The primeval past has passed with the years, and the dust of history has been buried in the ground, which is the truest portrayal of the Northern Regions. As the years passed, the vibrant land became a depression, and the races of the past became a cloud of history.

Today, the Northern Regions are left with endless emptiness and desolation, and as far as the eye can see, there is nothing but a monotonous reddish-brown color.

More than a dozen horses ran fast, Zhang Wuye's village was two hundred miles away, and at this speed, they could rush back before the sun set.

Ye Fan also rode on a horse, riding side by side with Zhang Wuye, and earnestly asked about the secrets of the source.

Thousands of years ago, the "Book of Yuantian" was lost, and many secret methods of guiding the source were lost, Zhang Wuye was very sorry, and he sighed when he talked about it.

Ye Fan was also a little disappointed, it was definitely a strange book, he really wanted to get a glimpse of it, the dragon vein of the source, and the peerless divine source, this kind of method was shocking. Once in hand, you will become a guest of honor in the Holy Land, and this strange book is of inestimable value. More than a dozen horses ran, leaving behind more than a dozen clouds of smoke and dust.

After more than an hour, the speed of the horse became slower and slower, but it was only seventy or eighty miles galloping, and it was not a good horse, and its physical strength was very average. "Drive!"

Suddenly, seven or eight horsemen appeared on the horizon, extremely fast, like a whirlwind, stirring up smoke and dust that rushed to the sky, and in the blink of an eye, they were in front of them.

The mounts of these people are not ordinary horses, they are all shining, tall and long, very ugly, and large, this is a dragon scale horse, the body is like a horse, covered with blue whales, four or five thousand miles a day, tireless. "It's not good, it's a rogue!" The clever young man named Wang Shu changed color among the dozen or so. "Stop it!" exclaimed a middle-aged man with very dark skin.

The eight-skinned dragon whale horse surrounded Ye Fan and the others, and the people on the mount shouted: "Hand over all the sources you have mined, otherwise this will be the place where you bury your bones." ”

Ye Fan finally experienced the complexity of this chaotic land, in broad daylight, rogue gangsters were rampant, and he was about to kill people and sell goods at every turn. "My lord, we didn't collect a single grain today, and we didn't have any harvest. Wang Shu explained with a smile.

"Don't talk nonsense, people like you have always been the ones who don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin, hurry up and hand it over, and let you leave, otherwise today next year will be your sacrifice day. The black-faced middle-aged man in the middle scolded. "My lord, we really don't have anything to gain, if you don't believe it, you can search your body, and we won't have any resistance. Zhang Wuye arched his hand. Ye Fan patted Zhang Wuye's shoulder, telling him not to worry and look at these people. "The old thing stays aside!" A rogue stepped forward and stared at Ye Fan, feeling that there seemed to be a source of aura on him.

He also said that there is no source, this young man with fine skin and tender flesh must have a lot of contempt on his body. A rogue waved his horsewhip, whipped at Ye Fan heavily, and scolded: "In front of us, you dare to lie!"

"Port"

Niu Fan grabbed the horsewhip and said to Zhang Wuye and the others: "You go to the front and wait for me." "Little rabbit cub, who do you think you are, a source collector dares to do this?" The celebrity glanced around, and said, "I see that any of you dare to go, you will wait here for me obediently!"

Ye Fan ripped it off, but it didn't kill him, and he had a lot to say about these rogues. Seeing this, Zhang Wuye and the others rushed into the distance without stopping.

The leader of the rogue Kou, who plundered all day long, naturally saw that something was wrong, and directly abandoned the dragon scale horse, rose to the sky, and wanted to escape.

"Do you still want to leave?" Ye Fan flicked his fingers, and the eight finger winds, like eight hammers, struck on their bodies, and the eight people suddenly fell to the ground.

The Liukou led by him was just a monk in the Destiny Spring Realm, and for Ye Fan, he was vulnerable, and these people were all pale, knowing that they had kicked the iron plate. "Are you a rogue or not, the source on your body is less than half a catty. Ye Fan was quite dissatisfied and said, "Tell me in detail what gangs are nearby." ”

Half a quarter of an hour later, Ye Fan led eight dragon crocodile horses to catch up with Zhang Wuye and the others, and said, "Bringing these dragon horses back, will it cause you trouble?"

More than a dozen young adults were very hot-eyed, but Zhang Wuye shook his head and said, "Let them fend for themselves, the rogue can ride, if there are these strange beasts in our village, it is too dazzling."

"Rogue is rampant, doesn't the sect here care?" Ye Fan asked.

"How to care, the rogue is like the tip of a locust-, and there is no way to manage it. ”

"It's almost the same if they don't join forces, but I've heard that there are many sects that support the rogues and secretly plunder. ”

Ye Fan further learned that the chaos and bloodshed in the Northern Regions were simply a paradise for sin.

"No wonder monks from other regions want to come to the Northern Regions to adventure, there is lawlessness here, as long as you have the strength, you can be the emperor of the soil on one side. ”

Ye Fan felt that this was very suitable for him, and he didn't have to worry about the source.

Before sunset, I finally completed more than 200 miles.

In front, there is a stockade made of stones, but there are only a few dozen households, and all of them add up to only more than 200 people.

When he came to the front, Ye Fan found that it was really a strong folk style, regardless of men, women and children, all the villagers were holding sharp knives, and when they saw that it was Zhang Wuye who came back, he let out a sigh of relief and put down the blade. "Chen Dabeard came again, he said that there are still five days left, and if he can't hand over the source, he will destroy our whole village. The villagers sighed with sad faces. "The other teams that went out also did not gain anything and returned in vain. "Over the years, the source has been excessively extracted, and the nearby areas and sources have been exhausted, so how can it be harvested in a short time." Ye Fan lived, and most of the northern regions were stone houses, and his residence was clean and carefully tied. That night, Zhang Wuye and others warmly entertained him, specially killed a sheep, everyone sat in front of the fire, roasted golden butter bright whole sheep, after taking it off the fire rack, everyone ate meat in large pieces, and drank wine in a big bowl.

