The huge angry river is magnificent, and the waves hit the reef and surging for thousands of miles in an instant. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Above the angry river, two delicate bodies with their own styles can be vaguely seen on a fan-shaped banana leaf, one is as tender and juicy as water as ripe peach juice, and the other is a little green but the slender body that has begun to take shape and exquisite, and the whole body is filled with the breath of youth.

"Strange, this spirit soldier under me has a speed of a hundred miles in the blink of an eye, but after flying for a few hours, why can't it fly the river in front of me? Isn't it the river of this hundred chaotic mountains, and it is also as long as the Surabaya River?" Bai Qing pursed the corners of her pink mouth, revealing a few lazy intoxicating styles between her eyebrows, she looked down suspiciously, only to see the river below gasping for waves.

"Jing'er, have you ever heard that there is a thousand miles of rivers in this hundred chaotic mountains?"

Bai Qing gathered her messy hair, her voice was slightly deep, and she asked in a low voice to Situ Jing behind her.

"A Thousand Miles of River?"

The pear vortex at the corner of Situ Jing's mouth moved slightly, and he blinked his beautiful big eyes suspiciously, and said in a crisp tone: "I remember that my father once said that there are two big rivers in this Yan country, which are thousands of miles long, but those two rivers are not in this Hundred Chaos Mountain?!"

Looking down, the raging river that still had no end, Situ Jing's little face tensed slightly, as if he felt something wrong. Her pair of watery eyes were turning slightly, and her silver hair was floating in the wind, like a gorgeous Milky Way, which was as magnificent and moving as it was very scorching.

Qiong's nose wrinkled slightly, and suddenly, she seemed to think of something, her long eyelashes like a pu fan blinked, and she said in a deep voice to Bai Qing in front of her: "Master, I remembered a story about the origin of the name of Baichao Mountain. ”

"What's the story? ”

The soft and gentle tone in Bai Qing's bones was unconsciously revealed, and the soft and crispy voice was as gentle as water.

"It is said that in ancient times, there was a sorcerer, from the human realm, he claimed to see the mountains and water to see the world, but to this mountain range he was hesitant, he could not see through the mountain momentum, the source of the water, the reason is because the mountain is too chaotic, the terrain ups and downs, the climate is cloudy and rainy, the water is too chaotic, there is no trace of the trajectory to follow, the warlock here named this place "Hundred Chaos Mountain", and then the warlock sighed and changed his name, see the mountain is not a mountain, see the water is not water, how to see the world? This is the origin of the Hundred Chaos Mountain. Situ Jing's ruddy mouth moved slightly, recalling seriously, and said shallowly.

"If you see that the mountains are not mountains, and the water is not water, how can you see the world?"

Bai Qing muttered silently, a little she seemed to understand something, and two essences shot out of her eyes, "Mountains are not mountains, water is not water! I see!" Bai Tender Soft Wattle made a gesture in front of her, and the next moment Bai Qing drove the banana leaves under her feet towards the river below.

"Teacher Bai Qing, what are you doing here?"

Situ Jing was a little stunned, seeing Bai Qing suddenly driving the banana leaves, like the panting river below, he couldn't help but be startled, and asked in confusion.

Bai Qing was silent, urging the banana leaves under her feet to speed up a little faster, seeing that the banana leaves were about to contaminate the water surface, suddenly the river disappeared strangely, but turned into one green mountain after another, high and low.

"Is that really the case? The water is going backwards, the warlock is quite accurate, this river is above the mountain, all the water flows down, but it flows upward, isn't it perverse?" Bai Qing said lightly, and then the banana leaves fell into the big mountain again, and when the banana leaves were about to hit the green mountains, the mutation rose again, and the undulating and continuous green hills below were also gone.

"It's here!hmm...... This is the depths of the Hundred Chaos Mountain, right?"

After the green mountain disappeared, Bai Qing and Situ Jing fell into a desert with strong wind and sand, the wind and sand were scattered, and the sand grains were hot like stones, and with the wind smashed over in a messy manner, Bai Qing and Situ Jing stood on a weathered hill, their bodies wrapped in Xuan Qi, blocking the wind and sand current.

"Teacher, what's going on? Why did we cross the big river, cross the green mountain, and arrive at this hundred chaotic mountains?" Situ Jing was dressed in a silver robe, wrapping her slender and upright delicate body tightly, the graceful curves were faintly outlined, and her eyebrows moved slightly and looked at the surrounding desert suspiciously.

Bai Qing lowered her eyebrows and was silent, the light in her eyes flickered slightly, and then she said in a deep voice: "This Hundred Chaos Mountain should be the burial place of a spirit soldier such as a high-grade magic weapon or a supreme weapon, and generally after some powerful beings die, they will also order their descendants to bury his weapons together, after all, for some cultivators, even if they reach the point where everything in the martial arts realm is a weapon, they will still have a deep affection for their spirit soldiers, and this feeling is like a sibling." ”

"And after this person is buried, usually the body will decay after a period of time, but the weapon is different, thousands of years, ten thousand years may be it vicissitudes but will not dissolve, of course, most of the spirit soldiers, when they choose to be buried with its owner, they will accept the erosion of the years, the fallen leaves return to the roots, from the void to the nothingness, the blade melts for a long time and turns into a source of weapons, for future generations of cultivators to plunder. ”

"What, is this artifact source a conjugation of those buried divine soldiers?"

