Northern Regions.

The area is vast and the aura is strong.

Giving birth to heaven and earth spiritual materials, stinging strange beasts and trolls, I don't know how many.

Since the rise of the Six Xuan Alliances in the Middle Continent, they have made every effort to eliminate the fierce beasts and trolls that threaten the survival and safety of the human race, lurking alien races, expanding the territory, and building towns, so that the original climate is more suitable for the survival of the human race, Central Continent, like a magnet, absorbs a huge population from the east, west, south and north regions.

Therefore, the population of the four regions with harsh climatic conditions has gradually declined, and many of the once prosperous cities have been abandoned, resulting in the gradual loss of the majesty of the past.

Compared with the East China Sea, Southern Xinjiang, and Western Wilderness, the Northern Regions have the smallest population.

Nowadays, in addition to the nine cities of Ziwei, only the thirteen cities bordering Zhongzhou have a certain popularity. However, two-thirds of these thirteen cities have been attached to the Six Xuan Alliance.

Strange to say, Ziwei Hall seems to have long lost its ambition and allowed the situation to continue to deteriorate. Especially in the past thousand years, there have been great signs of interruption in the young and middle-aged talents of Ziwei Palace. It seems that there is decay and decline everywhere.

However, after all, it was once the head of the Four Righteousness, and there were still four golden immortals sitting in the mountain gate. The core area controlled by Ziwei Hall is still prosperous and popular. As powerful as the Six Xuan Alliance, there are many petty conflicts, and there has never been a real attack.

It's just that Su Chang'an's rebuilding of Liuyun City still caused speculation in the world. And the disciples of the outer sect of Ziwei Hall related to the battle of Liuyun City were all out of the crowd. The remnants of Liuyun City that were attached to an outer disciple were as if they no longer existed at all.

This is the cruelty of the cultivation realm, which can only adapt to the process, and cannot change the result.

* * *

Zhuoguang Mountain.

Located in the northwest of the Northern Regions, there are dense pine and cypress forests. A river flows to the west and flows into the Western Wilderness Swampland. On each side of the river, about a mile wide, there is a kind of alien grass that changes with the light of the sun and the moon.

The river shouts the river, and the grass calls the grass to chase away the light.

According to the classics, at the beginning of heaven and earth, a kind of spirit stone like a drop of water could be bred in the rich root system of the light chasing grass, which was recorded as "Zhuoguang stone" in the classics of the human race. At the beginning of antiquity, Zhuoguang stone became extinct.

Under the moonlight, the light-chasing grass emits a bright white light, blending with fresh water vapor to expel the cold, waiting for the hustle and bustle of the river, isolating it from the cold northern region, and flowing westward into the warm western wasteland.

The water flowed slowly, and the soft sound seemed to whisper. The figure in the water is reflected, with a solemn face, with a high degree of vigilance and precautions. The wishful stick in his hand is restrained and hidden in the grass light.

This is the end of the river flowing to Zhuoguang Mountain, and it is also the beginning of a new journey.

The figure stood for nearly an hour before it raised its head slightly, and its gaze followed the bright band of light to the mountain.

The figure moved, stepping on the soft gradual grass, moving along the river towards the mountain forest.

The grass where the figure stepped on did not leave the slightest trace, as if it was really floating slowly like a reflection in the water.

The mountains are very quiet, there is no wind, and the faint chill lingers, which makes the riverside have a special sense of coolness, and always makes people stay absolutely awake at all times.

Walking out of a mile, the figure slowly squatted down, knelt on one knee, and most of his body was hidden in the grass. In a few moments, a breeze blew from the mountains, the grass swayed gently, and the meadows on both sides of the bank swelled with ripples.

The figure and breath silently melted into the grass waves.

Later, a brown bear came out of the south side of the forest, which made the light wind blowing in the mountain much stronger. It looked around for a moment and walked down the riverbank. It's as if a lord is leisurely patrolling his territory.

Brown bears with large, round heads and muscular bodies with slightly bulging shoulders and backs. A pair of small black eyes are like the brightest small black beads in the starry sky, which can penetrate all darkness. The brown fur is very dense, more than five inches long, and the color is gorgeous, and it is a wave of its own without wind, which makes the brown bear look more powerful and domineering.

It is the absolute value hegemon of this section of the mountains.

The brown bear walked slowly, enjoying the beautiful night view, proud that no other creatures would intrude on his own territory. Even so, it had no intention of turning back earlier, and kept walking down the mountain.

Suddenly, a human hand poked out of the grass, like the sharpest predatory wolf claw, instantly choked the throat of the brown bear, pressed it gently, and gently supported the other hand, and the brown bear suddenly lay down on the grass slowly as if drunk, motionless. The unobtrusive black eyes dimmed when they looked at a pair of bright human eyes.

After the figure put away the intact brown bear, he continued to walk forward.

At this time, the wind was much stronger, and his breath melted into the wind more perfectly. Even when he walked on the grass, it was like a blowing wind, without a trace, without a trace, without a sound.

He walked all the way to the source of the river.

