Chapter 486

South forgot to look at the lake.

Just a simple turn around, the intoxication in her eyes disappeared, and her body exuded the fresh air of the mountains. More importantly, Her Majesty was extremely dignified, and she became the master of Qingrong peak in the green mountain.

The boat moved without oars, broke the waves, stirred up countless splashes, and soon came to a place not far from the lake.

The doctor knelt on the ground, holding a file in his hands, and dared not look up.

South forgets to stretch out his hand to take the case file every other space, spreads it out, sweeps two eyes, and says to Jing Jiu, "I'm still going to Lushan."

Countless very thin sword strings were born on the lake and formed a network of things.

South forgot to soar into the air, stepped on the net with bare feet, and flew towards the sky with a whoosh.

Then the cosmic front broke through the air.

There were waves on the lake and it took a while to calm down.

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Lushan is a famous mountain in the southwest of Chaotian continent. Its fame mainly comes from the Nanman tribe. It is said that the temple of Nanman ancestor worship is here.

Two sword lights fell on the valley, and the South forgot to look at the surrounding mountains and fields and remained silent.

She is the master here, but she has not returned for many years. It is inevitable that she is a little strange, and her heart is a little heavy because of the southward trend.

Of course, the South trend is not in Lushan. If the roller shutter people can find him, why should the green mountain be like a great enemy?

This is a clue that immortal Liu CI asked Shuiyue nunnery to calculate with tianrentong.

She waved her sleeves and hit the silver bracelet on her wrist, making a nice and clear sound. Hundreds of wild bees flew out of the flowers and trees in the mountains and followed the sound to the distance.

Jingjiu knew that she was informing the elders of those tribes to help.

Before long, a black smoke suddenly appeared dozens of miles away.

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The sword light broke through the dense forest, the leaves were cut off, rustled down and kept flying, just like a flock of killed birds.

There is an open space in the forest. A simple temple is built. I don't know which Mountain God is for.

The mountain temple has been surrounded by curtains, and the knot is a little scrawly. It is obvious that it is done in a hurry.

Looking through the curtain, Jing Jiu saw at least dozens of barbarians kneeling on the ground and touching the ground with their foreheads. Their bodies trembled slightly, not fear but excitement.

There are more barbarians coming here in the distant mountains. Similarly, no one dares to take a look at mambri. They all kneel with their heads down, looking very pious.

There are several old people with obviously different costumes, more gorgeous clothes and silver collars. They should be figures such as wizards and elders.

The expression of Nan forgets has not changed. It seems that he is very used to this treatment.

She said something rather vague.

The southern barbarians outside the curtain kowtowed, kissed the ground, and then retreated further.

Jing Jiu walked into the temple and looked at the statue with half lotus, supporting his jaw with his hands and graceful expression. He felt familiar and asked, "is this your ancestor?"

Nan forgot to say, "it's me."

Jing Jiu was stunned and then relieved.

The biggest difference between practitioners and mortals is life span.

And time is a myth.

The ground in the temple has been excavated, revealing some dark things.

Judging from the freshness of the soil, it should be that the tribal elders here have just dug it out after receiving the letter from Nan forget.

Those black things are not coal, they are shade wood.

At the bottom of Nanman temple, there will be many thousands of ancient trees, called sacred trees. These sacred trees suddenly become Yin trees, which naturally means a lot of things.

Nan forgot to look dignified and sat on the ground, but his breath was more lazy.

Her left foot is under her hip, her right leg extends forward, her bare feet are like white lotus, and her jaw is supported by her hand, as if thinking.

If she carries a wine pot in her hand at this time, it will be a common picture of the stoned beauty at the top of Qingrong peak under the starry sky.

No wine pot.

At this time, she looked like the statue of God in the temple.

Well nine looked at her quietly.

Nan forgot to close his eyes as if he were sleeping.

The silver bells on her suddenly rang.

These little silver bells hanging on her body never ring at will, whether walking or flying with a sword.

The silver bell vibrates faster and faster, and the crisp sound is more and more dense. It passes through the curtain and rings through the mountains.

Outside the temple, there was the cheering of Nanman people, followed by rough and vibrant music and songs, and then the sound of footsteps trampling on the ground.

It should be time to start dancing.

Time passed slowly, Nan forgot still sleeping, and the silver bell still rang until night came.

When the campfire was lit, the barbarians were not tired and still sang and danced. On the contrary, they became more enthusiastic under the action of alcohol.

Jingjiu felt at least thousands of breath, gathered in the mountain temple, getting thicker and thicker, and was about to become a raindrop of joy.

Nan forgot to open his eyes suddenly. His eyes had no emotion and gave directions to the air at will.

The seemingly simple finger is the combination of Qingrong Feng's unprovoked sword technique and Nanman's divine skill. Looking at the sky and the mainland, she is the only one who can show it.

