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Chapter 209 The Mysterious Infinite Mountain

In the western border of Beihu Province, there is a dense virgin forest. Since ancient times, no one has dared to explore it in depth. Even the relevant departments of Huaxia have set this place as a restricted area, and no one is allowed to enter or leave at will.

Yes, this is Shennongjia.

Shennongjia, as one of the most mysterious places in the world, has strong magnetic field interference, as well as many legends and unsolved mysteries.Among them, the most widely circulated, one is the savage, and the other is the mystery of the white creature.

Here, there are a large number of white bears, white tigers, white deer, white snakes and other creatures that should not appear white, but have mutated into white.

Although some experts believe that this is because of the special gene variation caused by the local climate and environment.But according to the local residents, there is a magical continent in this vast forest, with a vast and boundless space, thousands of mountains, and most of the creatures in it are white and unfathomable. Because of this, those white animals are all creatures that came out of this continent, hybridized with animals in the forest.

It is precisely because of this statement that the primitive forest formed by the legendary plant ladder left by Shennong when he tasted all kinds of herbs is even more mysterious.

In fact, it is exactly what the local residents say.In the core area of ​​this vast primeval forest, there are a series of high mountains, and the gate leading to Wuliang Mountain in the ancient martial world is in the middle of this piece of high mountains.

Speaking of which, the Wuliang Mountain is also in this secular world, but it was created by a certain Danonli using the magic of gathering spirits and close to the horizon, forming a world of its own, vast and boundless, roughly equivalent to the size of a Hebei province.

In the northernmost mountain range of Wuliang Mountain, there is a medium-sized sect belonging to the Hidden Sect, named Cold Sword Sect.

In the magnificent and magnificent palace of the Cold Sword Sect, a middle-aged man in a dark blue Taoist robe, with a hairpin standing upright and a small sword-shaped hairpin, is meditating with his eyes closed on a larger futon .

This middle-aged man is actually over 70 years old, his name is Ji Wulun, and he is the current suzerain of the Cold Sword Sect. Because he is already facing a breakthrough in the pseudo-innate realm, so recently, Ji Wulun will meditate whenever he has time.

Just when he had a feeling today that he was about to break through the last layer of peace, a cloud of darkness suddenly rose in his heart, which could not be lingered no matter what, and it was firmly pressed on his heart, making him depressed. Want to vomit blood.

"puff!"

Suddenly spewing out a mouthful of blood, Ji Wulun's cultivation technique suddenly reversed, he suddenly opened his eyes, and said with some doubts: "What's going on? Our Cold Sword Sect's mentality has always been about quick meditation. Today I What's wrong?"

"Squeak!"

at this time
A little Taoist boy in Taoist robes with two embarrassing ties came in with a wooden tray in his hand.

First, he cautiously glanced at the main hall of the main hall, seeing that Ji Wulun had woken up from the meditation, he hurriedly ran over with his little cloth shoes on, and said, "Patriarch, you are awake! Master asked me to come over and bring you tea!"

"It's Xiao Kong, where's your master?" Ji Wulun tried to force a smile on his gloomy face, and said.

"Patriarch, Master went to the Ice Cave in the back mountain today. He said that the ginkgo fruit in the Ice Cave was ripe, so he went to pick some and let Master have a taste." Xiaokong looked at Ji Wulun seriously, his big eyes full of It's innocence.

"Your master really has a heart!" Ji Wulun showed a gratified expression on his face, but at this moment the gloom has turned into palpitations, and they are extremely intense.

"Clang..."

At this moment, a young man with a short beard and a frightened face ran in staggeringly from the gate, and before he even had time to catch his breath, he sacrificed Aobao to Yang
"Xianqing, why are you so flustered, why are there no rules at all!" Ji Wulun was a little annoyed seeing this disciple who was usually the most proud of himself in a state of panic and panic.

Duan Xianqing did not change because of Master's scolding, and still said in a panic: "Master, Master...Shan, Junior Brother Shanying's ice sword, broken, broken... broken!"

"What?" Ji Wulun turned pale with shock, at this moment he finally understood why a cloud suddenly appeared in his heart, the original problem lies here.

Many sects of Wuliang Mountain know that the gate of the Cold Sword Sect was chosen in the northernmost part of Wuliang Mountain because there is an ice cave here, and his cultivation method of the Cold Sword Gate needs the help of the cold air in the ice cave.

But no one knew that besides the cold air, there was also a ginkgo tree and seventeen cold swords that were as small as a middle finger and as thin as cicada's wings.

These cold swords are not used for fighting, but are used to represent life.

As long as the blood from a person's heart is dripped into the cold sword, the cold sword can automatically absorb that drop of blood. As long as the owner of the blood dies, the cold sword will break from it.

Ji Wulun was overjoyed to get these seventeen cold swords just now, and immediately distributed them to his four disciples, as well as a group of elders and disciples.

Now, the natal cold sword belonging to his fourth disciple He Shanying was broken, and it was obvious what that meant.

Ji Wulun's face was gloomy and terrifying, he stood up, and shouted sharply: "Xiao Kong, go to the Ice Cave in the back mountain, hurry up and find your master, hurry up!"

"Ah... yes, master!" Xiaodaotong Xiaokong, who was already stunned by the ferocious face of master at the moment, turned pale. Dad is fast.

……

Not far from the Lost Formation, on the edge of the Fantasy Forest.

He Bingyi, dressed in a black robe, was sitting quietly in a tent, dragging a "love to shoot spit" tablet computer in his hand, and was playing the fun game on it with relish.

Unlike his third uncle He Shanying, even though He Bingyi begged Simon to set up a barrier of dark light curtain when Marquis Simon led a group of dark popes to the Phantom Forest, so that the outside world Mosquitoes, snakes, ants, and large beasts cannot approach this dark light curtain.

Considering that he is now in a cooperative relationship with the He family, besides, the things in the psychedelic forest are not suitable for He Bingyi to see, so he complied with He Bingyi's request and made a [-]-meter-square Enchantment, let him pitch a tent inside, waiting for his group.

Just when he was still immersed in the boring intelligent wanderer, there was a crisp clapping sound of palms, followed by a mocking voice:

"Tsk tsk, why doesn't the next generation heir of the He family, one of the five great families in China, rush into the Phantom Forest, instead hide in this barrier like a shrinking tortoise?"

(End of this chapter)