The past has passed with the years, and the dust of history has been buried under the vast earth. This is the most true portrayal of the Northern Region.
Time flies, the vibrant earth becomes a bleak place, and the race of the past has become the clouds of history.
Now, there is only endless emptiness and desolation left in the northern region. Looking around, the endless land has nothing, only a monotonous reddish-brown color.
More than a dozen riders ran quickly, and Zhang Wuye and his village were two hundred miles away. At this speed, they could rush back before the sun set.
Ye Fan also rode on a horse, riding along with Master Zhang Wu, and carefully consulted various secrets about the source.
The Book of Source was lost a thousand years ago, and many secret methods of finding the source were lost. Mr. Zhang was very sorry, and he sighed when he talked about this.
Ye Fan was also a little disappointed. It was definitely a strange book. He wanted to get a glimpse of the truth. He found the dragon vein of the source and determined the peerless divine source. This method was shocking.
Once you have the grasp, you will definitely become a guest of honor in the holy land. This wonderful book has immeasurable value.
More than a dozen riders were running, leaving more than a dozen smoke and dust.
After more than an hour, the horse's speed became slower and slower, but it only took seventy or eighty miles to run. It was not a good horse and its physical strength was very average.
drive!
Suddenly, seven or eight riders appeared on the horizon, at an extremely fast speed, like a whirlwind, stirring up smoke and dust, and arrived in front of you in the blink of an eye.
The mounts of these people are not ordinary horses, they are all shining with scales, tall and long, and very large. They are dragon scale horses, with a body similar to horses, covered with blue scales, traveling four or five thousand miles a day without any fatigue.
No, it’s a bandit!The very clever boy named Wang Shu changed color among the dozen people.
Stop it all for me!A middle-aged man with dark skin shouted.
The eight-skinned dragon-scale horse surrounded and blocked Ye Fan and others. Everyone on the mount shouted: Hand over all the sources you have dug, otherwise this would be your bone burial place.
Ye Fan finally experienced the complexity of this chaos. In broad daylight, bandits were rampant and they were about to kill and rob.
This adult, we did not collect a source of grain today and did not get any harvest.Wang Shu explained with apologizing.
Stop talking nonsense. People like you, such as you, have never cried without seeing the coffin. Hand it over quickly and let you leave, otherwise today will be your day of worship next year.The middle-aged man hit the black face scolded.
Sir, we really have nothing to gain. If you don’t believe it, you can search your body and we will not resist at all.Master Zhang bowed.
Ye Fan patted Mr. Zhang Wu on the shoulder, so he didn't have to worry and looked at these people.
The old guy stayed there!A bandit stepped forward and stared at Ye Fan, feeling the breath that seemed to be active on his body.
He also said that there is no source. This young man with fine skin and tender flesh must have many sources hidden in his body.A bandit waved his whip and whipped at Ye Fan hard, cursing: How dare you lie in front of us!
Bang!
Ye Fan grabbed the whip and said to Master Zhang Wu and others: You go ahead and wait for me.
Who do you think it is? A person who Caiyuan dares to do this?The bandit glanced around and said: I see whoever dares to leave, I will wait here obediently!
thump!
Ye Fan pulled him off the dragon scale horse, but he did not kill him. He had a lot to ask about these bandits.
Seeing this, Zhang Wuye and others rushed into the distance without stopping.
The bandit in the lead robbed all day long, and naturally saw that it was inappropriate. He directly abandoned the dragon scale horse and soared into the sky, trying to escape.
Still want to leave?Ye Fan blinked his fingers, and the wind was like eight hammers, knocking on their bodies, and the eight people fell to the ground.
The bandits led by the leader were just monks at the Mingquan realm. For Ye Fan, they were vulnerable. All of these people were pale and knew they had hit the iron plate.
Are you bandits? The source of your body is less than half a pound.Ye Fan was quite dissatisfied and said: Tell me in detail what bandit gangs are nearby.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Ye Fan led eight dragon-scale horses to catch up with Zhang Wuye and others, and said: Will bring these dragon-scale horses back cause trouble to you?
More than a dozen young and middle-aged men were very jealous, but Mr. Zhang shook his head and said: Let them die for themselves. Only bandits can ride. If there are these strange beasts in our village, it will be too eye-catching.
Bandits are rampant, don’t you care about the sects here?Ye Fan asked.
How to control it? The bandits are like locusts, and they come one after another, but there is no way to control it.
