After entering, the cliffs on both sides cut off the direction of the mountain wind, and the wind force dropped sharply.

Only then did Shi Er gasp and say, "Outside, the platform outside is the wind duct of the kamikaze. It's not a big deal now, every time it comes to the hour and noon, the wind is better than the steel knife that scrapes the bones, and directly harvests human lives. 「

He Lingchuan said, "But I see that there is a stone base on the platform, which should be the remains of the building."

To erect a building at a height, the first step is to make a pedestal as a fixed support. He Lingchuan didn't have time to take a closer look, but he only knew that the stone pedestals were very large, which showed that most of the buildings here were magnificent in the past.

"Isn't that Wind Demon the youkai they raised?" Shi Er's master explained, "With the help of the wind demons, what's the big deal about them building a building here? I was here when the wind was young, and there were several monuments standing on the platform. It's a pity that the inscriptions have been smoothed out by the wind and snow, and they can't be seen clearly. By the way, there are also two sculptures of the Wind Lion. It was carved directly on the stone mountain, and it will not be scraped down."

When the wind is weak, standing on that platform overlooking the snowy area, there must be a pride in seeing all the mountains, right?

Others look at the sunshine on the golden top, and you are on the golden top.

He Lingchuan followed Shi Er's family into the mountain road, only to find that the huge mountain wall blocked all the wind and snow, so there was only a small breeze behind the wall, which was soft compared to the violent and cold outside.

Walking here, He Lingchuan couldn't help but sigh.

This Wind Demon Mountain should really be renamed Lotus Peak, in fact, the top of the mountain is simply the shape of a lotus bud, more than a dozen huge rock walls are like lotus petals, blocking the hollow mountain belly, and even the snowflakes falling above are very few.

This huge mountainside may have been in the air, but the ancient immortals must have moved their hands and feet, carved according to the situation, and cut down more than 200 zhang, which looks like layers of terraced fields.

Perhaps they did open up terraces here, because He Lingchuan also saw traces of twists and turns in the waterways, which were all dug out by hand, with ditches and ditches.

Back then, it may have been a group of immature green, with clear springs surrounding the fields.

The mountain road winds over strange rock cliffs, and there are pedestals left by buildings everywhere. He Lingchuan saw that the largest white jade beam was seven zhang (twenty-one meters) long, and several people could not close it, and they didn't know where to roll down, and it happened to be stuck on the rock.

It should have been on the roof of the main hall. But with today's manpower, it is impossible to lift it to such a steep mountain.

It can be seen that there were once buildings built here according to the mountain, or high cliff streams, or located in the countryside, which are scattered and scattered, and are absolutely inhabited by extraordinary people.

When they were at their peak, they might really be regarded as Qionglou Yuyu and Pavilions in the sky.

But now, not even a single piece of wood remains.

He Lingchuan stroked the mountain wall, and suddenly said, "There were plants here, and it should have been a warm place."

Where moss has grown over the years, it will leave pale white and greenish dot marks that are difficult to remove unless flattened. This mountain wall has such traces.

The heart guard also said, "There must have been an enchantment in this place!"

Even if the Ethereal Sect domesticates the Wind Demon for its own use, it must use the enchantment to resist the cold and wind and snow, and prop up a greenhouse to allow plants to grow freely here. Who doesn't yearn for warmth? Even if you are an immortal, you don't like to stay in a place that is cold all year round.

There are mountains, waters, houses and fields, and the peach source in the belly of the mountain is isolated from the world.

Winning the sky with manpower can only be done in the ancient times when the immortals were high. Standing here, I can only think of the immortal style and sigh at the vicissitudes of life.

Shi Er shrugged his shoulders: "After the aura weakened, the sect also moved to the plains. Some people have come to see it and say that these are all relics from before the Middle Middle Ages."

If you want to live in the otherworld, you have to pay a price.

When I couldn't afford it, I had to move out.

He Lingchuan couldn't help but ask, "Why do they live in a lonely place and endure the wind, snow and cold?"

"See those terraces? Do you think they will grow wheat and beans like mortals? "The heart shield is a good teacher, "People plant spiritual fields, and what grows in the fields are natural treasures! In ancient times, most of the blessed lands were located on high mountains. The richer and purer the aura, the better the elixir grown. 「

"I see. depend on

The practice of eating mountains has not changed from ancient times to the present, "Aren't the children of the immortal family also high-level farmers?"

Farmers grow crops and immortals cultivate spiritual fields, is there a difference?

The mirror couldn't retort for a moment: "You can, you're right."

He Lingchuan touched an object at his feet, squatted down and said, "There is another sculpture here."

I don't know where the sculpture rolled down, four feet high, and the bottom is broken. He Lingchuan turned it over and cleared the sand and snow on it.

The sculpture is a lion-headed human body, but not in a lying position, but in a standing position.

From top to bottom, there is a cylinder all over the body, and both hands are placed at the side in a regular manner, which looks a little cute.

"This is the Wind Lion Lord, a custom passed down from the Ethereal Sect. To this day, the villages and towns on the Tempest Tundra often place Wind Lion to drive away the wind and suppress evil." Shi Er's master pointed to the terraced fields, "Look at it, there are often fields and buildings around them."

