"Master Zhangjiao, this time the Sword Sect's sword mound is in the world, it will definitely push its momentum to the forefront, and at that time, all the sects in the Northern Regions will be intimidated by it and surrender to its feet, thus consolidating the position of the overlord of the Northern Regions!

Du Xiaobei's words were cold at the moment, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, although he was kneeling, he did not have the slightest cowardice.

"Xiaobei, although you are gifted and have extraordinary perseverance, you are a rare good seedling of my teaching, a leader of the younger generation, but on the trip to the barren mountains three years ago, your uncle fell, causing you to have a heart calamity, if you go on this trip, there may be variables, can you think clearly?!"

From the top of the holy peak, a majestic voice suddenly came, like Huang Zhong Dalu, echoing above this mountain peak.

"Lord Sect Master, the disciple has already made up his mind, even if he works this trip, he will also frustrate the sharpness of the Sword Sect, and let the sects in the Northern Regions know that my Divine Fire is the strongest in the Northern Regions!"

Du Xiaobei's words were sonorous and powerful, as if he was full of infinite confidence.

"Hahaha, okay, you come with me, I'll take you to see the divine fire!"

The majestic sound descended from the top of the peak, roaring, and suddenly the space roared, and even rolled up a wave of qi and swept away.

"Yes, Master!"

Du Xiaobei raised his head at this moment, answered with a voice, his eyes showed a trace of hope, and as soon as he stepped on his feet, he immediately flew into the air and descended on the holy peak.

Divine fire, which fell from the sky countless years ago, burned the sky, like a meteor, descended on the land of the Northern Regions, it was a black flame, although it was only the size of a thumb, but around it, the space was distorted, and the void was burned.

This fire has a spirit, and it is met by choosing people.

Countless years ago, it was obtained by the first leader of the Shenhuo Sect, and then with this fire, he became famous and became the name of the supreme, with the power of one person, faintly wanted to fight against the Sword Sect, and later founded the Shenhuo Sect, worshiped the Shenhuo, and there is a legend that this Shenhuo is a part of the Fire Mulberry Sacred Tree, which fell from the sky and brought endless aura, making the original barren land in the northern region become a place with abundant aura.

For countless years, the Divine Fire has been regarded as a god and enshrined on the Holy Peak, except for the several Dharma Protector Elders of the Divine Fire Sect, it is impossible for ordinary disciples to see the side of the Divine Fire at all, they only know its existence, they don't know its form, they only exist in the hearts of the Divine Fire disciples.

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The people of the six sects, the four sects, and the two sects all went to the Sword Sect with different purposes, to see the appearance of the Sword Shrine.

At this moment, on the other side of the road, Zhou Qian followed Shen Yin closely, and never left a single step, and Zhou Qian had mixed feelings about this sloppy old man in his heart.

For three years, he did not pass on his skills of talisman seals, only let him depict horizontal and vertical and burn cauldrons, and he complained.

In the past three years, the sloppy old man took care of him, although he was sometimes harsh and angry, but he was still good for him in his heart, so he was grateful.

At this moment, he crossed the river with his back, and Zhou Qian already regarded him as a relative in his heart, and the three-year relationship was already like a brand, and it could not be erased.

"Old man, how long is it going on, when will it be a head!"

Zhou Qian looked at the long road ahead, the mountains and rivers were far away, he couldn't help sighing, and his footsteps stopped immediately, it was not that he was physically tired, but that he was timid about this road in his heart at the moment, according to his foot strength, he might not be able to reach the Sword Sect in a few years.

"Hmph, stinky boy, I'm afraid of such a little journey, and the road of cultivation is even longer, how can you withstand it. ”

Shen Yin looked at Zhou Qian, who was already deflated, and joked softly.

"I want to take the road with results, this kind of road that can't reach the destination at all, I don't want to go, it's in vain. ”

Zhou Qian said his opinion for the first time, before he asked the old man what he meant, and he didn't have his own opinions, but at this time, he said what he really thought in his heart.

"Well, what you said is good, reasonable, and shows that you have made some progress. ”

Shen Yin also stopped, pretending to be contemplative, and spoke softly.

"It's better to fly, fly fast!"

As soon as Zhou Qian saw that the sloppy old man was pondering and hesitating at the moment, he immediately ran to him and said excitedly.

"Fly, how to fly, no!"

After hearing Zhou Qian's words, Shen Yin's face suddenly turned solemn, his eyelids rolled, and he shouted boringly, and then continued to move forward, ignoring it no longer.

"Huh, this old man, I remember being able to fly, it's weird!"

Zhou Qian's mood was instantly depressed when he saw that the flight was fruitless, but he had no choice but to follow slowly.

Lieyang County, Shiniucheng.

The two of them came to the first city on the road at this moment, the sun was slanting in the west, the sunset was gradually rising, the afterglow was scattered on the city wall, and it was the golden autumn, which made this place have a sense of gloom.

"It's getting dark, let's settle here tonight and set off tomorrow!"

Shen Yin glanced at the quaint city wall, turned around and whispered to Zhou Gan, and immediately stepped into the city.

"Hmm. ”

Zhou Qian obediently followed behind Shen Yin, quietly observing this stone cow city.

Stone Cow City, as the name suggests, there is a stone cow statue in the center of this city, the statue is dozens of zhang high, mighty and extraordinary, the horns of the ox are up to the sky, and a trace of blood is revealed in the eyes, as if looking up to the sky and roaring.

Cattle is the belief in this city, so the people in this city do not eat beef, if an outsider comes to talk about two taels of beef or something, it is estimated that it is the last sentence of his life.

Shenyin took Zhou Qian to an inn, this inn is not atmospheric, and the name on the plaque is four big characters, but it is blurred and faded, and it is no longer recognizable, only the two words of the inn can be seen, and its scale is only medium, Zhou Qian didn't know why the sloppy old man chose this inn, and he didn't dare to ask, so he had to follow, without saying a word.

After choosing two good guest rooms, Zhou Qian went to rest on his own, he was physically and mentally exhausted this day, and when he saw the comfortable bed, the feeling of exhaustion immediately came to his heart, and then he didn't support his clothes, shoes and socks, and he leaned back directly and fell asleep.

When night falls, the moon hangs high, the starry sky is vast, and from time to time there is a faint breeze blowing, which is refreshing.

Stone Ox City was also silent at this moment, and everyone put out the candles and fell asleep.

But in the corner of the south of the city, there are still lights, which are particularly eye-catching in this dim city.

It was a small noodle stall, a big pot, a table and four benches, extremely ordinary. The stove under the pot is booming, the soup in the pot is boiling, braving the heat wave, the owner of the noodle stall is an old man, who is kneading the dough that has just woken up at the moment, humming a small tune in his mouth, but no one knows what it means.

"Life is very nourishing!"

Suddenly, a voice came, and the air froze, and there was silence, except for the sound of the fire and the boiling of the soup.

A figure gradually appeared, and then sat on a bench, looking at the old man who was kneading the dough at the moment and quipped.

"Same?"

The old man didn't talk, but asked softly, still kneading his dough, his expression unchanged.

"Same!"

The figure immediately replied, extremely decisive, if Zhou Qian was here, he would recognize this figure at a glance, this figure sitting on the bench was Shen Yin, but why he came here, no one knows. Baidu takes a look at the latest chapter of "Immortal Tomb Masterpiece Literature" to read for free for the first time.