Princess Xuanji, the bloodline of Shenzong, is also his youngest daughter, but unfortunately died young.

According to historical records, in the seventy-third year of the Tianli calendar, the young lord daughter Ji Xue died, and the emperor was sad and buried in the north.

"Princess Xuanji......

Li Mo went deep into the tomb and looked at the records on the wall, looking in a trance.

Time spans 3,000 years, and only the Divine Sect can be dominant.

That man is known as the strongest man in the world, with a peerless demeanor, spanning ancient and modern, perhaps because of this, he has aroused the fear of God.

He has few heirs, his blood is thin, Princess Xuanji was obtained by Shenzong in his later years, and is regarded as the pearl of his palm, but unfortunately he died young.

At that time, Li Zu turned into Xuangen, Han Qi entered the ruins, and Jiang Wudemon traveled the world...... The river is lonely, the old people are withering, and the death of Princess Xuanji is not a small grief for the Shenzong in his later years.

"Shenzong gave a very grand funeral, placed it in the northern barren hills, and even set up thirty-six doubtful mounds, just to prevent future generations from disturbing the long sleep of his hard-working little girl......"

The ghost mother couldn't help sighing, and at this point, she paused slightly, and her eyes became strange when she looked at Li Mo.

"Who would have thought that more than 300 years ago, Princess Xuanji's tomb was still dug up by people who lacked virtue......"

"This ......"

Li Mo pursed his lips, revealing a hint of embarrassment, he knew that the ghost mother was naturally pointing at the black sword.

But there is no way, this is really the professional field of Black Sword.

The ancestral tombs of the major mountain gates, the ancestral tombs of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and the ancestral tombs of the Zhenguo Mansion...... Which one has not been patronized by him?

In terms of cultivation strength, Black Sword may not be the number one master in three hundred years, but in the realm of tomb robbing, he is enough to be called an ancestral master.

There are 100,000 barren hills in the north, and he has robbed countless graves, and even today's tomb robbery industry is so prosperous, the source is also opened from him.

Because of this, the Black Sword Thief Emperor's Mausoleum seems to be earth-shattering, but it is actually reasonable.

"The Black Sword Covets the Bloodline of the Divine Sect ......"

The ghost mother's words changed, and her expression became solemn.

"This person is very powerful, back then he wanted to use the dragon veins of the North Mountain, absorb the luck of the north, and create a terrifying creature that can dominate the north."

"Lord of the North!?" Li Mo said in a deep voice.

As early as the Poison King Mountain, he had already seen that the bottomless pit turned into a coiled intestine was the product of the Lord of the North.

"Not bad!" The ghost mother nodded.

This dragon vein in Beibi Mountain was originally a true dragon vein, although time has changed, but it is not trivial.

If it is activated and carried by the body, it will be able to absorb the luck of the north and stand on the ground.

"The dragon veins of Beibi Mountain have been deep for a long time, and they are already Xuanyin True Evil, if you want to activate it and refine the Lord of Beibi, you must gather a little pure yang in it, just like a dragon ball...... Forming a pattern of real dragons spitting pearls......"

Speaking of this, a solemn look appeared on the ghost mother's face.

"It's just that the world is vast, and not everyone can carry such a pattern......"

"So the black sword fell in love with the bloodline ......of the Divine Sect," Li Mo suddenly realized.

Princess Xuanji, who is the son of the true dragon, is buried in the Beibi Mountain, invisibly combined with this Xuanyin dragon vein, if she can transform into pure yang and become the "dragon ball", forming a pattern of real dragon spit pearls, you can take advantage of the luck of the north.

The ghost mother's [Ten Thousand Ghosts Dragon Coffin] is refined according to this idea, ten thousand ghosts condense into a dragon coffin, into the vein of Xuanyin, and itself is the pure yang dragon ball.

"The idea of the black sword is crazy...... In fact, when he was returning to the ruins, he saw such an idea from Han Qi's notes, but he put it into action......"

The ghost mother said in a deep voice: "But he underestimated the bloodline of the Divine Sect, and also underestimated the mystery of the corpse......"

"So......" Li Mo's heart moved, and he had already guessed the next development.

"He didn't condense the 'Dragon Ball' from Princess Xuanji's corpse, but he attracted an unprecedented creature to be born from the shed skin."

"Beisha Xuanzhuang!"

Next to him, Gu Changan, who had been listening for a long time, couldn't help but say.

"Shizun has just been born and only has an ignorant consciousness, but the black sword has already sensed that something is wrong, but when he wants to suppress it, Shizun relies on the terrain of the northern mountains...... "The ghost mother said in a deep voice.

"At that time, the master had no magical powers, so she could only dodge the black sword, and later she transformed three times and cut off her skin three times before she became a demon fairy."

"But when she turned her head to seek revenge on the Black Sword, the latter was gone." The ghost mother couldn't help sighing.

