It was not the first time Zhang Yu had come to the Ansan Mountains, but at that time, it was the teacher who took him to enter from the northern river pass, and five years later, he returned to Duhufu from the lower reaches of the Dan River, basically all of them traveled east of Ansan, but the western foot of Ansan Mountain never came.

The situation here is very different from that in the east, both in terms of climate and geography.

However, the west of Ansan is considered to be within the territory of the Metropolitan Protectorate, and although there are still endless beasts and strange monsters, as well as indigenous barbarians of unknown origin, it is much safer than the eastern side.

As he walked towards the heights of the mountain, his breathing felt a little sluggish, but after a slight adjustment, the sensation quickly subsided, and there was no more discomfort after that.

However, when he sat down, the horse seemed to become a little weaker, and he deliberately fed some crushed pills, let go of the reins and let them go, and then slowly recovered.

After another two days of trekking, he led his horse and walked along a ridge, where the Goddess Peak still stood in the distance, and did not seem to shrink a little.

Looking at the magnificent and lonely figure, he couldn't help but think in his heart, the Tianxia beacon tower on the goddess peak, I believe that very few people have seen it, but in a sense, this can be regarded as the spiritual symbol of the Duhu Mansion.

However, Zang Shu said that some people wanted to overthrow it and sever the connection between the capital and the Tianxia mainland, which probably did represent the thoughts of some people.

Sixty years ago, the upper echelons of the Imperial Protectorate changed greatly, and power was redistributed, but this did not conform to the etiquette system of Tianxia, and when Tianxia returned, they would definitely worry that they would be liquidated.

And the Divine Captain Army must not want to see Tianxia return, because that means that they will once again become slaves of the Xuanfu.

Those heretists are naturally unwilling, if the summer comes, no matter what god you are, you will be suppressed again.

Obviously, the one who is struggling to maintain the name of the Imperial Protectorate and the old rules should be the orthodox faction led by the Xuanfu and the Taiyang Academy.

Although Zhang Yu didn't agree with some of the ways of the Academy Palace and the Xuanfu, in fact, the existence of the Xuanfu itself did maintain the stability of the Duhu Mansion.

Compared to those cultivators and cultists who cultivated Hun Zhang, what the Xuanfu did was at least on the side of thousands of people, whether it was opening a kindergarten or going around to protect the safety of the people in the territory of the Protectorate.

It can be said that those monks who cultivate Hun Zhang are not even as good as the Divine Captain Army, and even if the Divine Captain Army is arrogant, under the current constraints of the Metropolitan Protectorate, they have at least contributed to maintaining the order of the Metropolitan Protectorate.

If the Duhu Mansion was separated from Tianxia, whether it was the Xenothetic cultists gaining power or those cultivators who cultivated the Hun Chapter gaining power, the Xuanfu would be the target of their eradication, and at that time, not to mention the suffering of the people, he would also lose the way to learn the higher Dao Chapters.

So no matter what, he had to try to stop him.

It's just that to do that, he needs more strength and a higher status.

At this time he climbed over a ridge again, and looked at the rolling mountains in the distance, a layer of dark thick clouds fell on the blue-gray mountain surface, and the golden grass covered the originally brown soil slope with a thin layer of lichen, and above the clear blue sky, there were eagles hovering endlessly.

While he was watching, the horse suddenly walked a few steps closer to him, and after thinking about it, he took out a handful of secret bean feed from the bag and fed it to the horse.

After feeding, when he was about to take a step, he suddenly felt something strange in his heart, and turned his head to look, but there was nothing behind him, and when he turned his eyes, he saw a sharp-horned goat jumping on the opposite cliff, and from time to time he turned his head to look at him.

His heart fluttered, and he changed his mind, and as if nothing had happened, he continued to lead the horse forward.

Shortly after he left, behind a rock, a small figure poked its head out to look at him, and then with a swift scurry, it disappeared again.

