is only the Golden Fire Twin Spirit Root, and the rest are all qualified as Three Spirit Roots.

Farewell to the elders of the royal family, parents and relatives, a few immature children, each carrying a small package, set off into the mountain alone, almost three steps and a turn, five steps and a tear, several children supported each other, reluctantly entered the foggy dream of the giant peak.

"Uncle, Yan'er, if they go here, can they really avoid the catastrophe and save my Pang Clan?"

The person who spoke was dressed in a purple dragon robe, with a golden crown and a belt, and three strands of long hair under his chin fluttering in the wind.

The person known as the second uncle, dressed in sackcloth, with a straw rope tied around his waist, looks down, but his breath is ethereal, so that people don't know his face, obviously not ordinary people and the like, looking at the face compared to the person who asked, he is still a little younger, but there is no compelling momentum and majesty.

"The virtuous nephew is worried in his heart, but he is afraid that it is his own wealth!" The Mai monk looked indifferent, and there was no hint of harshness in his words, but even so, the rich and compelling old man was sweating on his forehead.

"Second uncle, nephew, nephew don't dare, it's just that this time Di Tamarin sent a letter of state, asking for the payment of many spiritual material deposits, as well as the family spirit child, to study in the Taoist Academy, the spirit child is just that, the folk search, plus a few qualifications and potential are too low, you can barely make up the number, but, but the spirit material minerals, the number is simply sensational, pour the power of the country, the number of a year can also be, but I am afraid that I am only afraid that his heart is greedy, and I will ask for it again next year, if I can't take it out at that time, I am afraid that there will be a disaster of extermination!"

As he spoke, the image of wealth and majesty was lost, and he hated to cry in front of the Mai monk, obviously sitting in this position, seemingly glorious and rich, but not without worries.

Mai Monk: "You and first deliver the spiritual material minerals, to meet its requirements, and then levy labor, go to open those few sealed ore veins, and dig with all your might, if you want to deal with it for three years and five years, there is no problem, as for whether the sect has a new edict, I think it will only be in the past two or three years, the ancestor will send a message, with the ancestor here, the disaster of destroying the country and moving the clan will not come so soon." "

The old man in the purple dragon robe wanted to ask more, but he saw the Mai monk throw off his big sleeves, like a shadow, fluttering away with the wind, obviously not giving him the slightest chance to speak again.

"Alas! Second Uncle. Before the shouts fell, there was no trace of anyone, and there was a clan general behind him, but he only cared about the sadness of his children and grandchildren, but he didn't know that the dynasty that had lasted for thousands of years had been in turmoil.

The earth shook the mountains, the red flames flowed, Zhou Hao was almost barefoot at this time, constantly rushing and jumping between the gradually narrowing cave fragments, if it weren't for Bai Li's insistence, he would have already taken Bai Li into the dantian world, so even if he died, although Bai Li would inevitably suffer heavy losses, but he still had a trace of vitality, but this matter was categorically rejected by Bai Li, so he could only try his best to escape in the cave with no end in sight.

As for the terrifying ghosts before, they have long since disappeared, I don't know if they chased in the wrong direction, or they were turned into ashes by the earth fire and flames. There is no other way but to run forward, but the first and more important reason is that there is always a raging wind that keeps surging ahead, as if there is an unknown beast in that place, devouring the endless furious aura of the underground.

Galloping and jumping, even if it is a monk, the depth is always highly concentrated, every part of the body is tense, it is necessary to calculate and determine the foothold, to guard against the boulders that fall at any time not to bury themselves, but also to guard against the scorching fire that may spit out, and what is even worse is that sometimes the falling stones actually carry the formation killing machine, and some places are like purgatory, filled with endless poisonous smoke.

Despite this, Zhou Hao still did not give up the search for Yun Lei during the run, and his soul was desperately corroded by various underground qi, and he did not hesitate to exert his full strength.

Qilin Cave Mansion, like an awakened giant beast, rose from the coast, and it was this terrifying movement that made the monk who had already pounced on the shore and was about to cross the land bridge to sneak to the Qilin Cave Mansion, and on the other side, the tentacle monster like a vine, after paying a tentacle to be broken and a tentacle was seriously injured, it also completely extinguished the opportunity to sneak up the cliff and find an opportunity.

An hour later, Zhou Hao had to start violently opening the road, the shaking had stopped, but the mountain rocks almost completely blocked the front road, leaving behind, it was impossible to pass quickly at all, but fortunately, the turbulent smoke seemed to flow faster, and it was obvious that the road ahead had not been cut off.

However, he never found any trace of Yun Lei, which made Zhou Hao extremely annoyed, but now he can't turn back, because there are already scattered ghosts, and somehow they have to catch up, obviously, these guys are just disoriented, not giving up.

Zhou Hao had to keep opening the way, and kill the ghosts and ghosts, compared to the remnants of the ghosts and ghosts he encountered before, these ghosts are completely monks, and their intelligence is not low, and the attack is no longer a simple divine soul idea, but can hurt the body.

Once the body is torn and wounded, the ghost is as excited and crazy as if he has eaten an elixir, and the wound is also not easy to deal with, there always seems to be a trace of haze, constantly corroding the spiritual power and flesh, making people itchy and painful, and I can't wait to cut the wound.