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On the Great Snow Mountain, which is more than 600 miles away from the Shocking God Peak of Beishen Mountain, Zi Xiaoyun and Zhixuan rode the thunder and galloped the tiger at great speed, but flying in the blizzard was like moving forward in an unhindered realm. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo（..). t.

Wherever the thunder and lightning go, it will cause thunder and lightning, and these thunderbolts will clear all the blizzard falling in the sky, and it can be said that the road leading to Zixiaoyun and his party can be said to be unimpeded, and the day and night journey can reach the foot of Beshen Mountain in two hours at most.

"Why did you call Xiao Yin over again?" Zhi Xuan sat in front of Zi Xiaoyun's arms, touched the back of Xiao Yin's hairy neck, turned her head to Zi Xiaoyun and asked curiously.

Zi Xiaoyun also glanced at this huge golden flying tiger, and sighed: "Farewell God Mountain is the first of the three major immortal mountains in the world, and I don't know what difficulties and obstacles there are during this period, I am afraid that if I try my best to fly to other god mountains, I will be secretly calculated by that Chen Xuanling." Now that Xiaoyin is here, my worries are not worried. ”

Zhi Xuan smiled bitterly and touched it: "That's bitter, Xiao Yin came thousands of miles away・・・・・・ look, it is the interior of the Beshen Mountain region, and you can reach the foot of Beshen Mountain through the big snow ridge below." Zhixuan's right index finger was slightly raised, and the slender white fingertips fell towards the distance below.

In the high sky, although the mountain range of other gods was not far from the eyes, in fact, it was still seventy or eighty miles away. Xiao Yin seemed to be extremely excited when he heard Zhi Xuan's words, and the pair of golden thunder wings slammed violently, and the speed of the entire advance suddenly increased several times.

After flying for about dozens of miles, under the guidance of Zhixuan, Xiao Yin slowed down and flew down from a height of 10,000 meters, but it was about a kilometer above the ground. Looking from the Besgod Mountains, I saw a wide, clear river between the clouds and mist, which was flowing downward.

"Yanwi River・・・・・・" Zhixuan looked at the river and couldn't help but let out a sad sound.

Zi Xiaoyun heard it very clearly, the name of the river was Yanwi River, and he could also see that Zhixuan's mood seemed to be a little low. Zi Xiaoyun asked curiously, "Zhixuan, what's wrong?"

But Zhixuan shook her head and said with a hint of pleading: "Xiaoyun, now that we have enough time, can we land on foot beside this river?"

"Hike?" Zi Xiaoyun nodded, anyway, seven days, and some time, it doesn't hurt to hike for dozens of miles. Zi Xiaoyun rode the thunder and galloping tiger and signaled, and the flying tiger immediately leaned down, like lightning across the sky and instantly fell to the ground.

Before Xiao Yin could settle down, Zhixuan jumped down and jumped next to the river. Looking at the clear river, Zhixuan frowned, her pink lips were bitten, and her eyes were full of regret and loss.

Along the way, if Zhixuan didn't say anything, Zi Xiaoyun wouldn't be able to ask anything. He stayed by Zhixuan's side while touching Xiao Yin, listening to the murmuring sound of water and watching the flowers and birds. It wasn't until she walked to the upper reaches of the Yanqi River that Zhixuan was stopped by a boulder in front of her.

"The love of three lives has fallen, and the eight sounds of tears have passed by. The river of smoke and wisps, accompanied by reincarnation, it is difficult for the gods and demons who are wrong・・・・・・" Zi Xiaoyun touched the mottled font engraved on this boulder, and there were many poems behind it, but because of the erosion of time, these fonts became blurry and pale, "This poem is so good, the words reveal the truth, and every sentence has connotation, so there are still such artistic conceptions in the world." ”

Zhixuan turned around, deliberately avoided her expression, and replied lightly: "It's just some clichés, and there is not much truth to speak of, in the end it is not nonsense, Huang Liang's dream." ”

"Cliché・・・・・・ I don't think so, although I don't know the connotation, but this latter sentence is difficult to know who is wrong with the gods and demons, and the person who wrote this sentence should be a great man with the most affection. Zi Xiaoyun pointed to a word on the boulder and said.

At this moment, a few nomads walked down from the upper reaches, carrying baskets on their backs, wearing cloth clothes, about five men and women, and it seemed that the residents of the neighborhood had come here to fish and collect medicine. And an old man who walked in front heard what Zi Xiaoyun said, but walked towards Zi Xiaoyun and the others in agreement.

"Hahaha, what this son said is true. The poems on this boulder were written by a great immortal of the god clan thousands of years ago, and every word and sentence is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and unforgettable. The old man slashed on the opposite side of Zi Xiaoyun with the basket on his back and said.

The four homeless people behind him also echoed the voice, especially a white-haired mother-in-law behind the old man, who said excitedly: "That lord is a beautiful young woman, and legend has it that she wrote a poem on the bank of the river to mourn her dead sister." ”

Zi Xiaoyun touched his nose and asked with interest: "I see, the juniors and friends passing by here were attracted by the poems on this boulder, and listening to a few seniors say this, there seems to be some intriguing stories hidden in this boulder." ”

The old man smiled, but soon his emotions were integrated into the boulder, and a sigh followed, "This river is called Yanwei River, and the legend is that in ancient times for 5,000 years, Emperor Dongyue walked back and forth along this river three times in his later years, and realized the way of life and death, and smoothly turned into smoke wisps, and achieved this magnificent river." ”

"And this boulder is part of the Sansheng Stone. Legend has it that during the 8,000-year-old period of antiquity, the Emperor of Thailand and the Demon Emperor of the Evil Temple fought for 33 days on the Mountain of Other Gods, during which the landslide and the ground cracked, and countless boulders buried the world. Later, because the youngest daughter of the Emperor of Thailand, the Holy Maiden of Sansheng couldn't bear to see the innocent people suffering from the war, she poured her own blood into this boulder, so that the boulder had spirituality and brought life and beauty to the world, but the Holy Maiden of Sansheng also exhausted her cultivation and fell here. ”

Zi Xiaoyun listened to what the old man said, and nodded clearly, and said: "I see, it seems that the Holy Maiden of the Three Lives is really worthy of being the Lord of the Protoss, headed by the common people in the world, and her heart and ambition make me and other descendants admire it very much." ”

The old man smiled indifferently, and the white-haired old woman behind him complained a little: "The Holy Maiden of the Three Lives is bent on saving the lives of the world, so she can naturally sing and cry, but her sister is a selfish and disgraceful sinner! It was not until a hundred years after the death of the Holy Maiden of the Three Lives that her sister came here to write these few words of condolence for the Holy Maiden. Hey, I didn't have such affection in life, so what's the use of thinking about it after death?"

"Okay, okay, old woman, it's just legends, why are you so excited. I don't know if it's a true or false story, let's just tell a story and talk about it. The old man patted the old woman's arm and said with some embarrassment, "Let's go home quickly, this other sacred mountain will not be peaceful in the near future!"

The young men behind the old man immediately caressed the two of them, and persuaded Zi Xiaoyun and Zhixuan: "Yes, Childe, the other gods are about to fight, and we are also taking advantage of the period to hurry up and go out to catch up with the market, in case our town will be affected again, and I don't know what the days will be like." ”

"The Great War? What kind of Great War is it, and it will affect so far?" Zi Xiaoyun frowned, but asked worriedly.

The old man sighed and said helplessly: "What kind of battle? Of course, it's the big battle between Chen Xuanling, the master of the Ten Thousand Methods, and Zixiao Yunye Tianchen!"

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