Chapter 488

(Hello, Mr. Huang, I still use the title of this chapter. Originally, this chapter wanted to call: let's listen to the cat... There was the sound of whip and artillery outside the window, reminding me that it's Chinese New Year. Ah, it's going to be a holiday. It's so comfortable. I'm looking forward to it.)

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Three hundred and thirty years ago, there was a war between the strong and the strong between the Terran practitioners and the high-level creatures of the snow country in the Lanling snow field.

Since then, there has been no real war in the spiritual world.

The fighting between sects and the fighting between good and evil can only be regarded as fighting, and the scale and intensity of the battle of Yuntai are far from enough.

However, there is bound to be a real war between qingshanzong and Xihai sword sect.

Since it is a war, it is natural to make perfect preparations and pre war analysis.

If the Xihai sword sect takes the sword God as its commander, the real killing is still southward.

In fact, qingshanzong has studied this first swordsman for many years.

On the basis of hundreds of years of research, they tried to determine the way to close the atmosphere to the South and avoid the green mountain array.

The giant friend of Jingjiu contacted the fog on the South China Sea Fog island and confirmed that the fog was a natural wonder on the island. If it was too far away from the island, it would dissipate gradually.

So this is definitely not the method used by southbound.

Through extremely complex and careful deduction and calculation of Nanxu's origin, previous skills and temperament and wisdom, Shiyue peak was tired of two elders, and qingshanzong finally came to a conclusion with a reliability rate of more than 90% - Nanxu refined himself into a living corpse with the great method of restraining the soul of the barbarian mountain God.

The living corpse has no vitality, so it can avoid the search of the green mountain array.

When necessary, Nanju will wake up and send a fatal sword to Liu CI or yuan Qijing at the most critical moment before the start of the green mountain array.

Nanqi was born in Nanman tribe and was familiar with these witchcraft, so Liu CI suggested Jing Jiu to take her with him.

She was a little unhappy and whispered, "since you know he's in the coffin, why don't you check from this clue?"

Well nine said, "there are too many coffins to find out."

Nan forgot to be stunned. He didn't understand how there were so many coffin trucks. Would many people die every day?

Well nine looked at her and sighed in her heart.

He and Liu CI were the same at the beginning. They don't understand why many people die every day.

It was not until the roller shutter people sent the data that they knew that on average, more than 10 million people would die in Chaotian mainland every year, while the area they wanted to check was more than 3 million. This means that 10000 coffins are opened and closed every day in the place they want to check.

In fact, this is common sense, but practitioners live too long to think of this.

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Nanforget and Jingjiu left Lushan and went west to the mountain hundreds of miles away from Yizhou.

At this time, it is summer. The mountains are not cool, but more muggy. In addition, there is no spiritual pulse. No wonder there are so few people.

The eminent monk of Baotong Buddhist Temple took out the extremely precious red vegetable moss preserved from spring to the present to entertain the two distinguished guests, but there was no clue.

When he left the Buddhist temple, Jing Jiu made a special trip around the vegetable garden and found nothing.

The white cat squatted on his shoulder and suddenly mewed at the northeast sky.

Without hesitation, Nan forgot to ride the sword and fly over there.

Well nine rises with it, but it gives birth to a very bad premonition.

Walking with a white cat is not for safety, but for smell. When it comes to the nose of the whole green mountain, it's only the dead dog.

There are no roads or people in the mountain, which is full of miasma and wild trees, but still makes people feel desolate.

The white cat squatted on his shoulder, raised his head, kept sniffing, and meowed gently from time to time.

Jing Jiu and Nan forgot to listen to the cat, kept changing their direction and gradually went deep into the mountain.

When dusk came, the white cat yawned, shook his head, tried to wake himself up, and then meow to remind them that they should still be ahead.

Nan forgot to feel that it was much more lovable now than before. He stretched out his hand to touch its head.

Where would the white cat let her hand fall on her body, open the small mouth of the blood bowl, expose small sharp teeth sharper than the flying sword, roar and bite down.

At this time, he suddenly changed his look, climbed down from Jing Jiu's shoulder at an extremely fast speed, got into his sleeve and refused to come out again.

Nan forgot to look at Jing Jiu's slightly trembling sleeves and remain silent.

Well nine looked forward to the mountains and fields, with an extremely dignified look.

eureka.

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There is an old road buried by weeds deep in the mountains.

At the end of the old road, there is a shabby little temple with a lantern hanging in front of it.

There is a black coffin in the broken temple.

A girl came out of the temple, dressed in a short skirt and covered with silver bells, but there was no sound when she walked.

The girl lit the lantern outside the temple, and the red light lit up the broken temple, just as night came.

On a cliff more than ten miles away, Jing Jiu took back his sight and looked south.

The girl is very similar to Nanqi.

"At the beginning, in order to clean up the influence of the descendants of the South trend, I asked the family to kill many people, but I still escaped some."

Nan forgot to look at the girl who walked back to the temple and said expressionless, "she should be called Nan Zheng."

With these words, she felt out a wine pot and began to drink.

Drinking is not because of feeling at seeing Nanzheng, but because of fear.

Nanqu should be lying in the black coffin.

