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The mountains are full of verdant grass and trees, but there is no breath of life, and the black earth reveals a sense of death everywhere, only the traces of a few people have been left recently. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Most of the place is extremely wild, the grass and trees on the ground have long been covered with several feet thick, and the bottom has merged with the earth to become the hardest mountain rock.

Mo Ming and Han Qiu walked on foot, stepping on the thick accumulated leaves and making a creaking sound, making the lonely void around them seem more and more empty.

"Senior Sister Liu is seriously injured, it stands to reason that she will leave without saying anything! I have only been fighting with them for a few short days, even if Senior Sister Liu wants to leave, she will not be out of my perception so quickly!"

Mo Ming's face was a little gloomy, and he looked around from time to time, but he couldn't find anything, Liu Ruyan and Yun Ye seemed to have evaporated out of thin air, except for the footprints left by the three of them when they walked together at the beginning, there was nothing left since he fought with Li Miao.

This couldn't help but make Mo Ming feel a little bad, behind his intuition, there seemed to be a pair of eyes and will watching his every move, and he couldn't perceive anything.

And not only that, after asking the evil Taoist, the answer he got was nothing, and only he and Han Qiu were left in a radius of ten thousand feet, even the other monks who came here had also seen it.

"Could it be that Senior Sister Liu entered some forbidden places and was isolated from her breath by the remnants of the formation prohibition here?"

"Or, or is it that Senior Sister Liu and Yun Ye have already suffered an accident?"

Mo Ming had to think like this, because all the clues pointed to a bad result, Liu Ruyan was seriously injured, Yun Ye was banned by himself, and the strength of the two of them could not play the best of ten, and they might be able to protect themselves in the face of ordinary people, but if they met those old guys who were half-cut into the ground, or those who were proud of the sky, the situation would be difficult to say.

What's more, if someone can really hide his spiritual sense and persecute the two of them unknowingly, then this kind of person can't be described by two simple words, it should be said to be terrifying!

After all, Mo Ming knew that his perception was not all from himself, but also from the power of the evil Daozi's divine thoughts, which was a more sensitive existence than the perception of spiritual sense.

But that's it, and I didn't find out how Liu Ruyan and the two disappeared, which made it difficult for people not to think about the bad things.

After thinking about it for a long time, he didn't have a clue, Mo Ming shook his head and didn't think about it anymore!

Everyone has their own circumstances, whether it is danger or creation is a manifestation of chance, since it cannot be found, and there is no clue, what can be done now is to be vigilant, in case something far more dangerous than you expected.

While observing the surrounding scene, Mo Ming and Han Qiu stepped on the accumulated leaves one after the other and marched towards the top of the mountain.

Jiuli Wu Mountain, towering into the clouds, the top is an open-minded neat fracture, as if it was cut off by a sharp weapon, and the whole mountain shows an extremely solemn killing atmosphere.

This mountain looks far bigger than imagined, tall and steep, with a radius of more than a thousand miles, even if Mo Ming and Han Qiu have been gone for most of the day, they are still at the foot of the mountain.

Mo Ming felt more and more familiar with this mountain, not because he had seen it before, but because every grass and tree in this mountain was similar to Tongtian Mountain, especially the mountain after more than a thousand zhang, which made him feel like he entered Tongtian Mountain for the first time when he was a child, majestic and desolate, which made people still think of the scenes in Tongtian Mountain in the past.

Mo Ming is not a sentimental person, but in this place, once his mind calms down, there is always an unspeakable thought that hits his heart.

Han Qiu followed Mo Ming closely, and as he continued to walk towards the top of the mountain, Mo Ming's changes also fell into his eyes from beginning to end.

At first, he was a little puzzled, a person so strong should not have such an expression in such a place at such a time, and it could even be said that this expression should not belong to a monk.

Because the monk is so cold, no matter how much ** there is, it will be hidden in the depths of his heart, not to mention, Mo Ming doesn't look like a sad person, and there is nothing eye-catching enough in this place.

However, after thinking about it for a long time, Han Qiu finally attributed it to Mo Ming's own secret.

After all, being able to face the will of the witch fairy without any scruples, and to save people from under the nose of the witch fairy is not something ordinary people can do.

Han Qiu didn't know what kind of secret method Mo Ming was casting, and he couldn't figure out why Mo Ming's cultivation was still in the Jindan Realm until so much time had passed, and he didn't look like he had been suppressed in the slightest.

And this kind of amazingness, the indifference to the will of the witch immortal, perhaps the introduction also shows that Mo Ming has an inextricable relationship with this Jiuli Wushan.

At least, Han Qiu at this moment thought so, because he really couldn't think of anything else that could make the indifferent witch immortal will ignore a monk who could maintain the early stage of the Jindan realm for a long time.

