Three thousand miles north is the Buried Bone River.

Hundreds of years ago, there were many sects and families on the territory of Kyushu, but they were never unified. There are often disputes and frictions between sectarian families, and several sects that have been overwhelmed by greed and anger have raised the strength of their entire sects and thrown their disciples into flesh and blood mills until they die and the sect is destroyed.

The mountains of flesh and bones are piled up, and this has a river of bones that makes people talk about it.

Hundreds of years of time are like arrows, and the Buried Bone River is no longer the terrifying name of the bloody sweet blood that was still heard hundreds of miles away, and the descendants of ninety percent of the descendants in the Kyushu Immortal Cultivation World can only glimpse some of the past of the Buried Bone River in the classics or rumors that are difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and only know that there are countless treasures in it, but it is difficult to know the danger.

There are many people who enter the river, and few people who go out of the river.

Chang Xi, who ascended to the sky with a sword, swayed the sea of clouds with the wind, and the long sword under his feet dragged the golden and blue rainbow across the sky, and the horror of the speed could make ordinary Jindan realm monks out of reach, and only the Shenjun Eagle who was wearing a black fox Qiu could walk side by side with his master effortlessly.

Chang Xi pushed aside the clouds and mist in front of him, and the mountains and ravines that spanned more than thousands of miles were like a hideous giant beast that chose people to devour, crouching on the map of Huizhou. The colorful poisonous miasma over the Buried Bone River was gradually dissipating, and he couldn't help but sigh again, Hetu was really like a god.

"Ah Ying, you can just hover over the Buried Bone River to be on guard, if someone wants to hit you, you can beat it, and if you can't beat it, come to me, you know?"

Chang Xi touched the golden eagle flying on his side, Ah Ying picked up a blood food pill in his palm and swallowed it, his little eyes narrowed into a slit, and the eagle flew into the clouds above the Buried Bone River with a sigh.

Chang Xi's sword fell slowly, and this is a fang market ten miles away from the Buried Bone River.

There are many scattered cultivators who have no sect or sect in the market, and there are also some disciples of the sect who go out to experience and find opportunities. The Buried Bone River is famous, and the output is also varied, and it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity, and the market here provides a place for them to trade with each other.

Most of the markets are bartered, and it is easy to set their hands and settle their own destiny. Some people have made a lot of money with their old spicy eyesight and courage, and naturally there are also fledgling young people who think they have found the pearl of dust, so much so that they even lose their pants.

After many years of development, the scale has been the size of an ordinary village, and in recent days, the poisonous miasma has gradually dispersed, whether it is a loose cultivator or a disciple of the sect, everyone has the idea of going into Sichuan to hunt for treasure and get rich overnight, which has made the Fang City, which was quite deserted in the past, rejuvenated. The streets in the city are well planned, the shops on both sides are lined up, the style is simple and down-to-earth, and the sound of bargaining is endless.

Seeing a shop specializing in the topographic map of the Buried Bone River, a wooden sign erected in front of the shop was polished, and the words "time-honored" were depicted with the pretentious Dan vermilion lacquer dragon flying phoenix dance, Chang Xi sighed and walked into the store.

"What does this senior need? Our store is a time-honored brand in the city that specializes in the map of the Buried Bone River, this store ranks second, no one dares to rank first, the real child is not bullied, the predecessor wants a copy?"

The fat shopkeeper, who was bored and turned the two copper balls in his palm, saw that there was business coming to the door, and his little eyes suddenly lit up. After the ups and downs of the business field, he has practiced the vicious ability to recognize people, looking at this senior's makeup is not like an ordinary character, others with swords he probably sneered at is a showmanship, but now the sword on his waist is making his fat body tremble, how dare he slack off half a point?

Chang Xi didn't respond, picked up a sheepskin roll tied with red rope in front of the stall and spread it out, on which was drawn a general topographic map of the Buried Bone River.

Chang Xi frowned and said, "Why do you use sheepskin instead of jade rubbing?"

The fat shopkeeper wiped the beads of sweat on his head and said with a wry smile: "The cost of using jade slips is too high, and most of the kind of businesses we do are small profits and quick turnover. ”

Chang Xi is also a person who has lived a hard life, and his jaw head expresses his understanding and continues to look at the map.

The fat shopkeeper Luo Changxi stood by his side one step at a time, looking at the black fox Qiu in front of him who was far more than a thousand gold, and felt a little anxious, why didn't the seniors pay for it?

Chang Xi pondered for a long time.

