Chapter 807

"Young master Yun, you?" if Nanmen Feng heard this, he might not feel different, but Xiang Xue has known Zhang Xiaoyun for a long time, but he feels that Zhang Xiaoyun's tone and look are slightly different.

"Go back first. Do what I told you first..."

It seems that when hearing Xiang Xue's words, Zhang Xiaoyun turned his head and smiled at Xiang Xue. He was very kind.

Xiang Xue saw this, but his face seemed inexplicable. Then he nodded and turned away.

"Is Jianmu green? Sure enough, it is completely different from the Jianmu seed mastered by Duanmu bank. Is it because it has not touched the Jianmu seed yet?"

Nanmen Maple sits on the ground. Although there is no aura in the broken boundary of Southern Xinjiang, whether it is the demon family inherited by blood or the friar with the most precious treasure, it may not be completely helpless. Even like Zhang Xiaoyun, the former chief of Confucianism, the aura in the body has formed its own system, but because there is no supplement of heaven and earth aura, the cultivation will gradually lose in southern Xinjiang.

Even Zhang Xiaoyun may not dare to consume Reiki at will in this southern Xinjiang, but Nanmen maple is green and has an amazing momentum. Reiki turns into form because of the overflow of Reiki between the rapid activation of Reiki in the body. If you are an ordinary monk or a strong monk, it is not surprising that Reiki turns into form. However, in this southern Xinjiang, it is rare that meditation alone can spread the aura.

Zhang Xiaoyun stood dozens of steps away from the maple in the south gate. Although he was curious, he didn't walk in.

Nanmen Maple didn't do it deliberately at the moment. In the past, he looked at the yuan body and looked at the green awn like a surge. It was just when the seed of Jianmu went wild. What I saw was just boundless chaos. I just felt the vitality in it. The details were really cumbersome and profound. I didn't dare to look carefully, so I couldn't have much understanding.

Just now, it seems that it is just the heart, but the green awn is like an arm and finger, but it overflows faintly, constantly exploring everything around.

Although the maple in the south gate closed his eyes, under the green awn's visit, Shengsheng opened up dozens of steps of vision around him!

"This... How amazing..."

The maple in the south gate closed his eyes, but it seemed to be an internal vision element. The plants and trees around him were all in his mind.

This feeling is like all the movements between these dozens of steps are in your own heart. It is really mysterious. Dozens of steps later, maple at the south gate was curious about the plants and trees he saw in his heart. While looking carefully, there was a flash of breath on his side!

“！！！”

The maple in the South Gate thought, and Qingmang followed. The breath changed in a flash. Even Qingmang could not follow. Everything around him was blurred in a flash. Nanmen Maple's mind rose with the breath, but he could not control the green awn in his body.

Qingmang is like a runaway wild horse. He doesn't care about following the breath. At the beginning, Nanmen Maple wanted to see the breath, but in a moment, his heart was stuffy, and then the breath in his body slowed down, but his breath stopped.

The body of Nanmen Maple was originally a kind of wood. The green awn reappeared and repaired the structure. As the green awn dissipated and followed the breath, Nanmen Maple was suddenly depressed and was on the verge of death!

Between the lightning and flint, Zhang Xiaoyun saw the maple body at the South Gate as old as before. Nanmen Maple was suddenly alert, but his mind couldn't control the detached green mang. For a moment, he was in great danger.

Between the boundless nothingness, a figure was blocked in front of the green awn, but suddenly cut off the way ahead of the green awn. It seems that because of this figure, Qingmang retreated and dispersed in a flash, but he returned to the body of Nanmen maple in a flash.

The surrounding scenery also became clear. The breath in the body of Nanmen Maple slowly recovered, but a breath grew. Then he looked at the figure in the distance. It was not like a person, but like a demon family.

"Who can block the green awn of Jianmu seed between these ideas?"

Nanmen Feng's mind was still full of thoughts, but his mind was slowly cut off. After Qingmang returned to his body, everything around him dissipated in an instant.

Nanmen Maple slowly opened his eyes. It was nightfall at the moment.

"You?"

There was no time to think about the scene when Qingmang changed, but Nanmen Maple saw three or five people in black - Demon friars around. The leader was Zhang Meng who met at the beginning.

"It's almost time to break the boundary. I was worried that you had been practicing for too long and missed the time." Zhang Meng said, leaving Nanmen Feng at a loss.

"Break the boundary and open? Isn't it a few days later?" Nanmen Feng asked himself in a low voice. He looked at Zhang Meng and several fellow demon friars behind him, but he also stood up.

How many days have passed between this thought?

Seeing that Nanmen Feng got up, Zhang Meng didn't say much. He just turned around and said, "let's go to the ferry first."

On the ferry, the wooden boat is still there. It seems that few people use the wooden boat except for demon friars like Zhang Meng.

Nanmen Feng sat on the wooden boat with Zhang Meng. Since Zhang Meng led the way, Zhang Xiaoyun must also know the trend of Nanmen Feng and don't have to say goodbye.

Nanmen Feng is not familiar with the ferry. At the moment, seeing Zhang Meng, he just looks at the sky and doesn't untie the rope at the bow of the boat. In his heart, he vaguely feels that the prohibition on the wooden boat may be related to the time of day.