Countless extremely fine threads of light gushed from her fingertips and instantly woven into a huge pattern.

This pattern is bright and dark, and gradually becomes a shape. It can vaguely distinguish the map of Tiannan continent.

The closer to Lushan, the clearer the map will be. Even a stream and a cave will be marked. The farther away, the more blurred the pattern will be. As for the distant ice and snow Kingdom, it is completely blank on this map.

There is an obvious light spot on the picture, which is near Lushan Mountain. It should be the mountain temple where they are now.

A very dark line stretched out from the light spot into the distance.

Well nine knows it's his turn.

His sight fell into the blank at the bottom of the map, where there was a light spot.

There is the South China Sea, where the treasure ship on Penglai Island was slaughtered.

The second light spot has reached the south bank, where the whole village residents died strangely.

Then more and more light spots appear, which is what these tianqingshan sect think is suspicious recently. The distribution of these light spots seems to be irregular, but if you look further away, you can vaguely see that they are like a fan. There is a line from the depths of the South China Sea to small villages on the shore, and then gradually disperse to the north.

The dark line that left the mountain temple came to this sector, gradually separated into more than ten light spots, neatly arranged up and down.

Yizhou is not far from this spot belt.

Then the West Sea is not too far.

Well nine was silent.

He had thought Nanxu would make other choices, but he didn't expect the other party to be so confident.

Nan forgot to sit all night and consumed too much energy. He was inevitably a little tired. He stretched his waist and said, "where is it?"

Those light spots are only small on the map. In fact, they are at least hundreds of miles around. To find out the dozen light spots,

When she spoke, she looked up and down, the silver bell moved and pursed her small mouth, just like an ordinary pretty girl wronged.

Well nine looked at her snow-white stomach and thought it would be good not to drink.

Nan forgot to notice his sight and said, "do you want to..."

Well nine didn't want to die or touch. Pointing to a light spot on the picture, he said, "here."

Nan forgot immediately what happened in front of him and asked, "why?"

Well nine pointed to the village by the sea and said, "according to the normal moving speed, the most likely place for him now is here."

Nan forgot to think that the realm of the ancestor of fog island was unfathomable, like a sword fairy, coming and going freely for thousands of miles. What is normal speed?

Jing Jiu said, "if a breath comes out from Nanxu, it will be found out by the green mountain sword array, so he must have found a way to shield the breath temporarily, just like emperor Xiao. But no matter what method, he can't move, otherwise he will leak his breath. "

No one in Chaotian mainland can really keep the same.

Even if he learned the nether fairy sword, he could only achieve infinite approximation.

Since the southward trend can never move, it can only be sent by others, and in order not to attract the attention of the spiritual world, it can only be transported by the most common method.

Who sent southward to the depths of the Chaotian continent? It must not be Xihai sword sect, because Qingshan sect has been staring at it.

Well nine didn't know who the man was, but knew another fact and said, "he's in the coffin."

Nan forgot to think about the dark breath he felt when he used the magic of channeling, and his expression changed slightly.

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A carriage carrying coffins has been heading north on the official road a few days ago.

The coffin is an old coffin. You can see that it is very well raised.

The girl driving the car is also very well raised.

The girl was petite and charming. She was even more charming in white filial piety clothes, which aroused the interest of many villains.

But those villains don't know that the girl was once a real villain in the old forest.

Nanzheng doesn't dare to kill at will, but it's easy to get rid of these people.

More than ten days later, she drove her car to a wild mountain. The mountain road had come to an end. The city outline was hidden in the distance outside the cliff, but it was hundreds of miles away.

The mountains here could not even sense a trace of aura. They were really deserted to the extreme. She guessed that it should be the wild mountain around Yizhou.

This wild mountain is sparsely populated, and there are no spiritual sects. Only the Baotong Buddhist temple, which was founded by Zen to clean up miasma, remains here.

Nanzheng didn't expect that there was a temple in this wild mountain.

It was also a mountain temple in the tribe that she was familiar with but had not seen for many years.

It is at least thousands of miles away from Lushan. Why are there temples in the tribe?

The mountain temple is very old and small. After the coffin is carried in, there is only a very narrow space to lie down. When she turned and looked at the black coffin, the strange feeling in her heart became stronger. There was no breath in the black coffin, and the old man inside seemed to be really dead. She didn't know what her ancestors came here to do or how long she would wait here, but she didn't dare to leave at all. When night came, the wild mountains were like ink. There was no sound, not even the cry of wild animals. Nanzheng is a master of Bu Laolin. Naturally, he is not afraid of wild animals, but he is afraid of this silence. She found some oil under the stone statue of the mountain temple and poured it into the lantern outside the temple. The lantern is broken, but it can still be lit, and it is actually red. The warm red light lit up the broken temple. It looks a little festive. It's also a little scary This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation