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Xiong Zhen roared, and the fleshy wings on his back shook. The black and white energy condensed into a big net and covered Jiang Yuanchen.

The face of the young man on the side changed: "Be careful, this bear beast can control the power of wind and thunder, and the black and white airflow on its back is the transformation of Yin wind and Yang thunder!"

With the aura of wind and thunder, a silver light appeared in Jiang Yuanchen's eyes, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed. It is no longer a jungle bear, but a world of vitality composed of streams of vitality.

The theory of monistic creation that Jiang Yuanchen learned involves the original composition of the world, and Jiang Yuanchen also learned how to look at the nature of the world.

Looking at mountains is not mountains, looking at water is not water, everything points directly to the original vitality composition of the world.

The exquisite sound boomed, and the Silver Moon Dharma Appeared behind Jiang Yuanchen. The lunar energy froze the surrounding area, directly turning the dense forest environment into a world of ice and snow. Xiong's wind and thunder yin and yang network was also stirred by the lunar energy and instantly collapsed halfway.

Any spell has a special balance point, which balances the energy used in this spell. Then you only need to break one of them and let the power structure contained in this spell collapse on its own, and this spell will naturally dissipate.

However, this involves the most critical point. The casting of any spell requires the guidance of the caster's unique mana. Therefore, if you want to destroy the spell from the essence, you must simulate his mana attributes, and this is also This is the direction of Jiang Yuanchen's research.

However, Xiong Zhen's mana attributes were temporarily simulated. After all, Jiang Yuanchen didn't know Xiong Zhen very well. Xiong Zhen's next few attacks could not fully rely on the simulated mana attributes, fundamentally destroying its magic balance point.

Entering a state where mountains and rivers are neither mountains nor water, Jiang Yuanchen's spiritual consciousness could not sustain it for long, and he immediately withdrew from this state and no longer used Xiong Yan as an experimental subject.

The cold moon suddenly appeared, and under Jiang Yuanchen's seriousness, he completely froze the bear with just one blast of cold moon sword intent.

"It should be able to seal it for three moments." Jiang Yuanchen calculated and walked up to the young man to check his injuries.

"Fortunately, they are all skin injuries." Jiang Yuanchen took out a red pill: "This medicine can stop bleeding and relieve pain. Just swallow it directly."

The young man did not doubt that he was there, so he took the elixir and swallowed it in one gulp. The warm air spread from the throat to the whole body, and the wound no longer hurt as before.

"Is this the elixir for immortal cultivators from China?" the young man thought to himself.

Just when Jiang Yuanchen turned his back to Xiong Yan, the ice that originally sealed Xiong Yan suddenly burst.

"Can't even hold on for a moment? The monsters in Southern Xinjiang are quite strong, aren't they?" Jiang Yuanchen calculated based on the level of monsters in Lingzhou, but he didn't think about the monsters in Yanzhou and Lingzhou because their living environments are different. , their strength is also quite different.

"Bi'an." Jiang Yuanchen secretly summoned Bi'an and was about to attack Xiong An. A red arrow and a green light were first aimed at Xiong An. In the blink of an eye, Xiong An's body turned into a pool of blood.

"Junior brother!"

"Brother Changming!"

Two voices came from not far away, and then Lin Zixuan and Nangong Mu hurried over.

"I'm fine." Jiang Yuanchen said peace to the two of them, and his eyes fell on the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.

"My name is Teng Mulian, and I am from the nearby Mashan City." The young man saw the mark of Yiwang Palace on Nangong Mu: "I have seen the envoy of Yiwang Palace."

Mashan City? Nangong Mu seemed to have heard of this name, but he couldn't remember it when he thought about it carefully.

"This Taoist priest must be from China, right?" Tengmu Lian bowed to Jiang Yuanchen: "The Taoist priest saved my life, and he invited the Taoist priest to Mashan City as a guest, giving me a chance to repay him. "

Just as Jiang Yuanchen was about to refuse, he heard Nangong Mu shout: "Ma Shan City, a warrior who followed my ancestor to open up the southern Xinjiang human race seemed to be named Teng. His tribe later seemed to have built a mountain city near the wilderness to play chess. The sentry of the royal palace. However, I remember that Mashan City has been lurking in the wilderness for a long time, and it seems that it suffered a catastrophe a year ago, and then..." Nangong Mu stopped talking and stared at Tengmu Lian.

"That's right, there was a big disaster, and our tribe went into seclusion to recuperate."

"Young Master!" Teng Mulian had just finished explaining when he heard a group of people not far away shouting for someone.

"They came to see me." Three eyes fell on him, and Tengmu Lian said with a smile: "I can still be the master in the mountain city. If the three of you are free, please come here as guests."

"There seems to be a Yinfeng Valley near Mashan City." Lin Zixuan also sent a message to Jiang Yuanchen through the map he had obtained from Yiwang Palace in advance.

Jiang Yuanchen's heart moved, Yinfeng Valley, then there might be the Black Wind Yin Bone they need in the valley.

The Black Wind Yin Bone needs to be blown away by the wind for three hundred years in the Dead Wind Land before the bones can be turned into black jade. Then it will take another two hundred years for it to have three natural wind tunnels before it can truly become a spiritual object with the property of the wind. .