She is the Qingrong peak leader of qingshanzong and the real strong one who breaks the sea, but what is she in the eyes of the other party?

Jing Jiu looked at her and said, "you should drink less wine and practice more swords."

Nanqi's talent and savvy are very good. If he is willing to spend more time on cultivation, such as drinking, singing, hurting spring and autumn, he is afraid that he has already reached the peak of breaking the sea.

At that time, he and Liu CI thought that Nanqi was the most likely candidate to pass the sky after Fang Jingtian. Now she has been crossed by Guangyuan real person. In his opinion, it is of course a pity.

Nan forgot to think that this guy was confused by the black coffin. How dare he speak to himself in this tone.

Well nine also had some accidents. She didn't ask herself if she wanted to die. She guessed that she was very nervous at this time. She pointed to the broken temple in the distance and said, "who is the statue in the temple?"

This broken temple is obviously the system of Nanman tribe temple. The statues in the temple are not like nanforget. They are obviously much taller. The paint on their faces has long been mottled and fallen off, but they still give people a cold and killing feeling.

Nan forgot to say, "it should be Nanju himself."

Eight hundred years ago, Nanxu was the true God of Nanman tribe, and his realm and identity could afford it.

However, as he was forced into the fog island by the green mountain sword array, time passed, he had already been forgotten by the vast majority of tribal people.

This broken temple is likely to be his last temple.

Thinking of this possibility, Nan forgot to lift the wine pot again and take a big sip of wine.

Jing Jiu felt the trembling in his sleeve and knew that ADA was still afraid. He touched it across his clothes to comfort him, and then said to Nan forget, "don't be afraid, there is me."

"You're not your master. What bullshit."

Nan forgot to wipe the wine off the corner of his lips and said expressionless, "keep this place well. I'll inform the headmaster."

Well nine said I'll come and sat down cross legged.

The white cat got out of his sleeve, climbed to his shoulder, stretched out its claws and hugged his neck.

The sleeves moved without wind, and a sword Bracelet fell off from Jingjiu's wrist. It dissolved in the wind, changed back to the body of Forsyth sword, turned into a blood line, and disappeared in the last twilight.

Nan forgot to look at the disappearing blood line and feel strange.

At the sword test meeting that year, she and other peak elders saw Jing Jiu's innate invisible sword body with their own eyes and determined that it was an immortal Kendo wizard.

But how old is this guy? He has only repaired the sword for a few years. How can he swim with the sword? And isn't the Fu Si sword left by Jingyang to Zhao Layue? Why can you use it?

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The night shrouded the wild mountains and broken temples, and the red lantern became more and more eye-catching.

The black coffin lay quietly in the temple, giving people a strange and terrible feeling.

Between the cliffs more than ten miles away, Nan forgot and the white cat stared at the broken temple without looking away.

They stand and lie down one by one, integrating with the surrounding autumn trees and weeds.

It took a long time for one night to pass.

The morning glow reflected the red sky.

Well nine opens his eyes.

The sword tour was over, but FOSS sword didn't come back.

Nan forgot that he knew how fast FOSS sword was. He couldn't understand it at all.

Knowing that Nanxu is here, qingshanzong should attack with all his strength. Why didn't he even send back any news?

Well nine got up, looked at the broken temple in the morning light and said, "I told them that the South trend was here, but I didn't let them come."

Nanxu did turn himself into a dead body in a coffin by using the mountain god's method of arresting the soul, but it was by no means this.

The dead body in the black coffin had no breath, just like a real body, but Jing Jiu always felt that there was something missing from the body.

The strange red lantern made him think of some possibility.

Red lanterns are used to summon souls.

South trend's soul is gone?

The soul of authentic practitioners of Xuanmen is Yuanying, and the soul of sword cultivation is sword spirit. Now Chaotian mainland is more used to calling it sword ghost.

This habit is derived from ghost Kendo, which moved south in those days.

The dead body in the black coffin has no soul, which means that the sword ghost of southward trend is not there.

In other words, other practitioners will think that if the sword ghost is not there, it is true death, even if the man is heading south. But well nine knows that sword ghosts can survive alone under some special circumstances. He believed that an old man like Nanju would shake the whole world if he really died. He would never be so silent. The sword ghost of Nanxu must still be alive, but I don't know where he went. Jing Jiu didn't let Liu Ci and Yuan ride the whale. He was worried that the sword ghost heading south went to the West Sea. If that's the case, Castle Peak must throw all his strength into the West Sea to avoid accidents Nan forgets why elder martial brother leader and elder martial brother Jianlv should listen to Jing Jiu's opinion. What if Nanxu wakes up from the coffin? She looked at the broken temple in silence and her face was a little pale. Lord white ghost is a big thing guarding the Castle Peak and connecting the sky at the beginning of the world, but even if you join hands with her, you can't be the enemy of the South trend. At this time, the girl went out of the broken temple and blew out the red lantern“ According to my calculation, the body in the coffin will not wake up, so we are safe. " Well nine said, "we just need to destroy the lantern and the body in the coffin when necessary." The white cat gave a pathetic meow and said in her heart that I dare not do such a thing. Nan forgot to hum coldly and said, "if you want to come, come." Well nine thought about the bad feeling and said, "it makes sense. You go first. I'll wait here." This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.