Situ Jing was stunned slightly, the source of the instrument is the beginning of all weapons, the ancestor, there is a source, there is a tool, if the cultivator wants to condense the marks, it must be the source of the five colors, and the number of the five elements can be condensed! Situ Jing never thought that the origin of this source would be the divine soldier who was buried.

Bai Qing saw Situ Jing's stunned appearance, touched her little head, smiled, and said a little playfully: " Generally speaking, there are many reasons for the formation of the instrument source, some rocks or repair materials have been buried in the ground for many years, and they will become the source of the instrument after a long time, and after the death of some cultivators, their instrument marks and bodies will sometimes turn into a part of the instrument source, of course, there are also some blessed swamps naturally produced by the source, the source of heaven and earth, the source of the formation of ancient beasts, in short, there are many sources of the source. ”

Situ Jing nodded, slowly digested it thoughtfully, and asked a little, "Mentor, what happened to the mountains and water just now?"

Hearing this, a trace of panic flashed in Situ Jing's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "The place of burial vessels, burial utensils slaves, and then burying yourself, I guess that there are too many vessels and slaves buried in this mountain range, and their breaths are intertwined with each other, resulting in this hundred chaotic mountains, mountain chaos, water chaos, and terrain chaos! ”

As they spoke, Bai Qing and Situ Jing walked towards a valley in front of them, the stone city made of stones, which was a gathering place in the Hundred Chaos Mountain, where the bandits who fled into the Hundred Chaos Mountain were located.

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In the desert, the wind and sand were terrible, and the wind was like a knife and a sword, constantly slapping his cheeks in waves, and patting the young man's face with hot and stiff pain.

Airplanes......

The demon knife wrapped in cowhide cloth behind him suddenly let out a slight trembling sound, and Chu Yang frowned slightly. Looking at a corpse pit emerging under the loess, there was a coffin of golden silk nanmu in the pit, and there were some clothes and white silk next to the coffin, as well as the scaffolds left after the paper figure was burned.

Looking at the coffin that suddenly appeared at the feet, everyone was shocked, some timid girls couldn't help but release a piercing scream, and the rest of the boys who didn't know what to do were also trembling with fright, their faces turned pale, and for a while everyone had strange expressions, obviously they didn't expect that in the desert under their feet, there would be a coffin for the dead.

Chu Yang, who came back to his senses, was also startled by this sudden scene, and when he was puzzled, he felt a slightly trembling little hand firmly grasping his arm, which made him slightly stunned, and turned his head to find that Jin Ping'er, who had been glaring at him angrily today, looked at her with delicate melon seeds, and said with a stammering face: "I...... I'm scared ......."

The corners of Chu Yang's mouth twitched slightly, he was a little speechless, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and muttered helplessly: "Alas! This woman! Don't look at the arrogant and arrogant on weekdays, you have to rely on men at critical moments!"

Of course, what made Chu Yang puzzled was that for so many people in Mao, this woman just ran over to her own arm? This made him suddenly think of the scene of the fierce confrontation between the two in Jin Ping'er's tent last night, and suddenly Chu Yang threw out the picture in front of him that was a little uncomfortable, and slowly let out a sigh to calm down his mood, and his dark eyes stared sharply at the coffin.

"It seems that we really came to the burial ground, and we are also blamed for our bad luck, the veins of this hundred chaotic mountains are walking back and forth, this burial ground, usually few people encounter, we came to the first step here, both come and be safe, the old man wants to see if this coffin is a burial vessel, or a burial slave? or a burial vessel slave and then bury himself! Hmm...... I didn't expect it to be calculated accurately by the old man, and as soon as I came, I ran into this ghost place, and the guy I brought here is also useful. “

The black-clothed old man in the adventurer team, Zhao Lao's cloudy eyes moved slightly, the old skin on his face was pulled, and he grinned and nodded at Chu Bufan, and the next moment he looked slightly pale, took the lead in taking a step forward, looked at the golden silk nanmu coffin in the corpse pit, hesitated slightly, and suddenly took out an inky gray earth-colored hourglass, took a bucket of soil from the place where the grievance appeared just now, and sprinkled it on the golden silk nanmu coffin through the leak.

"Whether it's a tool or a tool slave, now they all have spiritual wisdom, since it is the weapon of this region that cultivates the spirit with resentment, there is still the resentment left by the golden battle axe in this soil, if there is a resentment weapon in the coffin, if you feel the resentment hidden in the sand, you will react, right?"

Zhao Lao's figure bowed slightly, his waist and back were slightly bent, and he staggered around the coffin, holding the gray earth-colored soil bucket and sprinkling a circle of sand, he put the gray earth-colored sand bucket with a strong "......snap" and pierced the leaky hole of the sand bucket in the center of the golden silk nanmu, and the hole body was almost completely submerged into the coffin, the deep coffin lid was directly pierced, and the sand in the soil bucket bubbled down into the coffin.