In other words, a Black Wind Yin Bone needs to be nurtured in the Dark Wind Valley for at least five hundred years before it can become the lowest level Yin Bone. This thing is also a yin-cold and poisonous thing. The mission Jiang Yuanchen and the others received was from an elder who wanted the black wind yin bone to refine a magic weapon to neutralize the pure yang nature.

…

The southern border of Yanzhou is divided into two areas by the Yiwang Palace. The north side of the Yiwang Palace is the residence of the human race and is deeply influenced by the states in the Middle Earth. On the wild side to the south, in addition to the demon clan, there is also the inheritance of the ancient witch clan. The human clan's copycat mountain city here has many traces of wizards.

The owner of Mashan City, a city built on the mountain, is the hero who once opened the Yiwang Palace. However, there are also wizards in the city who control medicine and sacrifices.

Jiang Yuanchen and the others followed Teng Mulian into the mountain city and saw a huge totem pole standing in the city. In these wild mountain cities, there is no so-called mountain god protection, but totem heroes guarding their tribes.

"Huh?" The moment he entered the mountain city, Jiang Yuanchen seemed to have something, and looked at the totem pole in the center.

The totem pole is covered with witch patterns, and Jiang Yuanchen can also vaguely see the dead wild warriors of the past generations, and their heroic spirits are sleeping in it and turning into the power of the totem pole.

A young black-robed wizard who was practicing in the totem pole with his eyes closed was also startled and looked at Jiang Yuanchen at the gate of the city.

"A monk from Middle Earth? And—"

"High Priest!" A girl suddenly broke in: "The young master is back."

"I know, you go down." The wizard waved his hand and said to the girl's back when she was about to leave: "Next time, if the young master secretly leaves the mountain city again and you help hide it, I will throw you directly into the totem pole. in."

The girl trembled, looked at the totem pole with a look of fear, said nothing, and left the place in a hurry.

The totem pole radiates red light. It took countless generations of blood sacrifices to maintain its current strength. The wizard stretched out his hand to touch the totem pole and felt relieved after feeling this powerful force.

"So what if they are two Middle-earth cultivators? If they dare to destroy the peace of the mountain city, then even the envoys of King Yi Palace will be killed."

With his black robe rolling, the high priest came to the city to look for Teng Mulian and gave him a lecture without saying a word.

"Young Master is too willful. I have already told you not to go out easily!"

"How can you go out hunting when your body has not recovered from a serious illness?"

"Without the help of the two immortal masters and King Yi's envoy this time, young master, can you still come back?"

"Besides, do you know how much power has been mobilized in the city to find you?"

Tengmu Lian was speechless when he was told such a direct lesson, while Jiang Yuanchen and the other three looked at the sky or the ground, and in short they all expressed thoughtfully that they did not hear it.

…

In King Yi's Hall, Sutra Collection Building, an old man was dozing off against the Grand Master's chair.

A young girl suddenly broke in with a firebird in her arms and took a map in front of the old man: "Old man! There must be something wrong with your map. This made me go on a trip to the wilderness in vain, without me at all." Something to look for.”

Seeing the old man dozing continuously, the twenty-eight girls became angry and shouted at the fire bird in their arms: "Big Red, burn his beard!"

The firebird chirped upon hearing the sound, and golden flames gradually burned from the end of the old man's beard.

"Oh, my little ancestor!" After the old man was awakened, he quickly summoned a ball of Guishui Xuanjing to put out the flames: "Why did you come back suddenly?"

"Where is the latest version of the map? Your map is wrong!" The girl sneered: "You are so confused. Could it be that you have confused this year's wilderness map with those from previous years?"

The old man shook his head repeatedly: "No, the only people who came here to get the map during this period are you and Nangong Xiaogui. I gave him the latest map drawn last month." The old man's eyes suddenly turned to a red mark on his desk. Scroll, quickly opened it and took a look.

"What's wrong." The old man's expression changed and he quickly looked for other maps on the desk.

The girl felt something was wrong, so she grabbed the map and saw that it was the latest version of the map that the old man said.

The girl was also smart and good-natured. She understood immediately and shouted to the old man: "Which map did you give to Brother Nangong?"

You know, even people like Nangong Mu who grew up in Southern Xinjiang cannot keep the changes in Southern Xinjiang in mind, especially the distribution of monsters, which will change again in a few years.

According to the rules of Yiwang Palace, the latest map is updated every three months to ensure the safety of his disciples. Otherwise, if you foolishly go to kill a low-level monster, only to find a high-level monster on the ground, your entire army will be wiped out in an instant. Or, like the girl this time, it would be a futile trip.

"It was from two years ago." The old man looked wrong and quickly compared the two maps and sketched out ten different places.

"Three are regional changes, and six are the distribution and translocation of monsters. So what is the rest?" The girl pointed to the last red cross.

"Oh, that's Mashan City." The old man glanced at it: "The red cross means that this place does not need to be drawn on new maps in the future."

"Why?" the girl asked casually.

"Because...a plague broke out in Mashan City a year ago, and everyone in the city died."