Nanling is the birthplace of the Beidou people and has a longer history than the other four regions.
But compared to the prosperous Zhongzhou and the splendid Eastern Wasteland, this ancient land seems a bit lonely.
The Beidou Ancient Star has countless supreme heritages, but none of them are located in Nanling.
Even the desolate Western Desert and Beiyuan have the inheritance of Amitabha and Luan Gu Emperor, but Nanling has none.
Nowadays, the most powerful force in Nanling is the Demon Emperor Palace, but they only have the incomplete inheritance of the Demon Emperor, and they have never seen the emperor's soldiers.
Because of this, a chain of contempt was formed among the monks from the five domains:
"Everyone says that I have no emperor in Nanling. Isn't this a slap in the face? Now that the emperor's inheritance has been born, I wonder who will dare to belittle me and other Nanling monks in the future!" A bearded man placed the wine bowl heavily on the table.
"That's right, everyone used to say that our Nanling Mountains were a barbaric land. But as soon as the ruins of the Great Emperor came out, they all shamelessly came to snatch them away. Their noses were sharper than those of dogs!" A fair young monk agreed with a blushing face.
"Boy, if you dare, tell me again, what happened to their noses?"
A sinister voice sounded from behind the young man's neck, which frightened him so much that he jumped up, most of his drunkenness gone.
The young monk took a closer look and saw a big black dog with shiny fur staring at him with an evil look.
"You're a bitch, why are you scaring people for no reason?" The young man was dissatisfied.
In the land of Nanling, the power of the demon clan is the strongest, so the young man's tone was quite restrained, but obviously the big black dog was not satisfied with his response, and opened its mouth wide open:
"Wow! Not only do I want to scare you, I also want to make you my favorite!"
The young monk immediately became angry and slapped the table: "How dare you be so rude! Do you know that I am... um..."
The rest of the young man's words were blocked back. His elder, a gray-haired old man, covered his mouth tightly and said to the big black dog:
"Fellow Taoist, don't blame me. The child is not sensible. I will discipline him well in the future..."
After the old man tried to persuade him, the big black dog cursed and left.
Only then did the young man get the chance to speak: "Grandpa, why are you so polite to a dog? Can it still eat me?"
The old man poked the young man hard on the forehead: "You almost caused a big disaster. That dog even dared to ambush and kill the Lord of the Holy Land, let alone you!"
The young man seemed to have thought of something, and he trembled and said, "Is it that damned evil dog in the East Wasteland?"
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This is a famous spiritual mountain deep in the Nanling Mountains, called Pingshan, so named because it looks like a vase.
It was night, the bright moon hung high, and there were a lot of people.
In recent days, a piece of news has spread all over the world. Someone discovered the inheritance of the Nanling Heavenly Emperor near this mountain range, which attracted countless monks from the five regions.
No matter at any time, the inheritance of a great emperor is extremely precious. Even a very incomplete inheritance can make all major forces break their heads.
Regarding the Nanling Heavenly Emperor, there is very little useful information. There are only sporadic legends that can prove that he lived in seclusion in the depths of Nanling for a period of time. The identity of the others is male or female, and their race is completely blank.
The reason why people believe in his existence is that in history, some people did obtain several of his secret techniques in Nanling, such as Three Thousand Worlds, The Universe in the Sleeve, etc.
There are many speculations about his true identity. Some people say that he is the Emperor Hengyu in his later years, some say that he is the Emperor of Luangu, and some say that he is a ruthless person from a certain life. There are many opinions and it is difficult to make a conclusion.
In the past few days, countless monks plowed the nearby mountains several times, but found nothing. The search gradually slowed down, so a gathering was held here, where they chanted poems, admired the moon, and exchanged ideas.
The sound of silk and bamboo was melodious, and Wu Feier, the second pearl of Nanling, was sitting in a pavilion playing the piano, which added a lot to the event.
Under a huge laurel tree, two handsome men sat opposite each other, chatting and drinking happily.
"Brother Feng, are you here to compete with me this time?" the man in purple asked.
The man in green clothes opposite smiled and shook his head: "This matter is not urgent. We will talk about it after you have reached a higher level."
The man in purple smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Brother Feng's rapid progress in cultivation is really impressive. If I want to catch up with you, I won't be able to catch up with you. I will enter the ancient starry sky road in a few days. I hope that there will be something in the universe.
There is enough training.”
The man in green said: "The strongest trial road is indeed worth going! I will set off in a while..."
Suddenly there was a commotion among the monks gathering, and they looked in one direction.
I saw nine ferocious scaly dragons pulling a carriage down from the sky, and out of it walked a man as bright as the sun.
"It's the King of Fluctuating Light!"
"The King of Yaoguang is a real hero. Two days ago, he killed eight masters in one battle. He made all the heroes silent. Even no one from the ancient demon clan dared to speak. He really gives me the prestige of the human clan!"
"Isn't that right? He has been in seclusion for many years and finally succeeded in slaying the Tao. Now that he has made a high-profile appearance, it seems that he is going to show off his power!"
As the third master of non-ancient princes to kill Tao after Zhonghuang and Nanyao, Yaoguang has extremely high popularity and prestige. He has attracted the attention of everyone since then. Many monks have come to greet him, even if they can't deal with him.
They didn't dare to provoke and moved to other areas silently.
Under the enthusiastic welcome of a group of monks, Yaoguang slowly walked into the gathering venue. He greeted the monks with a warm smile without any airs, which made people feel good.
At this moment, one of the people gathered around Yaoguang suddenly stared at the two people under the osmanthus tree. When everyone stood up to greet them, the figures of the two people sitting still were so conspicuous.
For some unknown reason, the man's face darkened and he snorted: "You two, King Yaoguang is here, but you don't show respect. Are you being a little arrogant?"
Seeing him suddenly making a sound, the others also looked over curiously, and for a moment the two people under the tree became the focus.
However, being stared at by so many eyes, the two people remained unmoved. They continued to drink the wine unhurriedly and seemed not to hear anyone talking at all.
Seeing the reaction of the two people, many people's eyes became a little more searching. Now that the name of Yaoguang is known all over the world, these two people dare to act like this, I am afraid they have a lot of background.
Even Fluctlight put away his smile and turned his gaze here.
The person who spoke didn't seem to expect that these two people dared to ignore him. His eyes suddenly turned cold and he strode over.
"What a big arrogance, are you provoking the majesty of the human king?"
Seeing that this person had a tendency to take action, everyone at the party became even more interested. They all stared at him unblinkingly, as if watching a good show.
Yaoguang's eyes flashed with strange light and he said nothing, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.
A breeze blew by, and pieces of pink osmanthus fell down, poetic and beautiful.
The person who made the sound swayed and disappeared among the petals in the sky.
The moonlight is like water, covering the night with a layer of mist, and the crystal petals also add a bit of whiteness. Silently, the flying insects turn into dust, the bluestone turns into ashes, and wherever the falling flowers pass, everything is destroyed.
Many people's eyes became serious. This method was so strange and unpredictable that many people present could not resist it.
"Who is this person? Although he is a flatterer, he does have some abilities!" asked a fat Taoist priest with a rosy face.
Opposite him, a sturdy young man carrying a big stick replied in a muffled voice: "Xue Yilun of the Xue family in Nanling. He is also a somewhat famous master."
The big black dog on the side sneered: "It's a pity that my eyes don't work well. I'm afraid that from now on, there will be no Xue family in Nanling."