The Villain Has Something to Say

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The buried sand forest covers an extremely wide area and is located between Zhangzhou and the northernmost land.

Countless tall trees grow on this land, squadrons, sheltering the sky, walking in it, and seeing no trace of the sky. There is only one kind of tree that can grow here, called the hate wood.

From the roots of the roots and the yellow sand, from the ground up to a hundred meters, are bare trunks, the sky is strong, the bark is old, but then up, suddenly there are large and large thick shades, shaded Live in the sun and the moon.

The buried sand forest is the main place for the Terran. Every year, there will be a great catastrophe or even a Mahayana period to come here to investigate whether the situation of the buried sand forest is normal. Because this forest blocks the wind and sand from the northern part of the land, from the hate wood can also absorb the nutrients in the sand and stone, let them prosper.

Here, each plant is very close to the hate wood, almost less than three meters, you can see another strain of hate wood.

Walking in such a place, Luo gradually slowed down a lot, but there is not much danger here, but the hate wood itself is a kind of demon that can confuse people. As long as the unsettled monk enters it, it may be attracted by its fragrance, into a illusion, and finally become addicted to it.

A hate wood can only cause a moment of confusion to the mortal, the effect is not outstanding. But how many thousands of hate woods? Formed a whole forest of hate wood?

Then you can confuse the true heart of the person who cultivated!

"Listening to Yu Qingzi Shibo said, Master, when you come to the northernmost land, it is only in the Golden Year." Luo gradually cleared and quickly slid through the sand forest, saying: "At that time you crossed the forest. When did you notice something different?"

Even if the repair was temporarily suppressed, the realm and will of Luo gradually cleared without any influence. He didn't feel a trace of abnormality in the buried sand forest. The nose seemed to smell some light fragrance, but it was just a taste, and did not let him enter the illusion.

Xuan Lingzi is naturally more calm, he calmly said: "At that time, the teacher once heard the roar of the monster."

Luo gradually became interested in interest: "What voice?"

Xuan Lingzi said: "At first, a monster was roaring for the teacher. He didn't see the entity, but he could hear the sound. The teacher ignored it and went on. Later, more and more monsters are coming. When leaving the sand-covered forest, the monster has formed a thousand-strong army...but it is limited to sound."

Luo gradually smiled and said: "If you are a little scared, I am afraid that those voices will turn into real objects."

Xuan Lingzi is undecided.

The two walked in the sand forest for ten days and ten nights.

Along the way, I also encountered monks who flew from other towns to the north of the land. The lowest is also the Yuan Ying period. The two sides slammed each other, and the other party immediately watched the Luo gradually clear and Xuan Lingzi, and then carefully left.

The super-storm of the ten-year-old land has temporarily disappeared, and there are many monks who are looking for opportunities in the northern part of the country. Luo gradually clears that these people are not too concerned, because he did not want to compete with these people for opportunities that can be seen everywhere. His goal is very clear: he obtained the relics of the predecessors of Moqing and presented them to Mo Qiu.

Half a year ago, Luo gradually asked the Buddha to send a message to Moqiu, saying that he would send something to Moqiu after one year, so that Moqiu would not run around, or give him a way to contact him so that he could contact him. .

The relics of the predecessors of Moqing are self-contained by the Mo family. Nowadays, the most outstanding ethnic group is Moqiu, so Luo gradually cleared this thing to Moqiu. After the two met, they went to the cold desert and went to see the people of Moqiu.

There is a mysterious son, Luo gradually believes that there is no problem in self-protection in the northern part of the land, so he did not want to let Mo Qiu specifically come over. What's more, this is the first time he and his master went out to practice together, and they didn't want to be disturbed.

After passing through the buried sand forest, it is a desolate scene!

If it is said that Zhangzhou is full of yellow and green, the green is scarce; the sandy forest is full of yellow sand, dry and bleak. Then in the northern part of the land, you can see the dry up to the land that has been split! The cobweb-like gully is covered with this area, and on it, the shoes will make a "beep" sound along with the yellow sand.

Here, it is one of the four dangerous places in the 36 states!

Here, it is the northernmost land!

For the rest of my life, because of the reason of Taihua’s order, Luo gradually cleared away and went into the northernmost place without help. At the time, when he first saw such a dangerous and desolate place, he was also amazed, but now it seems that there is only one kind of helplessness and bitterness quietly in his heart.

His two younger brothers died in the northernmost land.

It was not because of the hurricane in the northern part of the land, but because it was implicated by Li Xiuchen.

It seems that I feel that my family has some low mood. Xuan Lingzi gently pulls Luo’s hand and says: “Since you enter the North China, you don’t need to suppress your cultivation. Here, gradually clear, the teacher will not help you a point. You can be a teacher does not exist, here is a kind of experience for you."

Luo gradually clears the meaning of the mysterious spirit: "Good."

In the past, the Luo’s gradual rehearsal of the period of the shackles, although placed in the outside world, can be regarded as a strong person, but placed in the northernmost place, but it can only be regarded as a medium-level. If you dare to come to the northernmost place, you must be a high-ranking monk who has confidence in his own strength. It is not a strange thing to encounter a fit-in monk here.

Next, the two officially entered the northernmost place.

Just stepping on this land, a gentle wind will blow away to Luo. The wind seemed to be soft, and there was no strength in the lightness, but Luo gradually cleared his throat and waited for it to brag.

Breeze in the breeze, the hair will break!

Luo gradually cleared the road: "It is a hurricane in the northernmost land, even if it has passed the most terrible storm period, it is still so powerful."

Xuan Lingzi coveted: "You can't care."

Luo gradually smiled and said: "I certainly understand."

Luo gradually cleared a layer of enchantment on his body, blocking the hurricane that weakened. The two went all the way, flying from the exit of the buried sand forest to the northwest. No monks were seen on the road, but the inexhaustible hurricane was madly scraping on the two.

