(Tomb of Despair, Temple of Meditation.) ）

Since moving into the Meditation Palace, Jiang Nanjun has never left here.

In his temple, the supply of charcoal fire never ceased.

As long as he opens his eyes every day, the only thing he does is to step into the virtual realm of "Shenwu Secret Chronicles" and look for the chapter that may contain the secret of the cross.

But as the days passed, he went from chapter to chapter, constantly shuttling through the pages, looking for the way to find the point, but he never found anything, and he was not discouraged.

He found a sore back, weak legs and feet, simply threw the book aside, supported the back of his head, and lay on his back on the Luohan bed, a little reminiscence, those places that he walked in the book.

"Where did the great-grandfather hide those ten words? First of all, that place must be a place where things can be hidden, and secondly, in order to ensure the safety of the imperial crown, he will inevitably design the location of the Tibetan characters in an unexpected way that is difficult for ordinary people to imagine. ”

He sat up again, staring blankly at the brazier at his feet.

"Since the cross is set up because of the imperial crown, it may be related to the Huaxia Emperor. If the great-grandfather used him as a clue to reasoning, then where he appeared, it could be the entrance. And his figure can be seen everywhere in this book, mostly on the battlefield, and the others in the harem, with his fancy concubines. In these two places, it is impossible for the great ancestor to use it to hide the secret, right? But, I remember, on which page I saw him alone, could it be that he ...... in that place? ”

Thinking of this, he grabbed the book, and without saying a word, threw it into the brazier......

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Jiang Nanjun stood in front of a flying rope sealed by the Protoss, looking at the cliff at his feet.

He lifted his foot, and with a little force, a small loose stone was kicked by him and fell down the cliff.

The sound of the stone knocking on the cliff wall made a sonorous collision sound, which gradually faded from near to far, and after a while, it changed from a solid knocking sound to an echo of the air farther and farther away, proving that this cliff is indeed bottomless.

He looked down and saw clouds and mist floating upwards from the bottom of the cliff, back and forth, as if torn by those abrupt and strange-shaped rocks, shattered into flocculents, and then accumulated into a ball again.

The air in the mountains is very humid, and the clouds are so wet and swollen with moisture that the whole mountain becomes looming.

The humidity mixed with the heavy cold invaded Jiang Nanjun's thin body, he couldn't help but shiver, and subconsciously tightened the white brocade cloak that was blown by the mountain wind and wrapped it around his body.

He raised his hand and swept it into the air, and when the force of his palm passed, a gust of wind rolled up, and when the wind stopped, the Yin Yan Sword was firmly held in his hand.

He faced the zipline and reported loudly: "Jiangnan Zimo, the heir of the Jiangnan family, came to look for the cross trick and ask for the emperor god and the crown. ”

His sword pointed at the sky, and the Yin Yan sword was infected by the aura from heaven and earth between the cliffs, and a sword qi of lightning from the tip of the sword sent out a flash of lightning, and the light flashed straight into the clouds in the sky.

After the lightning made by the Yin Sword came out, after about a few seconds, a loud thunderclap was heard, like thunder rolling down, and the flying rope hanging on the cliff was shaken by the thunderbolt.

When the thunder stopped, the zipline gradually calmed down, Jiang Nanjun looked forward again at this time, and a figure appeared in the middle of the zipline caught by the flowing clouds. The figure stood for a moment, then took a step towards him.

The person who came to show his true face from the clouds and mist was a monarch wearing a crown of twelve crowns and a black dragon robe.

I saw that his face was like a crown of jade, three locks of long hair fluttering, and his eyebrows were heroic, even if he stood silently, his body exuded a domineering spirit. This person is the Shenwu Huaxia Emperor who was destroyed by the Python army five hundred years ago.

Jiang Nanjun was surprised when he saw Emperor Huaxia appear, knowing that this time, he finally found the place where the Tibetan character was hidden, hurriedly returned the sword to the sheath, and said with a deep salute: "Zimo has seen Emperor Huaxia!" ”

The invincible Divine Monarch looked him up and down, and said, "You are the descendant of the Jiangnan family, named Jiangnan Zimo?" ”

Jiang Nanjun said: "Exactly." ”

Emperor Huaxia looked at him again and praised: "It seems that you are indeed the descendant of Jiang Nanyan, and the look and temperament revealed in your gestures are no different from him." You dare to break into here, call me out with a spirit sword, and ask me for a cross trick, it's really a lot of courage! ”

Jiang Nanjun was taken aback when he heard this, and asked: "What Emperor Huaxia means by this, does it mean that the legend about the cross is not true?" (To be continued.) )