This kind of behavior cannot be done even by those cultivators with the power of the True Realm in legends.

"You said there is a cave of witches on the cliff in front of you?"

Walking through a thorn forest, Mo Ming turned his head and asked Han Qiu, along the way, Han Qiu had already told all the information he knew about this place, which made him more and more curious about this place.

It is rumored that this Jiuli Wushan is indeed truncated from a fairy mountain, and there are records of this point in many parts of southern Xinjiang, and many witches in southern Xinjiang regard this mountain as a holy place, which represents the prosperity of this vein of witchcraft.

It's just because of the precipitation of time, and because this place has always been in a closed state, many things have been impossible to study, since the collapse of most of Jiuli, no one has ever come here, and even now this ancient land is revealed, and the witch cultivators of southern Xinjiang have also come here, but for this mountain, there is still nothing left for many witch cultivators in southern Xinjiang, not to mention that there is the will of witches and immortals as oppression here, even if there is not, no one can move this mountain out.

From Han Qiu's tone, Mo Ming felt a trace of helplessness, and also had a new understanding of the witch cultivation in Southern Xinjiang.

Han Qiu is not a pure Southern Xinjiang witch cultivator, although he was born in Southern Xinjiang, but on the Burial Heaven Continent, he has been to many places, as a witch cultivator and an ordinary monk's cultivation method, and he also has enough merit for the northern body refiners, not weaker than any pure northern body refiner, and can even compete with those Tianjiao of the same generation.

Mo Ming wanted to know more about this Jiuli Wu Mountain, but he asked again and again, and he got it and stopped there, Jiuli Wu Mountain was a section of the immortal mountain, which was moved by ** force, but no one knew that it was intercepted from that immortal mountain.

All the information comes from the classics that have been handed down from ancient times to the present day and the oral tradition of the older generation, which has a great creation, if you get it, you can make people's path of cultivation into a Tongtan road, and it is only a matter of time before you become an immortal.

The inheritance of the witch immortal was the purpose of most of the monks who came here this time, and Mo Ming learned this news from Han Qiu and went straight to this place.

Thousands of feet away in front of him, there is a cliff, the cliff is not high but very steep, and there are no eye-catching buildings on the cliff, just a thatched house, and some bare black rocks, no matter how you look at it, you can't associate it with the cave of the witch.

However, Han Qiu was very sure that it was a treasure land, even if it was not the cave mansion of the Wu Immortals, it was definitely the dwelling place of those powerful people in most of the Jiuli back then.

Seeing this, Mo Ming thought about it and didn't ask anything more, whether it was or not, it would naturally be clear if he went to take a look.

However, before he could go far, Mo Ming suddenly heard a shouting and killing sound, which was very intense, accompanied by a faint wave of qi coming from the forest.

Mo Ming's expression suddenly became serious, there was no doubt that there were people fighting under that cliff, and it was not one or two people, but a group of people, shouting and killing sword roaring explosions were endless, one after another, some people were roaring, some people were shouting, some people were screaming, the sound was from far to near, as Mo Ming continued to approach, it gradually sounded.

Mo Ming paused, took a deep breath and walked forward firmly, with his current cultivation, there was really nothing to be afraid of in this place except for the inherent danger here.

No matter how many people were fighting in front of him, Mo Ming didn't want to let go of the possible creation, as long as no one provoked him, he didn't want to pay attention to anyone, and if he couldn't do anything, the big deal was to let the blood on his hands take up more.

Mo Ming thought very calmly, so she walked not much slower than before, but in a moment, when she passed through a dense jungle, her eyes suddenly opened up.

Ahead, there was a small valley, and above the steep mountain wall was the cliff he had seen before, and on the top of the cliff was the cave of the witch immortal that Han Qiu said.

In the entire canyon, nearly 100 people were fighting, divided into dozens of battle groups, each fighting each other, and the fight was fierce.

The surrounding rubble was flying, the sword qi was roaring, and the colorful spell light flickered from time to time, accompanied by scarlet blood spilled, it was no longer an ordinary monk fight, but more like a purgatory place, a blood-soaked battlefield!

And it wasn't until he had a full view of this valley that Mo Ming found that there was a winding bluestone staircase on the steep cliff wall that continued upward, and the sword marks on the stairs were dense, ancient and majestic, I don't know how long it has existed, there is a strong sense of vicissitudes, leading to the thatched house above the top of the cliff.

At this time, in addition to the monks who were already clearly red-eyed, they were fighting each other, and there were dozens of people on the stairs who were slowly walking upward.

Everyone had blood stains on their bodies, and they didn't look good, and as they continued to walk up, everyone's bodies were trembling, as if they were under a great pressure, and beads of sweat mixed with uncondensed blood soaked their clothes, and they looked extremely embarrassed no matter how they looked.

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