The wind hunts, and patches of grassland pass under their feet.

Jiang Ding's divine sense swept across the four directions, constantly collecting and recording the various styles, languages, and customs of the Northern Plains, and comparing them with the memories of the Heavenly Madness Daoist, the Thousand Snake Lady and others.

On the grassland, from time to time, there are tribes and felt tents, and people drive cattle and sheep to live in water and grass.

Occasionally, a small hill is seen in Skyrim.

The timber from the mountains can be used as fuel, the skeleton of felt tents, bows and arrows, and tree bark as ropes...... It's a matter of life and death.

Jiang Ding's divine sense swept over and found that the abrupt hill in the grassland seemed to have the effect of gathering aura, and the concentration of auras was higher than elsewhere, so the animals and plants in it grew better.

This natural phenomenon of gathering spirits has the potential to give birth to spiritual veins.

After more than ten days of silently rushing in the sky, a little bulge appeared on the earth, and a majestic mountain city appeared in the sky.

It is made of boulders, rough and tall, more than 30 meters high, almost beyond the limits of ordinary human ability.

Suddenly appeared on the grassland.

The holy city of Montenegro!

It is a sacred place in the hearts of all the herdsmen and priests and warriors in the nearby vast grasslands, and it is sung that even if they die, they should pray in this direction and pray to the immortal heavens for the riches of the next life.

Around the Holy City, there are all kinds of fields, on which wheat, millet and other crops are grown, and the soil is sufficient, and the production mode of partial cultivation has been restored, and the growth is very vigorous, which does not correspond to the barren grassland.

"A second-order lower grade spiritual vein......"

Jiang Ding's divine sense swept over and found the root of all this.

"There are a few foundation building monks, but they didn't escape, they still stayed in the lair, it seems that what Han Lin said about the rout of the Righteous Demon Alliance is not the truth."

……

"Drink!"

"Brother Heng, I can't wait for a drunk today!"

In the most palatial palace of the royal palace, this generation of black tart khans carefully accompanied and toasted, but they were too strong to drink, and after drinking a little wine, their faces were flushed, swaying, and there was a faint urge to vomit.

"You go out."

A foundation building monk who showed a strong chest frowned, flicked his sleeves, and threw him out, leaving only the hall full of warblers and swallows collected from all over the grassland, drinking with the other two foundation building monks.

"It's Khan's fault."

The Black Tart Khan smiled again and again, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and retreated step by step in the face of the main hall, and only turned around and left after a long time.

The sound of silk and bamboo drums in the main hall, the sound of beautiful laughter is still the same, and from time to time there is the sound of laughter and wheezing.

After a long time, the wheezing quieted down a little.

"Brother Heng, although this Khan is a mortal, he is from a descendant, I am so contemptuous, it will be fine, right?"

A white-faced and beardless man pushed away several beauties on his body, a little worried.

"No matter how direct he is, he's just a mortal, and no one cares about him."

Without waiting for Sturdy Zhuji to answer, another thin monk disagreed, and showed a slight sneer: "Besides, the Great Ri Sect will call at some point, and we will all die, what is the point of these lineages?" ”

"Descendant, hehe."

"Don't say that."

The white-faced monk frowned, pinched the spell, and one by one ant-like runes flew out of his hand and fell into the eyebrows of the beauties around him.

Some people are ignorant, some people are terrified, and they realize something.

"Let's drink!"

"My path is already like this, Jin Dan is hopeless, what do you want to do with this?"

The man named Brother Heng didn't answer the words of the two, but just gulped down the wine and hugged several beauties around him, causing a burst of screams.

Suddenly, in the palace, three foundation building monks, and many beauties had stiff movements and confused eyes.

After a few breaths, it was back to normal.

The sound of gasping and laughter is endless, and she continues to be drunk and dreaming of death.

……

"I've located the Beast Spirit Fairy City."

"The three of them, they don't know much."

Jiang Ding flipped through the memories of the three Hei Clan's side gods: "In their hearts, this war has been going on for nearly two hundred years, and from time to time, there are monks from the Great Sun Sect lurking in, destroying and killing, and the foundation building monks who guard the Holy City of Black Mountain will die every few years. ”

"In recent years, it's no different."

"The level is too low, and even if there is a big change, they don't know."

After five or six days of traveling, the concentration of the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth suddenly rose, and immortal cultivators began to appear in the exchanges, and the foundation building qi cultivators encountered them from time to time.

Law and order is quite chaotic.

Interception, ambush, killing and grabbing treasures, these often happen, the internal battles of the scattered cultivators, the battles with the big and small families, and the battles with the side descendants of the Hei clan, it is useless to show their identities, the war has lasted too long, and all aspects are showing signs of collapse and out of control.

The barren spiritual field, the Spirit Tree Garden is seen from time to time, and the grassroots production in the immortal cultivation world is almost stagnant.

At this time, farming is to make wedding dresses for others, and let yourself become a fat sheep in the eyes of many cultivators.

Fight, death.

Flesh and soul were included in the magic weapons, and they were not wasted at all.

Jiang Ding watched all this quietly, hiding his figure.

If no one sees and no one intersects, there will be no cause and effect and trouble, just a passerby.

After another seven or eight days, the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth rose one step again, barely reaching the appearance of a miniature spiritual vein, and this was the case everywhere.

"This aura concentration ......"

Jiang Ding calculated: "If the Hei Clan does not have the means to influence and regulate the aura of heaven and earth across a super-large area like the Immortal Gate, then, in each spirit vein node, there should be many second- and third-order spirit veins, and the probability of the existence of fourth-order spirit veins is very high. ”

"Give me three or four days, and you should be able to calculate the location where there may be a fourth-order spirit vein."

"Of course, you don't have to be so troublesome, you can just ask someone."

After three or four days, the Jindan monks began to come and go from time to time in the surroundings.

Along the way, the third-order spirit veins had been encountered five or six times, and the density was very high.

The chaotic order that was almost collapsing began to be restored in this vicinity, and the Hei Clan monks were once again the object of everyone's respect, no one dared to mess with them, and the production activities in Lingtian, the mine, and the Linghu were still maintained.

"Immortal cultivators, that's good."

Jiang Ding praised: "The Beiyuan family has ruled for almost 10,000 years, right?" Still can't enslave them ideologically like mortals, coax them when it's time to coax, and once they have the opportunity, they will immediately turn into hungry wolves. ”

"It's not unreasonable for Blood Flowing Cloud and others to exist."

In the distance, a terrifying black city appeared in the sky, even if it was hundreds of kilometers apart, he could still faintly feel the coercion that leaked out of it, and Monk Jindan trembled in his heart when he saw it.

"Animal Spirit Fairy City, this is it."

Jiang Ding's footsteps paused.

"The place where the Hei clan has been operating for thousands of years, relying on the fourth-order spirit vein, I don't know how many protective formations and traps have been laid, in the immortal city, it is possible for the Crow True Monarch to cross the level and fight."

"Find a place and wait."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

"It can be for years and decades, and in this turbulent era, it is impossible for him not to go out for a long time."

"The super battleship can monitor a radius of 1,000 kilometers, and kill him when you go out."

(End of chapter)