Chapter one hundred and eighty fifth ominous place
The ancient past has passed away with the years, and the dust of history has been buried underground. This is the most true portrayal of the Northern Territory. As time goes by, the vibrant land has become desolate, and the races of the past have become the clouds of history.
Nowadays, there is only endless emptiness and desolation left in the Northern Territory. Looking around, there is nothing in the boundless land, only monotonous reddish brown.
A dozen riders were running fast. Zhang Wuye and his village were two hundred miles away. At this speed, they could get back before the sun set.
Ye Fan also rode on a horse, riding alongside Zhang Wuye, and earnestly asked for all the secrets about Yuan.
The "Book of Origin" was lost thousands of years ago, and many of the secret methods of guiding the source were lost. Master Zhang Wu was very sorry, and he sighed when talking about this matter.
Ye Fan was also a little disappointed. It was definitely a strange book. He wanted to get a glimpse of it. The method of finding the source of dragon veins and determining the source of the peerless gods was shocking. Once mastered, he would definitely become a guest of the Holy Land. This strange book
Books are of inestimable value. A dozen horses galloping around, leaving behind a dozen trails of smoke.
More than an hour later, the horse's speed became slower and slower, but it had only traveled seventy or eighty miles. It was not a good horse, and its physical strength was very average. "Drive!"
Suddenly, seven or eight riders appeared on the horizon, moving very fast, like a whirlwind, stirring up smoke and dust, and they were in front of us in the blink of an eye.
The mounts of these people are not ordinary horses. They are all shiny, tall and long, and very powerful. They are dragon-scaled horses with a body like a horse and a blue whale on their body. They can travel four to five thousand miles a day and are tireless. "No."
, they are bandits!" Among the dozen or so people, a very clever young man named Wang Shu changed his color. "Stop all of you!" shouted a middle-aged man with dark skin.
The eight-skin dragon whale horses surrounded Ye Fan and others, and the people on the mounts shouted: "Hand over all the sources you mined, otherwise this will be your burial place."
Ye Fan finally experienced firsthand the complexity of this chaotic land. In broad daylight, bandits were running rampant, killing people and stealing goods at every turn. "My lord, we didn't collect a single source today, and we didn't gain anything." Wang Shu explained with a smile.
"Stop talking nonsense. Source collectors like you never shed tears until you see the coffin. Hand it over quickly and let you go, otherwise today next year will be your memorial day." The dark-faced middle-aged man in the middle scolded. "
Sir, we really haven't gained anything. If you don't believe it, you can search us and we won't make any resistance." Zhang Wuye said with his hands. Ye Fan patted Zhang Wuye on the shoulder and told him not to worry and looked at these people.
."Stay here, old man!" A bandit stepped forward and stared at Ye Fan, feeling that he had a source of energy on his body.
"You still say there is no origin. This young man with thin skin and tender flesh must have a lot of contempt in his body." A bandit waved his horsewhip, whipped it hard towards Ye Fan, and cursed: "How dare you lie in front of us!"
"port"
Niu Fan grabbed the riding whip and said to Zhang Wuye and others: "You go ahead and wait for me." "Who do you think you are, little bastard? How dare a source collector do this?" The gangster glanced around and said:
"I see if any of you dare to leave, just wait here obediently!" "Plop"
Ye Fan tore him off his horse, but did not kill him. He had many things to ask these bandits. When Zhang Wuye and others saw this, they rushed into the distance without stopping.
The leading bandit, who had been looting all day long, naturally saw something was wrong and abandoned his dragon-scaled horse, soaring into the sky in an attempt to escape.
"Still want to leave?" Ye Fan snapped his fingers, and the eight-pointed wind, like eight hammers, hit their bodies, and the eight people immediately fell to the ground.
The leader of the bandits is just a monk in the realm of life spring. To Ye Fan, they are vulnerable to a blow. These people are all pale, knowing that they have kicked an iron plate. "Are you bandits? The sum of the sources on your body is not enough."
Half a catty." Ye Fan was quite dissatisfied and said: "Tell me in detail what gangs of bandits are nearby."
Half a quarter of an hour later, Ye Fan led eight dragon crocodile horses and caught up with Zhang Wuye and others, and said, "Will bringing these dragon crocodile horses back bring you trouble?"
More than a dozen young adults were jealous, but Mr. Zhang Wu shook his head and said: "Let them fend for themselves. Only rogues can ride on them. If we have these strange beasts in our village, they will be too eye-catching."
"Rogue bandits are rampant, do the sects here not care?" Ye Fan asked.
"How to control them? Rogue bandits are like the tip of a locust. They leave one after another and come back one after another. There is no way to control them."
"It's enough that they don't join the gangs, but I heard that many sects support gangsters and plunder secretly."
Ye Fan further learned that the chaos and bloodshed in the Northern Territory was simply a paradise of sin.
"No wonder monks from other regions want to take risks in the Northern Territory. There is no law here. As long as you have the strength, you can become the emperor of one place."
Ye Fan felt that this suited him very well and there was no need to worry about the source.
Before sunset, we finally completed more than 200 miles.
In front, there is a village made of stones, with only a few dozen households and a total of only more than 200 people.
When he came closer, Ye Fan found that the folk customs were indeed fierce. No matter men, women, old or young, all the villagers were holding sharp knives. When he saw that it was Mr. Zhang Wu who came back specially, he took a deep breath and put down the sharp knife. "Big Bearded Chen again
When he came, he said that there were only five days left. If we couldn't deliver the source again, we would destroy our entire village. The villagers frowned and sighed. "The other teams that went out also had no harvest and returned without success."
Over the years, the resources have been excessively collected in the nearby areas. The sources have been exhausted. How can we collect them in a short time? Ye Fan settled down. Most of the northern regions were stone houses, but his residence was clean and carefully tidied. That night, Zhang
The fifth master and others entertained him warmly and specially killed a sheep. Everyone sat around the fire and roasted the golden and shiny whole sheep. After taking it off the fire rack, everyone ate the meat in large chunks and drank wine from large bowls.
Most of the men in the Northern Territory were rugged, even with a gangster spirit, and they had to fight for wine. Ye Fan had a great time eating, and he was always on the run. This feeling made him very relaxed. During the dinner, he asked Zhang Wuye for advice.
I picked up a few place names and asked where they were.
Mr. Zhang Wu had someone bring him a cowhide map and show him that they were all within a radius of a hundred miles. This was the stronghold he learned from several bandits.
Now, Ye Fan urgently needed Yuan to increase his strength, so that night he took action and attacked three rogue strongholds one after another.
The result made him greatly disappointed. There were only a dozen people in each den of thieves, and only more than two kilograms of sources were found in the three places.
"It's not enough for me, I need to find a big thief to do it." Now, Ye Fan misses the source area of the Holy Land of Shaking Light very much. It is really a treasure land. The area outside is very barren and there is no way to compare with it.
This stone village is located in an oasis with a radius of more than ten miles. There is a solitary mountain on the horizon, thousands of meters high. There is no soil and no vegetation. It is completely a stone mountain. In the early morning, the sun shines, and the huge stone mountain gives
People feel extremely calm.
When Ye Fan walked out of the stone house, he happened to see Zhang Wuye bowing to the mountain in the morning glow, which made him feel quite strange.
The young man named Er Lengzi explained honestly: "The first thing Mr. Zhang Wu does when he gets up every day is to worship that big mountain." Ye Fan's heart moved, that big mountain is probably not simple, and there may be something hidden. At this moment, Zhang
The Fifth Master came over and didn't explain anything. He just invited him to have breakfast. "I ask you, you fool, what's so weird about that mountain?" When no one was around, Ye Fan asked. "I don't know, Zhang Wuye
They won't let us get close, saying it's an ominous place." Er Lunzi shook his head.
After breakfast and dinner, Ye Fan stepped forward, like a wisp of smoke, and arrived in front of the mountain in a short time.
It is purple-brown in color, as if it were polished from dull purple gold. It is thick and condensed. It is four thousand meters high and very steep. It is impossible for mortals to climb up.
Ye Fan was surprised to find that there were many knife marks and sword holes on it, which were almost weathered and obliterated. Only by careful identification could he see them clearly.
He tried scratching his finger on the stone wall and found that it was very hard, comparable to refined iron. This purple rock was very special.
Ye Fan suddenly took a breath of air. Such a hard mountain has been weathered to look like this. When did the marks of swords and axes on it come from? It's incalculable!
He Fuwen soared up into the air and was more and more surprised to see that not only were there knife marks on the stone wall at the foot of the mountain, but also the holes punched by the weapons were all over the mountain, reaching halfway up the mountain.
After reaching the middle of the mountain, the purple mountain stood upright, like a big sword, thrust into the sky, majestic.
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, vague and vaguely identifiable.
"This must be a trace left in ancient times. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the hole marks on such a hard purple stone to be nearly erased." After Ye Fan flew to the top of the mountain, he looked into the distance and found that there were mountains in every direction. "There are nine in total.
The mountains are barely visible on the very distant horizon, and this purple mountain seems to be in the center." Ye Fan did not do much research on the mountains and landforms, and could not find anything special. In the end, he only focused on this purple mountain. The top of the mountain was bare.
, there is nothing, the morning glow is falling over, making the whole mountain even more majestic. "There is nothing special, is there something in it?" Ye Fan chopped it up on the top of the mountain.
Purple Mountain is very hard, especially the top of the mountain, but it was still cut open by the Golden Book. Sparks shot out, rocks pierced through the air, and soon there was a big gap on the top of the mountain.
Ye Fan frowned and found nothing unusual. It was simply the kind of stone that wrapped the source and should not have come from the source. In the end, he returned to the stone village without success.
The next day, he woke up early and watched from a distance. Sure enough, he saw that the first thing Zhang Wuye did after leaving the house was to worship the mountain.
While eating breakfast, he couldn't bear it any longer and asked: "Old man, is that mountain so special? Why do you have to bow down to it every day?"
Mr. Zhang Wu's expression condensed, and then he sighed and said: "It is an ominous place there. You must not go there. My ancestors once said that in the northern region of Gasket, no one can provoke it." "Provoke it."
..." Ye Fan was even more surprised and asked, "What is in that purple mountain?" "I don't know what it is, I only know that it is an ominous place."
Ye Fan didn't ask anything and wandered around the village. Then he found the second fool and asked him again, but he couldn't explain why he came.
That very clever young man Wang Shu happened to be passing by. He had a good impression of Ye Fan and knew that he stayed to help the village. He said: "I know something. When Zhang Wuye was drunk once, he cried bitterly and said that there was an ominous place there."
The land is related to some ancient emperor."
Ye Fan was shocked at that time. Since ancient times, how many great emperors have there been in the entire Eastern Wasteland?!
There are only a few people who rule the world and shock the past and present. Almost no one can surpass their achievements.
Several of the terrifying extreme weapons in Donghuang were all produced by those few people, and others could not refine them at all.
At this moment, Ye Fan felt his blood boiling and almost screamed. Is it related to the ancient emperor? He thought of a lot at once.