Back on the flying boat, when his mind was flowing, he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped, his eyes wandered, and suddenly converged on a mountain peak not far away.

At that moment just now, vaguely, there seemed to be a convergence of aura?

The divine consciousness flowed, like a beam of light, and at this moment, it was also focused towards that mountain peak.

Contrary to his expectations, on top of this secular mountain, there was a rather elaborate partition prohibition, isolating a small mountain forest from the outside.

Chu Mu raised his eyebrows, a little curious.

This poor mountain is a remote place, and the aura is thin...... Is there an immortal cultivator who retreats here to practice?

In Jingmen City, he had never heard of this kind of thing.

The world of immortal cultivation is vast, and there are countless immortal cultivators, and there are always monks who don't like chaos.

Now that the immortal cultivation world is in turmoil, there are obviously not a few people who don't want to be involved.

As far as he knew, there were many immortal cultivators who hid in the world in order to avoid the chaos of the immortal world, retreated from the world, and practiced without asking about the world.

Just at a glance, Chu Mu didn't pay too much attention, his mind moved slightly, and the flying boat suspended in the clouds moved slowly.

The flight speed is not fast, it is more like wandering aimlessly.

What Chu Mu didn't notice was that when the flying boat left, in the woods that were cut off by the ban, a woman in a strong suit was looking at the flying boat that had gone away through the ban and prohibition.

It seems that the flying boat in its hidden form did not hide from this woman's eyes.

"Condensation...... Sister Ning, ...... What's going on out there? ”

In the mountains and forests, a weak voice sounded intermittently.

"There was a monk passing by here, and he shouldn't have noticed our ......"

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Talking in the mountains and forests, Chu Mu didn't know, he returned to the cabin, sat cross-legged, and continued to repair the wounds in his body as usual.

Although the injury was serious, it was just a problem for him.

The wound of the divine soul has the soul cleansing pill, and there is the condensation of the divine soul with sword intent day after day.

As for the injuries of the body, although there is no special healing pill, his double cultivation of the Dharma body, the qi and blood are thick, and the injury is healed, it is only a matter of time.

Now that the situation in the Immortal Cultivation Realm is like this, he is not in a hurry.

In the battle of Jingmen, the situation in the Great Chu Immortal Realm changed greatly.

The impact will inevitably last for a long, long time.

Under such influence, the process of order collapse and reconstruction, the immortal cultivation world, will inevitably be extremely chaotic.

It's also good to recuperate and heal, and to avoid the limelight by the way.

His mind flowed, and his attention slowly converged on the injuries in his body.

Between the flow of mana, the aura slowly gathered, and this flying boat, under the hidden form, also drifted aimlessly between the heavens, just like a moving cave.

The mountains stretch over time, from lush greenery to bleak under the wind and snow.

It's early spring again, and the vitality returns, and it's lush again.

Time flies, nearly a spring and autumn, under the slow progress of this flying boat, it is also quietly passed.

……

Jijiabao is located in the northeast of the Nanshan Mountains, in a mountain range called Guling.

The castle is built on a hill, and in addition to the majestic city walls, the countless buildings that stretch over the hills are also clearly visible.

The flying boat has been included in the storage ring, and the prosperity has also changed its form, Chu Mu stood at the foot of the mountain, looking at the majestic castle in front of him, his eyes moved slightly.

Guling Ji's family, he had heard about it before, and he had also inquired about it.

Guling Ji's family, he had heard about it before, and he had also inquired about it.

The reason why I have an understanding of the Yi Xiu Immortal Family is because this Guling Ji family is quite similar to the original Jade Emperor Sun family.

The ancestors of the Ji family, like the original Sun family, all married a powerful daughter, and it was because of this relationship that the existence of the Guling Ji family existed.

If not, the location of Guling next to Nanshan is equivalent to the side of the Li family's couch in Nanshan, and how can others be allowed to sleep soundly.

After the establishment of the Zhengdao League, Guling is located in the hinterland of the Zhengdao League, adjacent to the Xie family in East Lake, a corner of peace, and the sense of existence is basically equivalent to nothing.

With the defeat of Jingmen and the loss of East Lake, the Zhengdao League was forcibly divided into two.

Guling Ji's family, this remote corner of the place, has obviously become unusual.

In the past year or so, in the Righteous Dao League, the importance of Guling has jumped almost in a straight line, which is equivalent to another Jingmen City in the Righteous Dao League, a bridgehead blocking the Immortal Sect.

As far as normality is concerned, this seems to be in line with common sense and the evolution of the situation after the Battle of Jingmen.

But obviously, the secular set of geographical topography theories is completely inapplicable to this war in the immortal cultivation world.

After all, in the battle of Jingmen, the Righteous Path Alliance fell to several Yuan Infant powers, and the top-level combat power, according to common sense, should have been completely unbalanced.

In the Immortal Cultivation Realm, the top combat power is completely unbalanced, so it should ...... It's the same as destruction.

But according to what he heard, since the Jingmen fiasco, although the Righteous Dao Alliance has been divided into two, it has not been wiped out by the autumn wind of the Immortal Sect.

Instead, once again, an eerie balance of confrontation was formed.

What happened in between, is unknown.

But in fact, it seems to be true.

The Guling Jijiabao in front of you, adjacent to the East Lake, can still exist to this day, which seems to be the best proof of the facts.

He felt his body slightly, and in more than a year, all his injuries were healed.

After a little silence, he walked towards the castle.

In the same vein as Jingmen at the beginning, the patrol and vigilance system, the arrangement of the forbidden formation, and everything made Chu Mu feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The hustle and bustle of the city, large areas of secular buildings still remain, and even many secular mortals can be seen.

In the shops along the street, you can also see many secular mortals working in them, and even the owners of some shops are secular mortals.

It seems to be a very strange scene, but in this season's Jiabao, it is also ordinary.

As far as he knew, the Ji family had not been established for a long time, and it had only been more than two hundred years in total, and the population was still scarce, and the whole clan had only hundreds of thousands of people in total.

Of this population base, there are at most a few thousand people with spiritual roots, and among these thousands of people, 99 percent are bound to be poorly qualified.

With such a short period of time to establish a clan, coupled with the sparse population, the Ji family is naturally still in a wanton reproduction, immortal and mortal, under the effect of family affection and bloodline, naturally there is no too obvious boundary.

It is also normal for immortals to live together.

After the existence of the Ji family is extended, after hundreds of years, the population base will expand, and the blood and family relationship will naturally fade under the reproduction from generation to generation.

What follows is obviously like other families that have been heirlooms for a long time, immortals and mortals, insurmountable.

Walking on the street, the conversation about the battle of Jingmen can still be heard.

He casually walked into a restaurant on the side of the street, and according to his understanding, such a restaurant was generally the favorite gathering place for low-level monks.

In such a place, the slightest wind blows, and it spreads.

At the time of this upheaval, he had been in retreat for a year to heal his wounds, and now he wanted to find out the news, this restaurant was obviously the best place to go......

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(End of chapter)