Every time she heard Beisha Xuanzhuang talk about this past, the latter gritted her teeth and hated it.

"It's worthy of the bloodline of the Divine Sect, and he almost became the lord of the north, and he is un......defeated in the north of the sky," Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

Han Qi's talent, the means of the black sword, and the bloodline of the Divine Sect were all unable to condense the [Pure Yang Dragon Ball] from the [Northern Xuanyin Dragon Vein] to form a pattern of true dragon spitting pearls, which was really a pity.

"The black sword is defeated by the number of days, he said that the stars in the north are moving, obscure, there will be a king in three hundred years, and there will be a great religion in three hundred years......"

"What he did was just the wrong time...... Maybe that [Pure Yang Dragon Ball] has already been born, but it is not yet the time of the present world......"

"One day, its true owner will appear on this land and reign over the north......"

The ghost mother whispered slowly, and her beautiful eyes flashed with a complicated look.

The Pure Yang Dragon Ball is the lifeblood of the 100,000 barren hills in the north, and whoever can hold that pure yang will be able to gain insight into the heavens, activate the Xuanyin Dragon Vein, and take advantage of the luck of the north.

It's just that such a great creation doesn't know when and to whom it will fall.

"You just said that [Beisha Xuanzhuang] once cut himself three times and shed his skin three times!?"

At this moment, Li Mo suddenly asked.

"Not bad...... Those three are now the masters of the [Hall of Life and Death]...... It is also the will second only to the Northern Evil Xuanzhuang. The ghost mother said in a deep voice.

The competition for the coffin was presided over by the Hall of Life and Death.

The disciples of the Beisha Xuanzhuang Sect, whoever can enter the [Hall of Life and Death] and occupy the third coffin position can become the inheritor of Beibi Mountain.

"This is it...... This tomb is the place where the master turns into a demon...... If you cultivate here, you may be able to comprehend something. ”

The ghost mother took the generals to the deepest part of this tomb, and on weekdays, no second person is allowed to set foot in this place except for her.

Now, the ghost mother can be said to have dedicated Mangdang Mountain without reservation.

"General, whether you can succeed or not depends on your own creation."

Li Mo whispered softly, what he can help is over here, if the generals can't fuse the black treacherous soil and refine it into the [Nine Burial Coffins], then there is no need to think about the next thing.

"I understand!"

The general nodded, his expression was slightly condensed, and he walked into the closed tomb alone.

"That's right......"

As the huge stone slowly fell, Li Mo raised his eyebrows, as if he remembered something.

"What?" The ghost mother asked subconsciously.

"That's not right......"

"You just said that the Northern Demon Xuanqi once beheaded himself three times and shed his skin three times......

Li Mo was silent for a moment, and then spoke: "Didn't Princess Xuanji's corpse turn into a demon once she also shed her skin once?" ”

"Huh!?"

The ghost mother was stunned for a moment, and then showed a thoughtful look.

She hadn't really thought about it.

"I don't know exactly what happened to the master......

The ghost mother shook her head, unwilling to say more on this topic.

"I've arranged a place for you to live, so let's settle down here for the time being."

As she spoke, the ghost mother withdrew with Li Mo and Gu Changan.

Meanwhile.

The vast dark night will reced, the bright moon will fall in the west, and the east will reveal a touch of fish belly white.

"Twitter...... Twitter......"

Beside the cold mountain stream, the sound of a belly screaming caused the insects in the grass to "laugh", and a little firefly flew up, illuminating the girl's face.

"Goo, you're hungry again!?"

Tang Beixuan turned around and looked at the girl with an embarrassed face.

This is the girl he took in in the broken temple that day, at first, Tang Beixuan wanted to take it to a place where people lived, so he put it down.

Who would have thought that this girl was ignorant, she didn't even know her own life, and she stuck to him like a plaster.

Tang Beixuan couldn't, so he could only take it with him.

After getting along for a while, Tang Beixuan found that this girl's food was amazing, and her stomach was rumbling almost all the time.

That's why he gave it the name "Goo".

"Come, let's take care of the water first."

Tang Beixuan couldn't help but smile bitterly and handed over the gourd that had just filled the stream.

Cooing and nodding his head, he turned out to be a gourd, and he raised his head to drink, without the slightest girlish reserve.

Airplanes......

Tang Bei Xuanling pointed at the void, drew a talisman in the air, the golden streamer was running, and in the floating void, a golden phantom came out of it, wearing a yellow scarf on his head, and his body was burly, like a spirit martial god award.

"Go catch a rabbit...... Come on, tigers. ”

As soon as the words fell, the golden phantom flew up and went straight into the mountain, and a moment later a miserable tiger roar was heard.

At that moment, Goo suddenly stood up and stared north.

The vast night has not completely receded, and only the shadows of the mountains can be seen faintly in the hazy mist.