It’s almost the same if they are different from each other. I heard that many sects support bandits and rob them secretly.
Ye Fan further learned that the chaos and blood in the Northern Region were simply a paradise of sin.
No wonder monks from other regions are coming to the Northern Region to take risks. This place is lawless. As long as you have the strength, you can become a local emperor in one side.
Ye Fan felt that this was very suitable for him and there was no need to worry about the source.
Before sunset, I finally finished walking for more than 200 miles.
In front, there is a village made of stones, only a few dozen households, all of which are only more than 200 people.
When he came closer, Ye Fan found that the people were indeed strong. No matter men, women, young and old, all the villagers were holding sharp swords. When they saw that it was Mr. Zhang and others who came back, they breathed a sigh of relief and put down the sharp blade.
Chen Dahuzi came again. He said that there were still the last five days and he would not be able to hand over the source again and destroy our entire village.
The villagers were frowning and sighing.
The other teams who went out also did not get any results and returned in vain.
In recent years, the source of harvest has been excessive and the nearby areas have been exhausted. How can it be harvested in a short time?
Ye Fan lived there. Most of the northern regions were stone houses, and his residence was clean and carefully cleaned up.
That night, Mr. Zhang and others warmly treated him and killed a sheep. Everyone sat around the fire. The whole roasted golden and shiny sheep was taken off the fire rack, and everyone ate large pieces of meat and drank wine in large bowls.
Most men in the Northern Region are rough and even bandit-like. They are indispensable for drinking. Ye Fan enjoys his meals and has always escaped these days. This feeling makes him very relaxed.
During the meal, he asked Mr. Zhang Wu to ask him about several place names and asked where he was.
Master Zhang Wu asked someone to bring a cowhide map and pointed it out to him one by one. It was all within a radius of hundreds of miles. This was the stronghold he learned from several bandits.
Now, Ye Fan urgently needs source to improve his strength, so he took action that night and rushed to three bandit strongholds in succession.
The result disappointed him. There were only a dozen people in each thief nest, and only a total of more than two kilograms were found in the three places.
It's not enough for me, I need to find a thief to do it.Now, Ye Fan misses the source area of the Fluctlight Holy Land. It is really a treasure land. The outside area is very barren and there is no way to compare with it.
This stone village is located in an oasis of more than ten miles in radius. There is a lonely mountain on the horizon, which is thousands of meters high.
There is no soil, no vegetation, it is a completely stone mountain.
In the early morning, the sun shines, and the huge rocky mountains give people an extremely consolidation.
When Ye Fan walked out of the stone house, he happened to see Mr. Zhang bowing to the mountain facing the morning glow, which made him feel quite strange.
The young man named Erlangzi explained honestly: The first thing Mr. Zhang did when he woke up every day was to worship that mountain.
Ye Fan's heart moved. The mountain was probably not simple, and there might be hidden feelings.
Just then, Mr. Zhang Wu came over and did not explain anything, but just asked him to have breakfast.
Erlangzi, I ask you, what's weird about that mountain?When no one was around, Ye Fan asked.
I don’t know, Mr. Zhang didn’t let us get close, saying that it was an ominous place.Erlangzi shook his head.
After eating it early and evening, Ye Fan took a step forward, like a wisp of smoke, and soon arrived in front of the mountain.
It is purple-brown all over, like dull purple gold polished, thick and solid, up to four thousand meters high, very steep, and mortals cannot climb up at all.
Ye Fan was surprised to find that there were many sword marks and sword holes on it, which were almost weathered and destroyed. Only by carefully identifying it can you see clearly.
He tried to scratch a finger on the stone wall and found that it was very hard, comparable to fine iron, and this purple rock was very special.
Ye Fan immediately took a breath of air conditioning. Such a hard mountain had already weathered like this. When did the traces of swords and axes on it leave?Incalculable!
He slowly soared up into the air, becoming more and more surprised. Not only were there knife marks on the stone wall at the foot of the mountain, but the hole marks left by the weapons were all over the mountain, and there were still halfway up the mountain.
After reaching the hillside, the purple mountain stood up and down, like a big sword, penetrated into the sky, with a majestic momentum.
Ye Fan was surprised to find that in addition to the traces left by various weapons, there were also many palm prints and finger holes, which were almost weathered and vague and vague.
This must be a trace left in ancient times, otherwise the hole marks on such a hard purple stone would not have been nearly erased.
