The huge raging river, the waves are magnificent, it is a huge and rushing river, the waves hit the reef and surging for thousands of miles in an instant.

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, 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 Vermilion Bird Country, which are thousands of miles long, but those two rivers are not in this Hundred Chaos Mountain?!" Looking down, the turbulent river that still has no end in sight, Situ Jing's little face tensed slightly, as if he felt something wrong.

Her pair of watery eyes, dripping and turning, a silver hair floated in the wind, like a gorgeous Milky Way, magnificent and moving, very scorching, Qiong's nose wrinkled slightly, suddenly, she seemed to think of something, like a long fan of the eyelashes blinked, to the front of Bai Qing said in a deep voice: "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 there was a sorcerer, from the human realm, he claimed to see the mountains and water to see the world, but when he came to this mountain range, he hesitated, he could not see through the momentum of the mountain, the source of the water, the reason is because the mountain is too chaotic, the terrain is 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?" 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 White 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 that big river, cross that green mountain, and arrive at this chaotic mountain?" Situ Jing was dressed in a silver robe, tightly wrapping her slender and upright delicate body, tightly wrapping the graceful curves and faintly outlined, and her eyebrows moved slightly and looked at the surrounding desert suspiciously.

Bai Qing lowered his eyebrows and was silent, the light in his eyes flickered slightly, and then he said in a deep voice: "This Hundred Chaos Mountain should be the burial place of a high-grade magic weapon or artifact or other spiritual soldiers, 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 feelings for their spiritual soldiers, and this feeling is like siblings." ”

"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! ”

While speaking, Bai Qing and Situ Jing walked towards a valley in front of them, a 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 are terrible, the wind is like a knife and a sword, constantly slapping his cheeks, patting the young man's face with hot and stiff pain, the young man who has been entangled in his heart was only relieved by Li Bufan, knowing the news that there is no demon in the corner of the sky, he was relieved, thinking of his ignorant cognition just now, he couldn't help but feel a little ridiculous, how could he be a demon? He has a father and a mother, and this demon knife is also something he just gotten, and this demon knife is just a demon word written on the knife, how can you judge that it is a demon weapon based on this?

Airplanes......

When Li Yang just wanted to figure it out, the demon knife wrapped in kraft cloth behind him suddenly let out a slight trembling, and then I saw Li Bufan suddenly kick on the ground, and the underground loess collapsed under his feet, and a corpse pit emerged under the loess, and a coffin of golden silk nanmu was placed in the pit, and there were some clothes and white silk and paper figures next to the coffin.

Looking at the coffin that suddenly appeared at their 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 frightened and trembling, 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.

Li 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 red face: "I...... I'm scared ......."

The corners of Li Yang's mouth twitched slightly, a little speechless, and 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, and it is up to the man to harm at the critical moment!" Of course, what makes Li Yang can't figure out is that for so many people Mao, this woman just ran over to build 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 Li Yang threw out the picture scene that was a little uncomfortable in front of him, 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 by the old man, and the guy he brought was 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 Li Bufan, 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 a little, 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 leakage.

"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.