"Over this mountain, there are 100,000 barren hills in the north."

Tang Beixuan sat on the big bluestone and lit a bonfire, the beating fire illuminated his face, and the "turtle and snake" mark on the corner of his clothes was particularly conspicuous.

"Beibei...... Beipi ......"

Coo's eyes lit up and she murmured, her gaze fixed on the distance to the north, as if she could no longer move.

"What's wrong?" Tang Beixuan asked casually.

"I think I've been here before...... Long ago...... ...... a long time ago"

The words of the weak mosquito silk fell faintly, and in an instant they were drowned in the whistling mountain wind.

……

There is no time in the mountains.

Li Mo took Gu Chang'an to live in [Mangdang Mountain], not because of anything else, mainly to guard the generals.

Although the ghost mother has behaved extremely obediently since she was defeated in the hands of Li Mo, she is not her own person after all, and Li Mo is not at ease.

If the general is gone at this critical moment, then he will lose a lot.

On weekdays, it's quite leisurely, and the ghost mother occasionally visits the door to discuss with Li Mo about spiritual problems.

I have to say that the ghost mother is worthy of being a demon fairy disciple, although her strength is no match for Li Mo, but her theoretical level is extremely high, and many points of view make Li Mo feel suddenly enlightened.

"You are really diligent and love the people, and you let the little scorpion send official business here every day."

On this day, Li Mo watched Gu Changan buried in the official document and couldn't help but ridicule.

Gu Changan raised his head, glanced at him obliquely, and said indifferently: "How did you do an errand in the capital in the first place?" ”

"Don't say it, let me guess ......"

"Mix!"

"How can you say that about me!?" Li Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm also a serious court official......

Before he finished speaking, Li Mo's eyes lit up, but he was attracted by the content of a letter.

"Yun Feilai Inn has reopened!?"

"Tsk...... I haven't had time to taste their [abalone stewed loach] yet...... Is there anything special about reopening? ”

"There's more to play...... If you deposit one hundred taels of silver in advance, you can get one hundred draw......s" Gu Changan said casually: "I was originally invited to attend the opening ceremony, but I missed ......"

"A hundred draws? Is it a lottery? ”

"Whipping ......, of course"

"Huh!?"

Li Mo was slightly stunned, and his expression became strange.

"Young people, someone is good for this...... I haven't seen it. Gu Changan grinned and looked at Li Mo with some ambiguity.

"Say what? I haven't seen anything before!? ”

Li Mo put down the letter and said lightly.

"Where are you going?"

Gu Changan looked at Li Mo's back and couldn't help but ask.

"I'm going out for a walk, I'm about to get sick, and I don't know when the little zombie will be able to get out......"

As he spoke, Li Mo left the cave and left Mangdang Mountain.

On the long and narrow mountain road, there is not a single human figure.

In the barren hills in the north, there are more tombs than trees, and there are more ghosts than people, especially in the hinterland, it is indeed difficult to see human figures, and occasionally I see them are also tomb robbers.

Li Mo was wandering alone in the mountains, and before he knew it, a heavy fog had risen in front of him, white as snow, and as thick as smoke.

"Huh!?"

Li Mo frowned, waved his hand to stir the mist, he stepped out, his body was like a ghost, and he rushed out of the fog miasma.

The mountain stream flows, but it is another scene, a peach forest in front of you is in front of you, the fragrant grass is delicious, the fallen flowers are colorful, the forest is exhausted of the water source, you will get a mountain, the mountain has a small mouth, as if there is light.

"Where the dead are buried, there is still such a scene......"

Li Mo couldn't help but wonder, the scenery here is completely different from the secluded Mangdang Mountain.

He was about to step forward, but he saw a pavilion beside the stream, in which sat an old man in a green shirt, with a thin figure and a peaceful face, but his deep eyes were shining with great vitality, and he looked brighter and more energetic than a young man.

At this moment, the old man in the green shirt also seemed to notice Li Mo, and a look of astonishment obviously appeared on his face, and he immediately lifted the bamboo stick in his hand, and beckoned to Li Mo at the same time.

"There are really people ......"

Li Mo muttered in his heart, and couldn't help but step forward.

In the elegant pavilion, there is only one old man in green shirt, and a pot of new tea is boiling on the stone table.

"Young people...... It's not easy to meet by chance in the mountains......" The old man in the green shirt looked Li Mo up and down, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Old man, where are you from, why are you here?"

Li Mo couldn't help but be suspicious, not everyone can come to the 100,000 barren hills in the north, even if they are tomb robbers, they will not be alone, let alone at such an age.

"Passing by here, resting here." The old man in the green shirt said casually.

"Dare to ask what the old man is called? Is there no one around you to follow? Li Mo asked.

"Salutation ......"

The old man in the green shirt paused slightly, and his deep eyes were filled with a touch of brilliance.

"My name is Zhou Yin!"