After Ye Fan flew to the top of the mountain, he looked into the distance and found that there was a mountain in every direction.
There are nine mountain ridges in total, which are invisible on the extremely distant horizon, and this purple mountain seems to be in the central area.
Ye Fan had no research on mountains, rivers and landforms, and could not find anything special, so he only focused on this purple mountain.
The top of the mountain is bare and there is nothing. The morning glow is falling, making the entire mountain even more majestic.
There is nothing special about it. Is there any source?Ye Fan sacrificed the golden book and slashed the open mountain top.
Zishan is very hard, especially the top of the mountain, but it was still cut open by Jinshu. Mars are everywhere and rocks penetrate the sky. Soon a big resistance appears on the top of the mountain.
Ye Fan frowned and found no abnormalities. This was not the kind of stone that wrapped the source, and it should not be derived from the source.
In the end, he returned to Shizhai without success.
The next day, he woke up early and watched from a distance. Sure enough, the first thing he did after seeing Mr. Zhang Wu leave the house was to worship the mountain.
He couldn't help but ask during breakfast: Mr., is that mountain special? Why do you have to bow every day?
Mr. Zhang's expression froze, then sighed and said: This is an ominous place, you must not go. My ancestors once said that in the entire northern region, no one can provoke it.
Provoking... Ye Fan was even more surprised and asked what was there in that purple mountain?
I don't know what, I just know that there is an ominous place.
Ye Fan didn't ask anything, and wandered around the mountain village. Then he found Erlangzi and asked again, but he couldn't say that he was so.
The very clever young man Wang Shu happened to pass by and had a good impression of Ye Fan. He knew that he stayed to help the village and said: I know something. One time, when Mr. Zhang was drunk, he cried and said that it was an ominous place, which was related to the ancient emperor.
Ye Fan was shocked at that time. Since ancient times, how many emperors have only appeared in the entire Eastern Wilderness?!
But just a few people, rule the world and shook the past and present, and almost no one can surpass their achievements.
Several terrifying extreme weapons from the Eastern Wilderness were all from those people's hands, and others could not refine them at all.
At this moment, Ye Fan felt his blood boiling and almost screamed out. Is it related to the ancient emperor?He suddenly thought of a lot.
Time flies, the vibrant earth becomes a bleak place, and the race of the past has become the clouds of history.
Now, there is only endless emptiness and desolation left in the northern region. Looking around, the endless land has nothing, only a monotonous reddish-brown color.
More than a dozen riders ran quickly, and Zhang Wuye and his village were two hundred miles away. At this speed, they could rush back before the sun set.
Ye Fan also rode on a horse, riding along with Master Zhang Wu, and carefully consulted various secrets about the source.
The Book of Source was lost a thousand years ago, and many secret methods of finding the source were lost. Mr. Zhang was very sorry, and he sighed when he talked about this.
Ye Fan was also a little disappointed. It was definitely a strange book. He wanted to get a glimpse of the truth. He found the dragon vein of the source and determined the peerless divine source. This method was shocking.
Once you have the grasp, you will definitely become a guest of honor in the holy land. This wonderful book has immeasurable value.
More than a dozen riders were running, leaving more than a dozen smoke and dust.
After more than an hour, the horse's speed became slower and slower, but it only took seventy or eighty miles to run. It was not a good horse and its physical strength was very average.
drive!
Suddenly, seven or eight riders appeared on the horizon, at an extremely fast speed, like a whirlwind, stirring up smoke and dust, and arrived in front of you in the blink of an eye.
The mounts of these people are not ordinary horses, they are all shining with scales, tall and long, and very large. They are dragon scale horses, with a body similar to horses, covered with blue scales, traveling four or five thousand miles a day without any fatigue.
No, it’s a bandit!The very clever boy named Wang Shu changed color among the dozen people.
Stop it all for me!A middle-aged man with dark skin shouted.
The eight-skinned dragon-scale horse surrounded and blocked Ye Fan and others. Everyone on the mount shouted: Hand over all the sources you have dug, otherwise this would be your bone burial place.
Ye Fan finally experienced the complexity of this chaos. In broad daylight, bandits were rampant and they were about to kill and rob.
This adult, we did not collect a source of grain today and did not get any harvest.Wang Shu explained with apologizing.