* * *

Taking Zhuoguang Mountain as the starting point, it connects the Manlian Iceberg to the northeast for 200 miles, and adjoins the Danxun Snow Mountain for 200 miles to the northwest. The terrain is about one-third the height of the three mountains, and the terrain resembles a "donkey's back", and there is a kind of larch growing on it, which is the only tree.

This vast pine forest is known as the "Donkey's Back Pine Forest".

According to the classics, there is an ancient tomb buried under the donkey's back pine forest. There is a great deal of disagreement about the identity of the owner of the tomb. Often the same author of the same book, listing a list of names and noting a long paragraph of ambiguous words. To sum it up carefully, the word that appears the most is "Hao", and the time span is about the end of the ancient period to the middle of the ancient period.

The name of the owner of the tomb should be "*Hao" or "Hao*", whether it is a human race, and it is impossible to confirm the vague classic description. Because it is a Terran text, it is generally implied to be "Terran".

The question of the time span of the life of the owner of the tomb should be determined. However, whether it is one person or a group of people, there is a huge disagreement. Some people think that it is an immortal person, and some people think that it is the leader of an ancient tribe for dozens of generations, so that it can span such a long time.

In short, whether it is a person or a group of people, they are all people who have the ability to completely change the heavens and the earth, or a member of a certain spiritual race.

Such a cemetery has always been a place of exploration and training in the cultivation realm.

In fact, this place has indeed been heavily excavated once. What puzzles the world is that the dominant party is not the Ziwei Hall near the water, but the other four main sects "Qinghua Sect" far away in the Western Wilderness. There is no record of the process and results of the excavation, but since the end of the excavation, the "Qinghua Sect" closed the mountain gate and did not get out of the Western Wilderness for 5,000 years.

There are misfortunes and coincidences. It was precisely in the process of five thousand years of closure that the other three were accelerating their decline, and the Six Xuan League was rapidly rising. As a result, today, the strongest of the four is the "Qinghua Sect".

Since then, it has become a forbidden place.

The pine trees in the donkey's back pine forest, lush and dense. The leaves are covered with a thick layer of snow, spotlessly clean, white and shiny. On the ground, a thin layer of snow covers the ice, which is slippery. The neat snow surface shows that for a long, long time, no living creatures have been here.

At noon, it was warm in the pine forest, and the wind was blowing, and there was a refreshing coolness in the forest.

Those who dare to come here cannot be said to be all artists who are bold, at least they are prepared.

A figure mingled in the wind, entering the forest from due east, flying slowly against the pine trees, carefully searching every inch of its passage until it was deep into the woods. When we reached the position surrounded by five pine trees, the figure slowly fell to the ground.

At the moment of landing, an ice arrow flew from behind him, hitting the back of the heart with a strange speed and accuracy, and sparks sparked when it sank into the body. The figure was stunned for a long time, his eyes were wide open, and he slowly fell to the ground, staring blankly ahead, his hands slightly bent, as if trying to grasp the thread of life.

"As my cousin checked, this person is just a beginner monk of the Divine Realm, and he is just making trouble with a Xuanjian Mirror. The voice came from the woods, and in a moment, two figures walked out of the direction from which the voice came, and said in a reproachful tone: "For such a small person, I actually went on a trip myself. Su Changan, Su Changan, what's wrong with you?"

"Senior Brother Su, this person is really a Luo pot as the news says. Such an ugly person, being able to die at the hands of Senior Brother Su, is simply a great yin virtue accumulated by the ancestors. The man behind him, "Senior Brother Su, wait for me to check and collect a few immortal artifacts on his body." Then, we immediately left here. ”

"Well, I've already deployed it over there. Tonight, immediately raid the Hall of Stars and kill the remnants of Liuyun City to prevent future troubles. Su Changan slowly turned around and muttered to himself: "In more than a year, I can finish sorting out the ancient historical materials scattered in Dazaiyuan and find this place with my knowledge." It can be seen that this person is at least half a talent. What a pity!"

"Oh!"

"Snort~"

Before the words fell, the sound of sneering sounded at the same time.

A golden short sword followed the position of the heart and pierced through Su Changan's chest. He quickly drew it again, and there was not a trace of blood on the sword. Where the sword passes through, is a transparent hole.

Click~

A crisp cracking of the neck sounded in the woods.

One person, holding the golden sword in his right hand, slowly let go of his crushed neck with his left hand, and let the corpse in his hand fall to the ground.

Later, there was a black scepter in his hand, and the red blood bead on the scepter gradually spilled out. Looking through the red blood beads, the blood pillar inside the scepter became denser and thicker.

When the scepter was close to the dantian part of the corpse, it was like a bloodthirsty madman who had been longing for fresh blood for too long, and slowly melted into the corpse. Then, at the scepter, the corpse turned into a wisp of gray smoke that was blown away by the breeze through the trees.

The magic weapons and spiritual materials carried by the two corpses naturally changed hands.

The lonely figure, without any expression, looked around and continued to walk into the woods. After walking more than 100 steps, he quietly stuck to a pine tree, hiding his breath in the wind.

After a while, a shadow of nothingness appeared in front of the walk, drifting like a ghost.

It was a figure.