Somehow, I thought of the prohibition of duantian peak in Shushan mountain. Whether it is sword tomb or lock demon tower, it seems that the prohibition is set according to the trend of time, which is similar to this duanjie wooden boat.

At this point, Nanmen Maple vaguely felt that there might be any connection between them. After all, even Nanmen Maple didn't see any prohibition from any scriptures, which was started according to the sun, moon and hour.

The wooden boat walked on the long river, and the stench between the nose and breath dissipated only three or five minutes. Nanmen Feng's heart moved, opened his eyes and looked around. Although the wooden boat is in the direction of the hundred fruit forest, I don't know how Zhang Meng controls the direction. At the moment, although it is in the same direction, the mountains and rivers on both sides are completely different.

"How long does it take to go here?"

Nanmen Maple looked at the scenery on both sides of the Strait and asked.

"In the interdiction of the broken boundary, regardless of region, it can be thousands of miles in an instant. I can't say three or five days or three or five minutes, but don't worry, the interdiction on this wooden boat will accompany the broken boundary, and there will be no problem."

Nanmen Feng asked, and Zhang Meng didn't pretend to be.

Nanmen Feng heard the speech and raised his eyebrows. He vaguely had some impression of the second fault boundary. At the beginning, I didn't feel it before the swamp boundary was broken. At that time, although I was poisoned by the green and purple spider mother and haven't recovered my consciousness, I think that the boundary is as silent as this river. So it seems that the so-called duanjie is really like the prohibition of duantian peak in Shushan. At least it should have some origin.

With Zhang Meng's answer, nanmenfeng didn't want to look at everything around him. He just closed his eyes like Zhang Meng.

Although the wooden boat on the long river runs along the water, the maple at the South Gate feels that the surrounding scene changes no less than dozens of times. Each time the breath and sound are different, but it also passes through many places.

But since he knew that there was a prohibition in the long river boundary, nanmenfeng didn't want to look around. After all, if the prohibition was true, it would be very mysterious. Yang Luan's suspicion was more silly.

On the wooden boat, although the surrounding scenes changed a lot, the wooden boat remained stable. When the wooden boat shook slightly, Nanmen Maple opened his eyes and faintly came to a riverside bamboo forest.

"Go through the bamboo forest, find the stream in the forest, and go up the stream. There is a small temple, the water purification temple. It's inconvenient for us to follow, so we'll take you here."

When the wooden boat landed, the maple at the South Gate had not yet spoken, but Zhang Meng had to say goodbye first.

Nanmen Feng didn't think about it. He nodded and jumped off the wooden boat, but he also stood on the river bank, looked at Zhang Meng and his party and waved. When Zhang Meng and his party gradually went away in a wooden boat, Nanmen Maple's face was slightly cold.

It's just that Zhang Meng travels along the water in a wooden boat. Zhang Meng seems too appropriate, and many demon families pay too much attention to Nanmen maple.

Since the demon clan can find itself and know its trend at any time, it seems that it has great energy. Naturally, it doesn't have to pay so much attention to Nanmen maple. It must have another task.

I just don't know what the demon clan is doing?

As soon as he read this, Nanmen Feng couldn't help laughing at himself, "the world is so vast that he can't live in peace. How can he care about other people's business..."

With steady steps, Nanmen Maple also turned and walked towards the bamboo forest.

... the bamboo forest is secluded, not dense, but some new bamboo. There is a faint smell of bamboo and wood in the forest, and occasionally there is a cool wind. It is also a quiet place.

When Nanmen Maple was walking, he had few thoughts to enjoy the quiet bamboo forest scenery. He just looked for the so-called stream, which seemed to be rare and didn't smell the sound of water.

"Is Zhang Meng wrong? Or is he in the wrong place?"

Nanmen Maple has been walking three or five cups of tea in the bamboo forest, but he has not found the so-called stream, so he can't help feeling a little anxious.

"Here you are."

Nanmen Feng was still impatient, but he heard a voice in his ear. Turning around and looking closely, a bald monk with Yin and Yang faces stood quietly behind Nanmen maple.

"Unclean?"

Nanmen Feng frowned and hesitated to ask.

"It's me. Brother Chu is looking for your little companion?"

Unclean approached slowly. The sun was whirling among the bamboo forests. Unclean's face was black and white. Under the light and shadow, it was even more frightening.

Nanmen Feng couldn't see clearly, but he couldn't say he hated it. For unclean, Nanmen Maple has some good feelings. Just the residual impression when they met on the third day of the first month, he is also a gentle person.

It's rare to look carefully between the bamboo forests. His face is naturally black and white. He is dressed in cloth and his hands are closed. His eyes are slightly closed. He can't see the momentum of yin and Yang in the past.

"Has Huameng gone?"

Nanmen Maple reluctantly remembers that in the past, Huameng took unclean away. Now, looking at unclean standing here safely, he probably knows the result in his heart.

"She came to the Buddhist temple and left. However, you don't have to worry. Your little companion is still in the Buddhist temple."

There is nothing hidden between the unclean words.