Five hundred miles north of the capital of thistle, there is a dense forest with a radius of hundreds of miles. This forest has grown for thousands of years, and giant trees that are more than 100 feet tall abound. The vines in the forest are luxuriant, there are countless strange flowers and plants, there are several excellent quality spiritual veins in the ground to nourish, the white mist rises in the forest in Pingrì, the water mist is filled, the white cranes and green finches come and go in the air, the genus of the snake dragon appears and disappears from time to time, and it is spread in the mouth of the people of Jidu City, there are immortals living in this dense forest.

No matter how the people spread it, it is a fact that this dense forest is a forbidden place under the military management of the Great Yan Dynasty.

Under the leadership of the group of ironclad sergeants, Beg ran all the way for half an hour, and with the help of his mount's extremely fast self-help, he came to the edge of this nameless dense forest. As soon as I got close to this forest, Beg felt uncomfortable. The battle instinct from Wu Wang's inheritance told Beg that there were people lurking everywhere here, and their group had been locked by at least dozens of large machines, and as for the gaze that locked their figures, there were at least more than three hundred people.

The defense was tight, one level tighter than the defense of the palace of the Great Yan Dynasty. Bei Qi looked left and right, but vaguely noticed that a few small dirt bags on both sides of the avenue seemed to be hidden firepower points, but other than that, he couldn't see anything wrong.

The general who led the team held up a light green sè tooth card high, and rushed into the tooth card with internal strength, and suddenly a crisp swallow whining sound rose to the sky. There were a few whistles in the distance, and the leading general gave an order, and the group continued to ride along the road towards the dense forest. Beggar's gaze that locked on his figure disappeared without a trace.

The avenue carved out in the dense forest is only more than two zhang wide, and there are huge trees and long grass on both sides, and from time to time a large group of monkeys chirp from the tree right on one side of the avenue to the branch on the other side of the avenue, and give them a few pits that have been gnawed down. A large flock of birds and finches swept lightly in the air, and large pieces of bird feces also rained down, staining everyone's heads and faces. Fortunately, Don't beg to have an innate qi to protect himself, and the bird poop was still a few feet away from him and was bounced around, but it made the bird poop on the bodies of those soldiers around him dozens of points.

As soon as they walked more than ten miles along the avenue, the two fierce tigers rubbed against each other, and the two little tigers that were obviously still eating nǎi swayed out of the bushes, and lazily lay on the avenue to bask in the sun. The group had no choice but to walk down the avenue, bypassing the family of four from the forest next to them, and then continued to walk forward on the avenue.

As a result, within a few miles, a herd of wild boars ran across the avenue with a shrill white spoon and a roar of joy, and suddenly there was another delay.

It was easy to wait for this group of wild boars of the huge family to cross the avenue and walk forward for about twenty miles, seven or eight buckets of thickness, covered with white scales, with a horn on their heads, claws faintly visible under their abdomen, and the giant python that was about to turn into a dragon blocked the way. The big insects curled up lazily on the avenue, and the sun shone through the severed branches above the avenue, and they were very comfortable spitting out long letters.

This time, Beg couldn't help but be moved. The tiger and the wild boar were just ordinary beasts, but they were extremely strong, and their qi and blood were extraordinarily strong, more than ten times stronger than their counterparts on the earth, but they were just beasts. And these seven or eight giant pythons are about to turn into dragons, and there is a faint coercion on their bodies that makes Beg feel frightened. They have already formed a golden pill in their bodies, and if their bloodline is a little lower, it is enough to turn into a human form, just like the Xiong Qing brothers.

However, these giant pythons are huge, and their bloodlines are of the genus of dragons, so the difficulty of transforming into shapes is much greater than that of the Xiong Qing brothers' group of blind bears. According to Beggar's estimate, unless they survive the thunder tribulation, truly transform into the body of a dragon, and then cultivate into a primordial baby, and then shed their skins at least twice, this group of giant pythons can truly turn into human form. But even now, their strength is much more powerful than that of ordinary Jindan immortals.

This group of giant pythons coiled on the avenue, looking at Beqi and the others with their soulful eyes, they actually revealed a bit of brutality and cunning, they put on a posture that Lao Tzu just wouldn't give way, lazily straightened their bodies, and proudly spit out the letter to Beggar. Helpless, this group of uncles can't be provoked, don't beg them can only lead their mounts down the avenue, and make a detour through this section of the avenue.

Continuing to move forward, Beg was also an eye-opener, and saw many strange beasts and monsters. Especially an old turtle with a three-zhang square circle on his back armor, he also made a demon pill, and he also got through people and had spiritual intelligence, but he stupidly mistook himself for a monkey, shaking his back armor and chasing a group of monkeys to climb around the trees. The comical appearance made Beg dumb for a while, and the ironclad sergeants accompanying him already let out a low laugh.

The general who led the team turned around and whispered to Beggar:

"This old soft-shelled turtle is the old gentleman's favorite pet, and he has followed the old gentleman since the founding of Dayan. It's just that my brain was broken when I crossed the thunder tribulation, so it's a bit ridiculous to act, just get used to it. ”

This soft-shelled turtle is the old gentleman's pet? Beg hurriedly asked, "Who is the old gentleman?"

