In Luanzhou, 500 miles away from Daqing Mountain, there is a mausoleum of the princess of the former dynasty, the broken monument is broken, the smoke is shining, the mausoleum that was desolate for thousands of years is full of people today.

"The prince of Jingnan controls nine hundred miles of mountains and rivers in Jingdi, and the land is vast and abundant, so he still cares about the things here?"

"Chen Shaozong is not a family and doesn't know the price of firewood and rice, Jingdi is rich, but it was the time when Emperor Jing mourned, followed by the rebellion of the six kings, and then the revenge of Huoxingzong, the entire Jingnan is now full of mourning, the people are displaced, and this king has to rely on selling spirit beasts to provide for the cultivation of a few dolls in the family, alas, difficult, difficult." The middle-aged man who spoke was a white and tall middle-aged man, dressed in brocade clothes, followed by sixteen relatives, all of whom breathed like dragons, which made people dare not underestimate him, the middle-aged man frowned at the moment, rubbed his two fat hands vigorously, sighed, it looked like he was really in a difficult family, + he was worried but only he knew what this fat guy was thinking, "Damn, why hasn't that thing come out, I'm in a hurry to die." ”

Chen Shaozong beside him silently gave him a big roll of his eyes in his heart, "Your mother's Zhao Plucking, your family is almost 100,000 spirit beasts, what you do is the business of upside down spirit beasts, and also sell spirit beasts for those monsters to practice, ah me!"

There is a small earthen bag in the center of this deserted cemetery, a stone mound half a person high, this is the mausoleum of the princess of the previous dynasty, the past is more than a thousand years, and the Qiankun Dynasty of the glorious era has fallen to the point that even the mausoleum of the clan relatives is so depressed, which is really embarrassing. At this moment, the top of this small earthen bag is "buzzing" outward, releasing silver-white wavy light, and from time to time emitting a few wisps of strange fragrance.

"It's that thing!

"Hahaha, the Pingxiang Shanzi family is here to fetch Xiannongmu!"

"Shennong Sect is here to welcome back the treasure!"

"Wahaha, all of them will be retreated to Lao Tzu!, this king Jingnan!" The arrogant white fat man stepped forward, and there seemed to be an ancient fierce beast hidden in his body, and the divine power filled half of the sky, and everyone present stopped one after another.

"This Jingnan prince is too domineering, Xiannong Mu is the treasure of immortals, and he has a blessed fate, and he can still cover the sky with one hand today!"

"Brother Qin, shut up, shut up! This King of Jingnan doesn't care what kind of face the sect is, if he provokes this person, even the regent Dazun can make him pull out two beards!"

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Everyone didn't say a word, and suddenly they seemed to hear a sound of fairy music floating in this world, starting from the small tomb bag, the five-colored glow of the clouds, between the glow, the white crane danced, the phoenix swirled, and the fairy grass lotus spread out a road in the sky, and a vague phantom walked among the flowers and plants, dressed as if he was a farmer, carrying a hoe, and was planting medicinal herbs.

"The legend is true! It is rumored that during the Qiankun Dynasty, there was a dantian god who was rescued by a royal child by chance, and the god felt his great grace and gave Xiannong wood, once said that this wood has a demigod opportunity, and the value is immeasurable, but the Qiankun Dynasty has no one who can understand this divine tree, so his symbolic meaning is greater than his actual meaning, and then I heard that the last monarch of the Qiankun Dynasty gave this treasure to his favorite little princess, so far, Xiannongmu has disappeared for thousands of years, if it is not for someone to release the wind some time ago, I am afraid that this treasure will continue to be dusty"

"I also heard that this immortal farmer wood is naturally sensitive to treasures full of spiritual energy, and even more sensitive to the earth's vein spirit ore and immortal grass, I'm afraid that Zhao Plucking is here for this. "Someone in the crowd explained the origin of Xiannongmu, but like King Jingnan, Chen Shaozong and these people were staring at the farmer's figure, their eyes burning!

"Shanzi Cheng, what are you doing!" someone in the crowd exclaimed, only to see a bronze giant mountain appear in the fairy shadow glow, carrying the coercion of suppressing the Eight Desolations, pressing towards the farmer's phantom, the fairyland is constantly crumbling, the farmer's phantom is getting smaller and smaller under the coercion, but the light is becoming more brilliant.

Dozens of divine lights surged in the crowd, King Jing Nan and a guard behind him looked at each other, and the two of them turned into two streamers at the same time, rushing towards the mountainside of the bronze giant mountain, "Roar, roar" The two vague ancient beasts slammed into the bronze giant mountain angrily, and the originally supreme and powerful mountain actually cracked a big crack, and the terrible white blood continued to emerge!

"This, this, this... This is the barefoot turtle in the sky, the king of Jingnan... Zhao Butcher ..."

After the mountain cracked, the figure of Shanzicheng appeared, spitting blood while dodging the attack, and a black sword stabbed at Shanzicheng at a strange angle like a poisonous snake.

"Ahh......h Withdraw from this scramble, please... Friends, please. Ahem..."

"Hmph, Shanzicheng, your father Shanzixiong is known as the horizontal pressure of Baiyue, covering the sky and the sun, Yuan Hong was willing to cut off his arms to protect his fellow disciples during the massacre of the Demon Sect in the third year, this king heard that he was admired, but he didn't expect to give birth to a coward, tiger father dog, dog, dog, hahaha......"

Shan Zicheng's expression was gloomy as ice, his fists were clenched but he didn't say a word, and the gray-clothed old man beside him arched his hand to King Jingnan and said, "The young master is young and doesn't know the righteousness, thank you for the teachings of King Jingnan today, he will definitely visit Jingnan when he arrives in the future!" After speaking, the old man left the ancient cemetery with Shanzicheng and a group of Shanzi family disciples.

"Hahaha, this Xiannong Wood is back to the king!" The bright light between the crowd was grabbed by the phantom of King Jingnan's spiritual power giant beast, and everyone felt a sense of loss when they saw King Jingnan get the Xiannong Wood, so they stopped one after another, and the things that Zhao Plucked Mao got had never seen spit out!

"Haha.... Ah......hh