Stop talking nonsense. People like you, such as you, have never cried without seeing the coffin. Hand it over quickly and let you leave, otherwise today will be your day of worship next year.The middle-aged man hit the black face scolded.
Sir, we really have nothing to gain. If you don’t believe it, you can search your body and we will not resist at all.Master Zhang bowed.
Ye Fan patted Mr. Zhang Wu on the shoulder, so he didn't have to worry and looked at these people.
The old guy stayed there!A bandit stepped forward and stared at Ye Fan, feeling the breath that seemed to be active on his body.
He also said that there is no source. This young man with fine skin and tender flesh must have many sources hidden in his body.A bandit waved his whip and whipped at Ye Fan hard, cursing: How dare you lie in front of us!
Bang!
Ye Fan grabbed the whip and said to Master Zhang Wu and others: You go ahead and wait for me.
Who do you think it is? A person who Caiyuan dares to do this?The bandit glanced around and said: I see whoever dares to leave, I will wait here obediently!
thump!
Ye Fan pulled him off the dragon scale horse, but he did not kill him. He had a lot to ask about these bandits.
Seeing this, Zhang Wuye and others rushed into the distance without stopping.
The bandit in the lead robbed all day long, and naturally saw that it was inappropriate. He directly abandoned the dragon scale horse and soared into the sky, trying to escape.
Still want to leave?Ye Fan blinked his fingers, and the wind was like eight hammers, knocking on their bodies, and the eight people fell to the ground.
The bandits led by the leader were just monks at the Mingquan realm. For Ye Fan, they were vulnerable. All of these people were pale and knew they had hit the iron plate.
Are you bandits? The source of your body is less than half a pound.Ye Fan was quite dissatisfied and said: Tell me in detail what bandit gangs are nearby.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Ye Fan led eight dragon-scale horses to catch up with Zhang Wuye and others, and said: Will bring these dragon-scale horses back cause trouble to you?
More than a dozen young and middle-aged men were very jealous, but Mr. Zhang shook his head and said: Let them die for themselves. Only bandits can ride. If there are these strange beasts in our village, it will be too eye-catching.
Bandits are rampant, don’t you care about the sects here?Ye Fan asked.
How to control it? The bandits are like locusts, and they come one after another, but there is no way to control it.
It’s almost the same if they are different from each other. I heard that many sects support bandits and rob them secretly.
Ye Fan further learned that the chaos and blood in the Northern Region were simply a paradise of sin.
No wonder monks from other regions are coming to the Northern Region to take risks. This place is lawless. As long as you have the strength, you can become a local emperor in one side.
Ye Fan felt that this was very suitable for him and there was no need to worry about the source.
Before sunset, I finally finished walking for more than 200 miles.
In front, there is a village made of stones, only a few dozen households, all of which are only more than 200 people.
When he came closer, Ye Fan found that the people were indeed strong. No matter men, women, young and old, all the villagers were holding sharp swords. When they saw that it was Mr. Zhang and others who came back, they breathed a sigh of relief and put down the sharp blade.
Chen Dahuzi came again. He said that there were still the last five days and he would not be able to hand over the source again and destroy our entire village.
The villagers were frowning and sighing.
The other teams who went out also did not get any results and returned in vain.
In recent years, the source of harvest has been excessive and the nearby areas have been exhausted. How can it be harvested in a short time?
Ye Fan lived there. Most of the northern regions were stone houses, and his residence was clean and carefully cleaned up.
That night, Mr. Zhang and others warmly treated him and killed a sheep. Everyone sat around the fire. The whole roasted golden and shiny sheep was taken off the fire rack, and everyone ate large pieces of meat and drank wine in large bowls.
Most men in the Northern Region are rough and even bandit-like. They are indispensable for drinking. Ye Fan enjoys his meals and has always escaped these days. This feeling makes him very relaxed.
During the meal, he asked Mr. Zhang Wu to ask him about several place names and asked where he was.
Master Zhang Wu asked someone to bring a cowhide map and pointed it out to him one by one. It was all within a radius of hundreds of miles. This was the stronghold he learned from several bandits.
Now, Ye Fan urgently needs source to improve his strength, so he took action that night and rushed to three bandit strongholds in succession.
The result disappointed him. There were only a dozen people in each thief nest, and only a total of more than two kilograms were found in the three places.
It's not enough for me, I need to find a thief to do it.Now, Ye Fan misses the source area of the Fluctlight Holy Land. It is really a treasure land. The outside area is very barren and there is no way to compare with it.