The general naturally replied, "Oh, Mr. Mo Zhai, the ancestor of the Momen Mountain. His Majesty, the General, and the Zhongcheng worshipped him as a teacher, so we all called him the old gentleman. The old gentleman likes nature, in this ink forest, in addition to this avenue, people are not allowed to move a grass or tree in other areas, so the grass and trees are abundant, there are many birds and beasts, and there are hundreds of demon immortals in the ink gate. Pointing to the road when he came, the general smiled bitterly: "The few big insects who just came to block the road are the inner disciples of Momen, who are spoiled by the old gentleman, and they like to play with us the most." We can't afford to provoke them, so we can only let them do whatever they want. Luckily, Momen has strict rules, and they don't do anything bad except to mess with us.

Don't look at them as hideous and scary, in fact, they are all vegetarians. ”

Vegetarian python shook his head.

Then, he suddenly realized what he had heard. Mo Zhai, Mo Zhai, the founder of Momen! But don't beg is strange, according to the records in the classics that Le Xiaobai read, Mo Zhai should have no intersection with Yan Guo. Why did he appear in the Great Yan Dynasty? and also became the teacher of Yan Dan and Jing Ke and others?

Soon Beg put this question out of his mind, he hadn't figured out why Yan Dan, Jing Ke and others would appear in this world, why did he ask Mr. Mo Zhai to come here? Maybe he had the right eye for Yan Dan and Jing Ke, so he established Momen here.

Along the way, gradually there were figures on both sides of the avenue. It was men in coarse linen and disheveled hair, walking barefoot. Armed with iron axes and baskets, they picked all kinds of mushrooms and wild vegetables in the forest, and cut down the dead tree trunks and tied them into bundles of firewood. They were poorly dressed and emaciated, but their faces were ruddy, and there was an indescribable joy on their faces.

They walk through the mountains and forests, but they seem to be integrated with this mountain forest, when they breathe, the mountains and forests are breathing, when they laugh, the mountains and forests are laughing, and their every move is in line with a certain trajectory of heaven and earth. Such a natural atmosphere made Beggar's heart move. The cultivation of these men is different, the weak ones are ordinary people, they don't have the slightest internal strength, and their strength is the level of the innate realm of acceptance, but no matter how they cultivate, they all naturally integrate into this mountain forest.

This is something that Beggar, who has formed two golden pills in the water spirit vein, has not been able to do. Being in harmony with nature is easy to say, but you know how difficult it is to do it. At least don't beg to see Nie Baihong and other Jindan immortals, they are surrounded by strange omen, and this nature is simply incompatible, and they are always excluded and suppressed by nature, where can they talk about integrating into nature?

But these lowly men, they did it easily.

Seeing Beg and others passing by, these men who came to the side of the road with large bundles of firewood greeted them with a smile.

The ironclad sergeants returned the salute with their fists clasped one after another, not daring to have the slightest arrogance. The general who led the team said in a low voice, "They are the disciples of Momen. Don't look at some of them as lowly in cultivation, but they are capable, not in force. Anyone here who walks out of Merlin has the ability to increase the combat power of an army several times. The strongest armies of the Great Yan Dynasty all had Momen disciples to give advice. ”

Don't nod secretly, this is tidying. Mr. Mo Zhai is not only a non-attacker, he is also a famous educator and military strategist.

After walking along the avenue for a long time, and when the red light shone on the west slope of the head of the river forest, Beg finally came to a clearing at the core of the ink forest. As soon as he arrived, Beqi suddenly took a deep breath and stared blankly at an incredible building in front of him.

The hollow of the forest is hundreds of miles in circumference, including several hills, several small rivers, and a small lake. Between the mountains, rivers and lakes, a large number of log-structured villages are anchored and dotted among the woods and landscapes, and each house fits perfectly with the surrounding environment, without the slightest sense of abruptness. Many poorly dressed Momen disciples were doing their final labor, some had just walked out of the fields, some had climbed up from the river with fish baskets, and some had happily rushed out of the surrounding mountains and forests with their utensils.

In this natural and harmonious village, a pillar of purple fire several zhang thick rises straight into the sky from the ground, and at a distance of a hundred zhang from the ground, this pillar of fire in the center of the earth that contains endless terrifying heat holds up a steel city within a radius of several miles, and on the smooth surface of the majestic city that is purely made of steel, countless huge runes are looming, shining with the same light as the purple pillar of fire.

"This, this is J" Don't beg dumbfounded. This city is not big, and the city within a radius of several miles can only be regarded as the smallest and smallest sesame mung bean-like city in this world. But in this city within a radius of several miles, the entire city is made of steel, and the workload is too great. With the national strength of the Great Yan Dynasty, it is easy to cast such a city, but it is suspended in mid-air from the ground, this kind of power, according to the inheritance in the Stolen Scripture, at least it can only be achieved by immortals in the realm of heavenly immortals.

Could it be that in this ink gate, there is still a heavenly immortal?

Looking at the city with his head held high, he sat down and led himself in the direction of the city.

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