Xuan Lingzi is in white, calm and calm, these hurricanes can not nearly close his body, will be annihilated through the distance of four or five feet. But he did not help to help Luo gradually clear.

The lesser hurricane was not a threat to Luo gradually clearing, but once, there were more than a dozen powerful hurricanes blowing from different directions to Luo gradually clearing him, so that he took it a little hard, and the blue sleeves Also a small mouth was cut by the hurricane.

Xuan Lingzi looked at this scene coldly, his eyes flashed a bit of distress, but did not say a word.

The two continued to fly forward and finally saw a middle-aged monk in black, the monk watching the volley flying in horror.

This is just a monk in the late Yuan Ying. He naturally did not dare to do anything about Luo Qingqing, but he shouted: "The two Taoist friends, flying in the extreme north is very dangerous! You are not as follows. , and walk slowly together, so that it is safe!"

The air is the main attack of these hurricanes, and this middle-aged monk is doing a good job.

However, when he said this sentence, Luo gradually cleared the two people and had no time to answer him.

The middle-aged monk snorted and said with a sigh of relief: "At first glance, I know that I am a child who is spoiled and ignorant of human suffering. It is estimated that I heard about the name of the Northland, and I ran over to see. Where do they know that this hurricane in the air is the most terrible. Since they want to die, then send it to death, I will go in the direction of their advancement, maybe they can see their bodies, and then... send a little fiscal!"

Thinking of this, the middle-aged monk stepped up and rushed forward.

Luo gradually cleared the idea of ​​the monk, and he and Xuan Lingzi went all the way. All that was seen along the way was the barren hills and gullies, not even a drop of water. The mountains are not high, similar to the plains, all are very cool and depressed; the gullies are deep and shallow, only one or two feet in shallow, but hundreds of feet deep!

If a monk who is a lower monk falls into it, I am afraid that even if it comes up, it is a problem.

"There are only four very dangerous places in the northern part of the land. Master, we have to meet three on this road." Luo gradually prepared for the early morning and said: "Soon we should have met the yin, and There are no bottom caves, all on our way forward. And the place I want to find is near Fengshenhai."

Xuan Lingzi dagger: "Everything listens to you."

Luo gradually lifted his lips and said: "You are not afraid of what I am going to take you to a bad place?"

Xuan Lingzi looked up at him, hiding his smile in his eyes, and asked: "You will bully the ancestors?"

Luo gradually cleared up: "If you sell Master, there will definitely be a big price."

Seeing the appearance of a rogue, the mysterious spirit is not as irritated as it used to be. He faintly swept Luo and gradually glanced at it, and he did not hear anything. Except for the fact that the ear can not help but red, there is really no change.

Luo gradually clears that of course, the matter of teasing is the end of the matter. He casually opened the subject: "But this time we can circumvent the dry hills. It is very dangerous. It is rumored that even the Mahayana monks will be buried in it. Have you been there?"

Xuan Lingzi said: "When you come to the north of the land, you can't go to the Jin Dan period. You never go in. You want to go?"

Luo gradually shook his head: "It is good to not go to nature."

Compared to the seemingly horrible names of Yinze, Bottom Cave and Fengshenhai, the dry mountain seems to be very common. However, in fact, no monk in the world dared to regard it as an ordinary mountain range, and there was no danger that a monk would dare to ignore it.

The dry mountain is located in the center of the entire northernmost land. It is well known that the hurricane in the far north is scraped from the sea of ​​Fengshen. This dry mountain is in the northern part of the plain. It seems to be just an ordinary, slightly higher mountain. There is nothing unusual.

Until 5,000 years ago, a Mahayana elder of the Excalibur entered into it, and then... did not come out.

Before he died, the power was anxiously left a sentence, and he was transferred to his own life stone. He only said: "The dry mountain can't enter!"

In just five words, this seemingly inconspicuous dry mountain has become the most terrifying place in the northern part of the country.

No one knows where the danger of the dead mountain is, but every monk who wants to enter the challenge has not come out. The Mahayana monks will not be stupid enough to go in and practice, but the horror of the dry mountain has long been a myth, making the world's monks horrified.

The dry mountain is a towering and rugged mountain range. It originates from a short peak in the southwest of the northern part of the country. It ends in the dry mountain in the northeast, obliquely in the middle of the northernmost land, dividing the northern part of the land into two halves. The dry hills are as high as 10,000 feet. There is a strong suffocating atmosphere all around here. Don't talk about the internal situation. Two hundred meters away, even the spiritual knowledge is blocked by the suffocating and cannot be explored.

This time, Luo gradually cleared from the southern part of the northernmost land. It is reasonable to say that it is necessary to cross the dry mountain to go northwest. However, he can go a little further, away from the dry mountains, and away from the dry mountains, through the Yinze and the bottomless caves, to the place where he remembered his life.

Without further ado, Luo gradually cleared and Xuan Lingzi flew quickly.

Just flew for a long time, I heard the sound of the sound of the water gradually coming, the sound of the water is getting louder and louder, and it is particularly abrupt in the wind. However, for a long time, the cold atmosphere was attacked from all directions, and the surrounding monks were more and more. The sky became dark from ten miles away, and the clouds were densely covered, and the soil became dark and damp dark black.

Luo gradually cleared his head and looked at Xuan Lingzi, who gently bowed to him. When Luo gradually thought about it, he flew down from the air and stepped on the soft, fluffy land. As he said before, Xuan Lingzi flew down behind Luo Qingqing.

The two had just flew down, and the monks who had long gone to the sinister sinisterly looked at them with vigilance. Dozens of high-ranking monks, each slamming their heads forward, they step by step closer to the most northerly