The soft voice was actually a pitch-black carp, which was like an elf in this deep water area, and could completely ignore the fierce undercurrent.

Bai Jiao opened the dragon's eyes, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Go, you go to the world quickly and bring back the dragon ball of your father, if you can bring back the dragon ball, I will give you the essence blood of the dragon to help you transform into the body of the dragon!"

The tail of the black carp swayed, and the calm voice inside softened:

"Father, how can my daughter find the whereabouts of the Dragon Ball?"

Hearing this, the white dragon's head was raised high, but a frost-colored dragon scale flew down above its head and landed on the black carp.

"Father gave you a piece of life scales, as long as you are close to a certain range of the Dragon Ball, you will definitely be able to sense the whereabouts of the Dragon Ball, and if there is something discordant, this life scale can die again!"

The dragon scales instantly landed on the black carp, and I saw a layer of intense spiritual power around the black carp burst out, and disappeared into the undercurrent in an instant.

……

At the foot of Fengwei Mountain, Zhang Jian led more than a dozen escorted cars to the county seat, and on the other side of the official road, Zhang Kui led the troops to guard the cottage, waiting for the arrival of the second batch of reinforcements from the Zhang family, and tried to transport the goods in the mountains.

The county seat of Fengyang is a few days away from Fengwei Mountain.

Zhang Jian was followed by a batch of oil bottles, which slowed down the progress, and Zhang Jian was not in a hurry.

At this time, all his energy fell on the wind walking technique, with the help of the surplus wind walking charm in his hand, he felt the traces of the wind in the air again and again, and gradually the spiritual power under his feet seemed to penetrate the wind in the void, and his body turned into a wisp of fresh wind, although sometimes it was crooked, but it made him perceive a rhythm.

Zhang Jian knew very early on that the essence of wind is the result of the air being irradiated by sunlight, local air pressure changes, and air movement, that is to say, as long as he tries to perceive the rhythm of changes in air pressure, simulate it many times, and find a certain law, he will definitely be able to speed up his perception of wind movement.

For Zhang Jian, cultivating the immortal system is also a discipline, but this discipline is more advanced than the road of the imperial examination and the road of internal refining of martial artists, and it is obscure.

But as long as you are good at thinking, you will definitely be able to turn those illusory theories into substantive data, and then quickly improve your magic cultivation speed.

Zhang Jian calls this specialization.

Similar to the few warlocks he met before, they were not very professional in Zhang Jian's opinion.

Of course, it can also be said that this is the heart of sincerity, the heart of the Tao, and the words are different.

At this time, Zhang Jian's eyes fluctuated a little, and he figured out the principle of thermal expansion and cold contraction, coupled with the fact that the wind movement technique could properly reduce the influence of gravity on his body, after several attempts, his body gradually began to leave the horse's back, and began to be able to float steadily on a distance of four or five meters above the ground.

In a flash, several wind talismans were attached to his legs and feet, and his body galloped out like an arrow off the string, and his speed was obviously much faster than before.

It's just that you can't get to an exact location.

"It worked!"

In the bushes, Zhang Jian patted the leaves stained on his body, and his eyes were filled with a strong smile.

When this spiritual power is used properly, sometimes the efficiency can be increased many times, and the lethality it can cause is completely different.

At this time, a group of Jianyong looked at this scene, and they were even more shocked.

There have long been rumors in the Zhang family that the Zhang family is a "fairy descending to earth", and the scene in front of him is even more certain.

More than a dozen men were excited at this time, and for such a Zhang family, they could be regarded as subordinates of the 'Qi Immortal', and they were honored.

Zhang Jian ignored the group of self-congratulatory big-headed soldiers, and he was still constantly adjusting his understanding of the 'Wind Walking Technique'.

When the Wind Movement Technique and the Thunder Movement Technique have each reached a certain level, he can try the Wind and Thunder Combination, and the lethality that can be formed at that time will be greatly increased.

At this time, the voice of Ai Ai woke Zhang Jian from a state of high concentration.

"Da Langjun, it's getting late, the brothers are a little tired, can we find a place to rest for the night and make a fire to cook!"

At this time, a veteran named Hu Shan, Zhang Jian remembered the name of this veteran, because among the five hundred soldiers sent by the Zhang family, this veteran was the oldest, and it is said that he served in the imperial court border army when he was young, and he was still a soldier of a hundred battles, but he chose to return to his ancestral land when he was old.

It's just that when he returned, he didn't have any relatives at home, and it happened that the Zhang family was recruiting an escort team, so he joined it, which could be regarded as supporting himself.

Zhang Jian nodded, and immediately the group prepared for the night in a ruined earth temple on the side of the mountain col.

It is a collapsed mountain temple.

It was dilapidated, and the golden body of the mountain god was blown by the wind and rain and was blurred and invisible.

The head of the mountain god also fell to the ground.

However, the place name Zhang Jian is known by Jianyong, and this place is called Fengchao Mountain.

The veteran Hu Shan was extremely talkative, and at this time, while picking up firewood, he lit some dry dead grass to smoke away the mosquitoes, snakes and ants in the temple, and said with a smile. "Da Langjun, I heard the older generation of people mention, Fengchao Mountain really appeared in the phoenix, often people in Fengchao Mountain heard the pleasant birdsong, the sound is very moving, that period of time often have ten miles and eight towns of scholars come here to observe, or meditate!"

"The Fengchao Mountain Temple is not like this at all, the incense was very strong at that time, and a few people with big beams couldn't hug it, my mother still brought me to incense when I was a child?"

Hu Shan's swarthy face was a little memorable, and his face was a little gloomy.

On the edge of the fire, everyone was far away, and the heat wave was overwhelming.

The people only used fire to drive away the wild beasts, but they did not really want to keep out the cold, and the firewood was too blazing on such a midsummer night.

At that moment, You Jianyong couldn't help but ask.

"Old Hu, how did this mountain temple become like this now?"

At this time, when he looked up, the mountain god's golden body fell to the ground, and the ground was full of rubble, which was really infinitely desolate.

Hu Shan casually put down the firewood in his hand and shook his head.

"I don't know, but I heard that something strange happened here, a lot of people died, and everyone was so scared that they didn't dare to come, and my mother didn't allow me to inquire about things here, saying that I was afraid of causing bad things!!"

When the young soldier heard this, he couldn't help but mutter, "Where are there so many ...... Strange! ”

When the words fell, he couldn't help but glance at Zhang Jian's position, at this time a cold wind blew, he couldn't help but tighten the clothes on his body, but he was a little afraid, seeing this scene, many Jianyong laughed.

Beside the bonfire, Zhang Jian also smiled a little.

His gaze swept over the severed head of the mountain god behind him, and with his spiritual sense, he did not perceive any spiritual existence in the broken gold of the mountain god.

After everyone had eaten the dry food, they fell asleep one after another, leaving only a few old guards to keep vigil.

Zhang Jian meditated instead of sleeping, but in the middle of the night, he suddenly opened his eyes.

'Wow'!

He was actually in an instant, and suddenly heard a clear and incomparably clear phoenix chirping!