Although the map of the Buried Bone River in the library of Chengfu is a little more detailed than the one in front of him, it is only a fraction of a centimeter. When he stepped on the Heavenly Dragon Head and came to resist the wind, he could see that there were many black clouds rolling above the Buried Bone River, and it was difficult for his eyes to reach the clouds, and he didn't need to think about it to know that there must be a sinister place below.

The two maps were secretive about their situation, and the only words they had were dry and unnutritious warnings.

As soon as the damp agave blooms in fifty years, the mother plant dies, and it is very likely to grow in the dangerous situation covered by black clouds, and Cheng Yao's life can be all tied to this agave.

Chang Xi secretly sighed that if it was in Qingyun Mountain, I am afraid that as long as he went to the Tibetan Dao Palace, it was estimated that a stick of incense could lift out the old bottom of the Buried Bone River, but it was a pity that he was 108,000 miles away from home now, and he could only grind this shrewd fat shopkeeper again.

Chang Xi raised his eyebrows and turned around and said, "The shopkeeper has been making a living in this market for a long time, so it's impossible to just rely on these ordinary goods to prop up the façade, right?"

The fat shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said, "There are naturally higher-grade maps in the store, but the price is far from being comparable to these ordinary maps. ”

The black fox man spoke, "You just have to take it out." ”

The fat shopkeeper solemnly took out a sheepskin roll that was obviously some years old from his arms and handed it to Chang Xi, Chang Xi looked at it and was immediately surprised.

This topographic map is really not comparable to the previous general goods, the entire Buried Bone River seems to be within reach in front of him, the details are even marked on the height of the mountains and the depth of the ravines, and there are also many annotations and descriptions of the dangers covered by the rolling black clouds, Chang Xi knows that just these inconspicuous small seals marked on the side may inadvertently save his life.

Chang Xi was very satisfied, the fat shopkeeper changed his previous cowardly appearance, and asked for a thousand spirit stones categorically. The depictions on the parchment scrolls are a little more detailed than the marching maps of the world, and it takes not only time and effort to complete the topographical map of the entire Buried Bone River, but also money and human life.

A thousand spirit stones is not expensive.

Chang Xi had both money and goods, and since he had detailed guidance, he pondered for a long time, suppressed his own realm in the early stage of the foundation building realm, and went straight to the Buried Bone River.

......

Bury the bones of the river, bury the soul of the ridge.

Two ghostly figures quietly emerged on the scarlet and blood-like craggy mountain rocks, and the slender woman with blue and purple painted hideous ethnic patterns on her face held a ghost sail and stepped barefoot in the center of the formation carved on the mountain rock, and the mountain wind blew away the fallen leaf dust that covered most of the formation, revealing complex and clear lines.

The magic sound in the mouth of the fair woman sounded, and the bunches of scarlet banners on the soul attracting banner floated with the gust of yin wind, and the same scarlet bells hanging under the banner swayed with a strange sound.

The red light on the formation was everywhere, and it suddenly shone and then suddenly dimmed, and the formation lines engraved on the mountain rock were instantly full of cracks, and the entire Buried Bone River seemed to shake slightly, and the formation quickly shattered into ordinary stones.

"Has the seal been lifted?"

The man beside the fair woman with the same hideous and terrifying face asked in a deep voice.

The banner on the soul inducing banner returned to calm, and the fair woman said calmly: "There are six seals in total, and this is only the third. ”

The hideous man frowned, the clan lines on his face were twisted together like a demon, and he said in an unkind tone: "Once this thing born under the bones is released, isn't it too risky for you and me?"

The clan pattern could not hide the unique style between her eyebrows, and the slender woman who entered the Tao with witches was obviously more transparent than the man next to her, and said slowly: "Senior brothers and sisters have been anxious recently, and their mood is even worse. If we pass the buck, the end will not be so good. ”

The hideous man hugged his arms and said, "After all, it is the first time that the Ten Thousand Demons have been killed in the Yuan Infant Realm, and Qingyun Mountain is such a good bone to gnaw." ”

The hideous man touched his head again and said depressedly: "That is, our Wushen Valley is not hard-handed, otherwise who is willing to mix with the ten thousand demons of this Laoshizi, there is no benefit at all, and it will cause a commotion." ”

The man didn't care if she was listening or not, just buried her head in the bitter water, and the woman who listened but was silent suddenly looked into the distance, and the man couldn't help but look in the direction she was looking, but there was nothing, and he wondered: "Biluo, what's wrong?"

The family pattern on the surface of the conch is like a living thing writhing, and a strange brilliance gradually appears in the eyes.

In the distance, there is dragon luck coming here.