Most of the men in the Northern Regions are rough, even with a gangster, and it is indispensable to fight for wine, Ye Fan eats very happily, and he always runs away for a while, this feeling makes him very relaxed. During the banquet, he asked Zhang Wuye for a few place names and asked where he was.

Zhang Wuye asked people to bring the cowhide map and pointed it out to him one by one, all within a radius of 100 miles, "This is the stronghold he learned from the mouths of several rogue people.

Now, Ye Fan urgently needed the source to improve his strength, so he took action that night, and attacked three rogue strongholds one after another.

As a result, he was greatly disappointed, there were only a dozen people in each thief's den, and a total of more than two catties of sources were found in three places.

"It's not enough for me, I need to find a thief to open the knife. "Up to now, Ye Fan misses the source area of the Shaking Light Holy Land very much, it is really a treasure land, and the outside area is very barren, and there is no way to compare with it there.

This stone village is located in an oasis with a radius of more than ten miles, and there is a lonely mountain on the horizon, which is thousands of meters high. No dirt, no vegetation, it's a completely rocky mountain. In the early morning, the sun is shining, and the huge stone mountain gives people an incomparably calm feeling.

When Ye Fan walked out of the stone house, he happened to see Zhang Wuye bowing to the mountain facing the morning glow, which made him feel quite strange.

The young man named Ertunzi explained honestly: "The first thing Zhang Wuye does when he gets up every day is to worship the mountain. Ye Fan's heart moved, that mountain is probably not simple, I am afraid there is a hidden secret. At this moment, Zhang Wuye came over and didn't explain anything, just beckoned him to have breakfast. "I'm stunned, let me ask you, what's so strange about that mountain?" Ye Fan asked when no one was around. "I don't know, Zhang Wuye didn't let us get close, saying that it was an ominous place. The second stunned shook his head.

After eating early and late, Ye Fan took a step, like a wisp of light smoke, and rushed to the front of the mountain in a short time.

It was purple-brown in color, like a dull purple gold polish, thick and condensed, up to four thousand meters, so steep that mortals could not climb it at all.

Ye Fan was surprised to find that there were many sword marks and sword holes on it, all of which were almost weathered and worn out, and only by carefully identifying them could he see them clearly.

He tried to scratch a finger on the stone wall, and found that it was very hard, comparable to fine iron, and this purple rock was very special.

Ye Fan suddenly gasped, such a hard mountain, Du Fu Bu has been weathered into this shape, the traces of knives and axes on it, what age is it left?

He soared up into the air, and became more and more surprised, not only the knife marks on the stone wall at the foot of the mountain, but also the holes pierced by the blades all over the mountain, all the way to the halfway up the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, the purple mountain stood up and down, like a big sword, plunging into the sky, majestic.

Ye Fan was surprised to find that in addition to the traces left by various blades, there were also many palm prints and finger holes, which were almost weathered, vague, and vaguely recognizable.

"This must be the traces left before the ancient times, otherwise it would be impossible for such a hard purple stone to be almost indelible. After Ye Fan flew to the top of the mountain, he looked into the distance and found that there was a mountain range in all directions. "There are nine mountain ranges, which are invisible, on the very distant horizon, and this purple mountain seems to be in the center. Ye Fan didn't have any research on the mountains and rivers, and he couldn't find anything special, so he only stared at this purple mountain in the end. The top of the mountain is bare, there is nothing, and the morning glow spills down, making the whole mountain even more majestic. "There's nothing special, is there a source in it?" Ye Fan sacrificed his teeth and slashed on the top of the open mountain.

The purple mountain is very hard, especially the top of the mountain, but it is still cut open by the golden book, the sparks are shining, the rocks are piercing the air, and there is a big resistance on the top of the mountain after a while.

Ye Fan frowned, he didn't find anything abnormal, it was the kind of stone that wrapped the source, and it shouldn't come from the source. In the end, he returned to Shizhai in vain.

On the second day, he woke up early and watched from a distance, and sure enough, the first thing he did after Zhang Wuye left the house was to worship the mountain.

At breakfast, he couldn't help himself and asked, "Old man, is that mountain very special, why do you have to bow every day?"

Zhang Wuye's expression froze, then he sighed and said, "It is an ominous place, you must not go, my ancestor once said that in the northern region of the gasket, no one can provoke it." "Provoke ......" Ye Fan was even more surprised, and asked, "What is there in that Purple Mountain?" "I don't know what it is, I just know that it is an ominous place." ”

Ye Fan didn't ask anything, wandered around the cottage, and then found the second stunned man and asked again, but he couldn't say why he came.

The very clever young man Wang Shu happened to pass by, and he had a good impression of Ye Fan, knowing that he stayed to help the village, and said: "I know some, Zhang Wuye once cried bitterly when he was drunk, saying that it was an ominous place, and it was related to some ancient emperor. ”

Ye Fan was stunned at that time, since ancient times, there have only been a few emperors in the entire Eastern Wilderness?!

But there are only a few people, who reign over the world, shaking the past and the present, and almost no one can surpass their achievements.

Several terrifying extreme weapons in the Eastern Wilderness came out of the hands of those few people, and others couldn't refine them at all.

At this moment, Ye Fan felt his blood boiling, and he almost screamed, it was related to the ancient emperor?

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