The ancient tomb of Xuanyuan is close to Mobei, and it is far away from the Jiangnan family.

Jiang Nanjun, who could neither fly nor know how to step on a sword to resist the wind, had no choice but to ask Uncle Fu to carry him.

As soon as Uncle Fu heard that he was going to that place, he was immediately frightened, and hurriedly stopped: "Childe, you can't go to the Xuanyuan Ancient Tomb!"

"Why? Is there still a place in the world where I Jiangnan Zimo can't go?" he couldn't help but laugh when he saw Uncle Fu so nervous.

Fu Bo hurriedly said: "Gongzi doesn't know, when Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor died, it was this demon dragon who took away his soul. The reason why the demon dragon poison is so powerful is only because it inhales the dying breath of the Yellow Emperor who commanded China into his abdomen. At that time, the demon dragon appeared, and all the civil and military officials in the Xuanyuan Palace went out together, chasing and intercepting all the way, but they did not save the emperor's soul. Because of the dereliction of duty of the escort, all the 100,000 imperial guards were buried and made into terracotta figurines and sealed in the sarcophagus of the Xuanyuan Tomb. The people of later generations all said that there are countless treasures in the ancient tomb, and batch after batch of so-called masters of the rivers and lakes, Jiangyang thieves, have their own skills, and go in to steal the treasures, but so far, none of the people who have gone have been able to come back alive, which shows how heavy the anger of the soul in the ancient tomb is!

Uncle Fu's painstaking persuasion aroused Jiang Nanjun's curiosity even more, and he felt that he had never been to such an interesting place, which was really a pity, so he said angrily to him: "No matter what, I have made up my mind to go, and you don't want to stop me." You just take me, if you don't, I'll think of another way!"

Seeing that since he couldn't convince him, he personally went with him to take care of him, and it was always better, so he had no choice but to agree.

Jiang Nanjun saw that although Uncle Fu muttered and looked displeased, he finally agreed to help, and he was very happy in his heart, and he couldn't wait to decide to leave the next day.

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Xuanyuan Mountain, looking from afar, looks like a huge black stone, hidden in the misty clouds. Because the black is too rich, and the clouds are too white, so that the stone body looms between the gaps in the clouds, like countless slender monster eyes, eeriely peeking on the movement outside the mountain.

When you get to the mountain, you can know that this mountain looks like a black boulder from a distance, because there is no bare grass on the mountain, and only a thin stream of water flows around the mountain, as if a floating belt is tied to this black mountain. The bottom of the river was covered with a layer of bluish-yellow ore-like substance, which shone like a crystal in the dim sunlight.

Jiang Nanjun jumped down from Fu Bo's back, stepped on the ground, looked around, and saw nothing except the black stone, so he took his own steps and walked towards the mountain. Fu Bo still maintained the shape of an eagle-billed bat, and followed him from a distance, for fear that he would run out of his sight.

Walking around for a long time, Jiang Nanjun was shocked to find that he seemed to have been spinning in place, and he couldn't find any trace of the cemetery here.

"Is the strange eye lying to me?" he muttered to himself. But when he turned around and saw Uncle Fu bouncing in the distance, he could be sure that the Xuanyuan Ancient Tomb was indeed here, because Uncle Fu would not lie to him.

So he had to go on patiently, and carved a mark in the stone with his Ugin knife along the way. Gradually, however, more and more marks appeared on the stones, and some of them even had five or six knife marks carved on the stone face, which clearly showed that he was wandering around in place, and there was no progress at all. (To be continued.) )