Zhang Yu walked and stopped, and from time to time he would walk around to observe, and he found that after gradually going deeper into this mountain plain, he could pick up some stones that had obviously been polished by hand from time to time, and he thought to himself: "It seems that there is nothing wrong with this road." ”

After walking slowly for half a day, he climbed a high slope again, and a lake appeared in front of him, but the lake was muddy, and in the rocky potholes inside, boiling water bubbles were bubbling at the Bobo, and the steaming heat kept drifting over the lake.

His eyes lit up, and after looking around, he walked towards the narrower upper end of the lake, and soon saw some broken steps, half-buried rubble tablets, and shards of pottery that looked like tributes.

He walked to the stele and rubbed it gently, the originally hard stone looked very corroded, but there were still a lot of deeply carved handwriting. After trying to decipher it, he was in high spirits, looked up at all sides, and said, "That's right, this should be the legendary 'Fury Spring'." ”

The "Fountain of Fury" was actually a geothermal spring in his opinion, and the ancient natives believed that it was caused by the wrath of the gods, although this may have been true in the era when the land was full of gods.

In the documents he looked through, it was written that on the way to the altar to worship, if there was a person who bathed in the fountain of rage without dying or being harmed, it was a truly devout person, who could become the guardian of the gods and be allowed to pass on his bloodline.

Although this has attracted countless warriors to try, there are always a few lucky ones, and I don't know how many bones of people who try to become heroes have piled up under this fountain of anger.

And to find this place is to walk on the right path to the altar.

He looked up and saw a snow-covered peak in front of him, and if he wasn't mistaken, his goal should be beneath the peak.

Since it was relatively warm, there was a water source, and the terrain was very flat, and he had only been in a hurry for the past few days, and he had not regulated his breath, so he decided to stay here for one night, recover his condition, and go there again tomorrow.

He searched around and found a high ground, fortunately, there was also a relatively intact stone platform here, and the view was very wide, and he could clearly see everything moving under the mountain.

So he chose to sit down here, put Xia Jian on his lap, took out the next Yuan Yuan Dan suit, and breathed out with a deep breath, and quickly fell into silence.

After a night of breathing, he felt that his mental and physical strength had recovered to a full state, perhaps because of a battle he had experienced a few days ago, and even Shen Yuan had faintly increased.

He got up, washed up, and got back on his way.

It's just that then, I went around this mountain for two days in a row, but I didn't get anything.

On the third day, he walked up a high peak, and as he was looking, there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes, and he realized that it was the reflection of some metal object. I immediately followed this, and sure enough, there was a dilapidated ruin in sight, but most of them were buried in the mud and rubble, and some of them were difficult to distinguish.

He exhaled.

Got it!

After noting down the location, he descended the peak, and after only half a day, he came to the ruins. It's just that when they got here, the horses wouldn't move forward anyway.

So he let it go and stepped in by himself.

As soon as he stepped on this ruin, he faintly smelled a bloody smell at the end of his nose.

He didn't find it strange, but more excited, because it was the remnants of the mass death of the spiritual monster, which just showed that he was looking for the right place.

He walked in it alone, surrounded by crumbling buildings, all in the style of the Odézo of the Idians.

In fact, before the arrival of the Idians, it was a place where the indigenous people of this continent worshipped many gods and built magnificent temples. Every year, a large number of spiritual creatures are killed on the altar here to sacrifice to the gods.

It wasn't until the Yidi people came that they knocked down and buried the temple here, killed the sacrifices, imprisoned and suppressed the alien gods, and built a temple belonging to the Yidi people on it, which was also an important reason for the subsequent god war.

After the fall of the Idians, their temple also collapsed in the earthquake that destroyed the island, and there is no record of it since, except for some oral legends.

Zhang Yu also saw some ancient bark books among the tribes east of Anshan, and was able to know this location, but the specific location was only roughly determined after reading a large number of documents in Xuanwentang.

The further he walked deeper into the ruins, the heavier the smell of blood he could smell, but it also provided him with a clear location in disguise. Only he seemed to have a feeling at this time, behind some buildings, there seemed to be a figure hiding there, peeking at him with malicious intentions.

He turned the seal of "Zha Sound", straightened his mind, suppressed these negativity, and as he continued to walk in, when he reached a tall dirt slope, a familiar heat rushed to his face!

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