This stone village is located in an oasis of more than ten miles in radius. There is a lonely mountain on the horizon, which is thousands of meters high.
There is no soil, no vegetation, it is a completely stone mountain.
In the early morning, the sun shines, and the huge rocky mountains give people an extremely consolidation.
When Ye Fan walked out of the stone house, he happened to see Mr. Zhang bowing to the mountain facing the morning glow, which made him feel quite strange.
The young man named Erlangzi explained honestly: The first thing Mr. Zhang did when he woke up every day was to worship that mountain.
Ye Fan's heart moved. The mountain was probably not simple, and there might be hidden feelings.
Just then, Mr. Zhang Wu came over and did not explain anything, but just asked him to have breakfast.
Erlangzi, I ask you, what's weird about that mountain?When no one was around, Ye Fan asked.
I don’t know, Mr. Zhang didn’t let us get close, saying that it was an ominous place.Erlangzi shook his head.
After eating it early and evening, Ye Fan took a step forward, like a wisp of smoke, and soon arrived in front of the mountain.
It is purple-brown all over, like dull purple gold polished, thick and solid, up to four thousand meters high, very steep, and mortals cannot climb up at all.
Ye Fan was surprised to find that there were many sword marks and sword holes on it, which were almost weathered and destroyed. Only by carefully identifying it can you see clearly.
He tried to scratch a finger on the stone wall and found that it was very hard, comparable to fine iron, and this purple rock was very special.
Ye Fan immediately took a breath of air conditioning. Such a hard mountain had already weathered like this. When did the traces of swords and axes on it leave?Incalculable!
He slowly soared up into the air, becoming more and more surprised. Not only were there knife marks on the stone wall at the foot of the mountain, but the hole marks left by the weapons were all over the mountain, and there were still halfway up the mountain.
After reaching the hillside, the purple mountain stood up and down, like a big sword, penetrated into the sky, with a majestic momentum.
Ye Fan was surprised to find that in addition to the traces left by various weapons, there were also many palm prints and finger holes, which were almost weathered and vague and vague.
This must be a trace left in ancient times, otherwise the hole marks on such a hard purple stone would not have been nearly erased.
After Ye Fan flew to the top of the mountain, he looked into the distance and found that there was a mountain in every direction.
There are nine mountain ridges in total, which are invisible on the extremely distant horizon, and this purple mountain seems to be in the central area.
Ye Fan had no research on mountains, rivers and landforms, and could not find anything special, so he only focused on this purple mountain.
The top of the mountain is bare and there is nothing. The morning glow is falling, making the entire mountain even more majestic.
There is nothing special about it. Is there any source?Ye Fan sacrificed the golden book and slashed the open mountain top.
Zishan is very hard, especially the top of the mountain, but it was still cut open by Jinshu. Mars are everywhere and rocks penetrate the sky. Soon a big resistance appears on the top of the mountain.
Ye Fan frowned and found no abnormalities. This was not the kind of stone that wrapped the source, and it should not be derived from the source.
In the end, he returned to Shizhai without success.
The next day, he woke up early and watched from a distance. Sure enough, the first thing he did after seeing Mr. Zhang Wu leave the house was to worship the mountain.
He couldn't help but ask during breakfast: Mr., is that mountain special? Why do you have to bow every day?
Mr. Zhang's expression froze, then sighed and said: This is an ominous place, you must not go. My ancestors once said that in the entire northern region, no one can provoke it.
Provoking... Ye Fan was even more surprised and asked what was there in that purple mountain?
I don't know what, I just know that there is an ominous place.
Ye Fan didn't ask anything, and wandered around the mountain village. Then he found Erlangzi and asked again, but he couldn't say that he was so.
The very clever young man Wang Shu happened to pass by and had a good impression of Ye Fan. He knew that he stayed to help the village and said: I know something. One time, when Mr. Zhang was drunk, he cried and said that it was an ominous place, which was related to the ancient emperor.
Ye Fan was shocked at that time. Since ancient times, how many emperors have only appeared in the entire Eastern Wilderness?!
But just a few people, rule the world and shook the past and present, and almost no one can surpass their achievements.
Several terrifying extreme weapons from the Eastern Wilderness were all from those people's hands, and others could not refine them at all.
At this moment, Ye Fan felt his blood boiling and almost screamed out. Is it related to the ancient emperor?He suddenly thought of a lot.
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