Emperor of Nine Suns

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Hearing the sudden strange sound behind him, Elder Lingxin turned his head, his cold eyes full of surprise, "This pet rat of yours can actually talk. What level of spiritual beast is it?"

"Oh, it's just a dead mouse. When he has nothing to do, he likes to flirt with a parrot, so he has learned a few words. This stupid mouse doesn't learn well and only knows a few curse words."

Chu Chen scratched his head and used his spiritual thoughts to transmit messages to the little hamster.

Since ancient times, except for some extremely rare exotic spiritual beasts such as nine-tailed foxes, annunciation birds, three-eyed monkeys and other spiritual beasts, only spiritual beasts at the level of mythical beasts can speak human words.

Such a fat mouse is actually a mythical beast?

This result was too shocking, so Chu Chen quickly told the little hamster to shut up and started communicating using only his spiritual thoughts.

"Damn rat, what's the origin of this mountain?"

"I don't know either."

The little hamster stretched out his head and looked around, "This may be an island near the Western Wasteland, so the mountains here are also contaminated with the aura of the ancient times there."

"The aura of prehistoric times?"

Chu Chen nodded thoughtfully, "Then... why is there no food or animals on this mountain?"

"It's probably because there is a desolate vein hidden here."

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The little hamster's eyes flickered, and his tone was a little uncertain, "Desolate veins have existed since ancient times and contain certain rules of the ancient wilderness. Therefore, various strange phenomena will occur in places where there are desolate veins. In some places, no grass grows, and in some places, all life is extinct. This place The ancient mountain is so huge, and the energy of the earth veins gathered is also amazing, so it is normal for a barren vein to exist."

"Desolate Pulse?"

"That's right, it's Huangmai."

"Desolate veins can be considered a kind of opportunity, right?" Chu Chen pondered, "I have vaguely read in ancient books that desolate veins have various shapes, not only earth veins and spiritual veins, but sometimes they can also be desolate caves, desolate streams and other landforms. Form, but there are few records in ancient books.”

The little hamster chuckled, with a proud expression as if I was a living history book.

"Let me tell you,

The Western Wasteland experienced great changes in the last years of the ancient times. The rules of this world were intercepted and were different from other places. "

The little hamster talked eloquently, foaming at the mouth, "Other places, such as the Eastern Plains Territory, have experienced changes in several eras such as ancient times, ancient times, medieval times, and modern times. The environment of the world has changed greatly, and it is completely different from the ancient times. But the Western Wilderness Territory is different. No matter how time changes in the outside world, the aura of the ancient times still remains here. If this aura of desolation is used properly, it will have incomparable magical effects."

Chu Chen nodded.

"Desolate veins do exist in various forms and have different functions. For example, the desolate cave is a natural tomb that can be used as a tomb for those strong cultivators before their death. According to legend, those buried in the desolate cave It is very likely that a strong person will be reborn at some time in the future with even better cultivation and live a second life."

"I've heard about this. You should be buried in a cave before death. The better the quality of the cave, the greater the chance of longevity." Chu Chen said lightly.

"That's right. If you are buried in a good desert cave for ten years, your life may be extended by one month. If you are buried in a good desert cave for a hundred years, your life may be extended by one day. This thing has a lot of technology. As for the best desert caves that have a chance of rebirth. , only in legends.”

"Been taught a lesson."

"Among them, the Wasteland Stream has endless magical uses. It can be directly refined into the body of a monk. It will greatly enhance the monk's cultivation when he reaches the realm of Lingxi. The future is limitless."

"Barren Creek? Are you saying that there is a high probability that there is a barren creek that I need in this mountain?"

After hearing what the little hamster said, Chu Chen was stunned and his eyes lit up.

In addition to visiting the situation of his junior sister Tong Meng, his biggest purpose in coming to the Western Wasteland was to refine a desolate stream, so that the ancient desolate spring in his body would not be wasted.

"You can't be so unlucky, right? You can encounter a barren stream before you even reach the Western Wilderness Territory?"

"It doesn't have to be the desolate stream. The desolate vein has always been shrouded in desolate energy, and no one can really sense what's inside."

The little hamster shook his head, "I just speculated that there might be one. Whether it is a barren stream or not, you have to go to the location of the barren vein to know. I guess it might be the top of the mountain."

"The top of the mountain..."

Chu Chen turned his head and glanced at the sky, half of the mountain shrouded in clouds, his eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The huge mountains in the field of vision tower into the clouds and are boundless. They are simply far away!

"Don't worry, although this mountain is big, as long as you have perseverance, you still have a chance to climb it."

The little hamster pointed to the sky, "This huge mountain covers the sky and blocks the sky, but it is not insurmountable for the monks. Of course, if they run out of ammunition and food, whether they can survive it depends on luck. "

After the little hamster finished speaking, he yawned and went back to sleep again.

Chu Chen really couldn't figure out why this little hamster was always sleepy. Could it be because there were too many seals?

In the blink of an eye, Lingxin carried Chu Chen on his back and climbed the giant mountain for two days.

At this time, it was noon, and the soul, with beads of sweat on its white forehead, stopped, and put Chu Chen down under a towering tree.

Chu Chen felt a little strange. Logically speaking, rushing in the mountains should be very annoying.

But because Elder Lingxin was a frosty beauty who didn't understand the charm, Chu Chen felt that time passed very quickly.

"That's not right. After two days of walking, we are still at the foot of the mountain."

Elder Lingxin, who had always been indifferent, couldn't hold back her anger at this time. She frowned slightly, "How high is this giant mountain? Does it take a year and a half to climb it?"

"There is indeed something strange about this mountain..."

Chu Chen groaned and looked up. Even halfway up the mountain seemed to be out of reach.

"are you hungry?"

Elder Lingxin thought of something, with a hint of guilt on his cold face.

"I'm not hungry, but Elder Lingxin, please don't work too hard. We can't leave this huge mountain for a while, so we don't have to rush on our way." Chu Chen said in a deep voice.

After running around in the mountains for two days, the two of them felt tired and hungry.

There is still no food or living things around. Although there are many giant trees on the mountain, these branches are as hard as iron. Even some newly grown twigs are like pig iron and cannot be eaten at all.

The fruits that Elder Lingxin had found a few days ago had all been eaten, and there was no nutritional supplement. Even though both of them were monks, they both felt that they were about to reach their limit and could no longer bear it.

Chu Chen was more concerned about being too stubborn and making herself too tired.

"This place is really..."

Chu Chen suddenly smiled and said, "What if we really can't get out of this huge mountain and die in this mountain? If others see our bodies, will they think that we are a couple who died in love in the mountain?"