Indeed, there are always sculptures of the Wind Lion in the fields and near the pedestals of the buildings, some standing upright, some squatting. Some of them looked like they were placed on the ground, and some of them should have been originally sitting on the roof.

And they usually come in pairs, one large and one small.

"After the Ethereal Sect died, there were still people who came here to steal the Wind Lion Master and put it back, and sometimes they could sell it for a high price. I've seen it in the market before, and it's just a big palm. Shi Er patted the snow on his hat, "Alas, the small ones have been taken away, and all the big ones that are left are the big ones that can't be hugged."

He Lingchuan's attention was on the big hole in the belly of the mountain. As I said before, there is a gap in this mountain, there is a huge stone crack that seems to run from the belly of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and the widest opening reaches one zhang, like a monster's wide mouth, and it is enough to stuff a few He Lingchuan into it.

"Look at this." Shi Er grabbed a stone bigger than his fist and threw it towards the crack in the stone.

Click, click, the stone rolled into the crack, silent.

There is not even an echo of the landing, which shows the depth of the stone crack.

"Huh?" Shi Er's master was a little surprised, and threw another stone down, and it was still the same." What's going on?"

"What are you performing?"

"It stands to reason that when the stone falls directly above the crack, it will no longer fall down, and the wind blowing up below will hold it up and make it roll in place.

He pointed to the crack in the ground and said, "This is where the meridian kamikaze comes from. Every hour passes, the wind that comes out of the cracks increases, reaching its peak at the second o'clock of the afternoon and the second o'clock of the afternoon, and then blowing through the holes in the stone wall and blowing outward, and does not stay in the belly of the mountain."

"I don't know why, this time the stone throwing didn't come out. I've thrown it twice before, and it's clear that both of them are. 「

He Lingchuan looked up at the entire mountain peak, and it seemed that the wind tunnel had been planned from the beginning.

"Legend has it that after the founding patriarch of the Ethereal Peak tamed the wind demon, he opened a mountain here. With the Wind Demon guarding it, it's hard for others to attack."

He Lingchuan nodded, "The Treasure Tree King defeated the Wind Demon before he could take the entire tundra."

He was a little disappointed. It seems that this ruin has survived the wind and snow for hundreds of years, received many tourists, and there is nothing useful left.

As soon as the thought came to mind, there was a warm feeling in my chest.

He couldn't help but be overjoyed:

Divine bone necklace or have you found a treasure here?

He Lingchuan walked around the ruins, judging the location of the so-called "supreme treasure" according to the popularity of the necklace.

In the eyes of Shi Er's master, he is wandering around. Most of the people who first came to the ruins of the Ethereal Sect were like this.

However, He Lingchuan's face became more and more serious, because he had already found that the closer he got to the wide crack in the ground, the lower the popularity of the necklace.

It wasn't until he went down and stood on the edge of the crack in the ground that the bones of the gods came close to normal.

Isn't this a cheat?

He Lingchuan kicked a few more stones into the cracks in the ground, but he still didn't hear an echo for a long time.

It's unfathomable.

And the Divine Bone Necklace wants him to jump into it like this?

Is this product trying to change owners?

Seeing him standing on the edge of the crack in the ground and probing his brain, Shi Er hurriedly reminded, "Brother He, be careful

If you fall into it, there will be no bones left."

He Lingchuan stretched out his hand and brushed the ground a few times, and suddenly said, "You say, it's usually windy here?"

"Yes." Shi Er sighed, "The closer you get to meridian two, the stronger the wind. You see, it's almost noon, and there should be a strong wind in the whole ruin, in the whole mountain. "It's not like it is now, it's just a breeze.

But He Lingchuan couldn't feel a trace of the wind coming up from the cracks in the ground.

The air here seems to be frozen.

Where did the perennial wind go?

Something is very wrong. Even if there is no meridian kamikaze here, because of the temperature difference, the wind should be in the normal seam.

Even if it is an underground cave, it is a perennial cool breeze and a summer resort.

He only suspected that someone was going to calculate the escort here, and the entrance and exit of the Meridian Divine Wind were abnormal?

Is it just a coincidence, or maybe it should be the old saying:

There must be something that goes wrong...... Goblin?

He originally thought that if the people behind the scenes launched an attack on the escort team, they might find a way to knock down the rocks above the official road, causing the falling rocks to collapse. After all, this is the most effective way to win more with less, not to mention that those people have already used it once in Pingshan, and they should be familiar with it this time.

As for Wind Demon Mountain, He Lingchuan originally thought that this was just a base for observation.

After all, this dangerous peak is not connected to the official road of the mountain opposite, and there is a bottomless abyss in the middle, so there should be no way for the people behind the scenes to attack from here.

However, after seeing the anomaly in the cracks, he felt that his estimate seemed to be wrong.

The excessively calm crevices of the earth, the wind that disappeared without a trace, the former habitat of the wind demons, the hot bones of the gods......

There was an impossible answer that emerged from the bottom of He Lingchuan's heart.

Is there something down there that sucks the wind away?

He didn't care about the fever prompt of the divine bone necklace, and suddenly said to Shi Er, "Go to the sheep!"

"Huh? Oh." Shi Er's master had just stretched out his hand, He Lingchuan lifted him to the back seat, and the rock sheep spread his hooves and ran to a high place.