"My lord, I've searched all over it, but I haven't found it!"

"Could it be that he really ran away silently, and he still has such magical powers?"

"Saint disciple, it is indeed not to be underestimated. ”

The two Da Luo inexplicably felt a little depressed, but the emotion was only momentary, and they immediately ordered someone to 'plow' this place again.

More than 100 figures flew to the east and west ends under the large array again, and another wave of indiscriminate bombardment.

And the little earthworm that pretended to be dead slowly wriggled in the mud and spotted the crack in the stone two inches away......

Whenever a divine consciousness swept over the place, the earthworm would stop and play the role of a 'dead' earthworm motionless.

Finally, with great difficulty, the earthworm crawled to the crack in the rock.

Just as a strong wind blew, the earthworm rolled into the crack in the stone, and the whole process was seamless and did not attract any attention.

After entering the stone crevice, he suddenly felt that the divine sense disappeared, and Yang Jian immediately used his divine sense to probe the surroundings.

This exploration also frightened him - his divine consciousness was scattered, and as long as he touched the black rock, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.

'The place where your mother was held was ......dissolved by the fragments of the Buzhou Mountain.'

The words of fake Taibai were still in his ears, and Yang Jian groaned, thinking for a while in his heart.

This lonely mountain, which stands like a stone monument in the center of Beiju Luzhou, is it really not the fragments of Zhou Mountain?

Yang Jian was worried and happy in his heart, worried about the current situation, and the road ahead was unknown. Happily, Buzhou Mountain is the spine of the Pangu God, and he may be able to get some opportunities here.

No matter what, if you can't retreat, you can only go into the mountains to have a look.

Before, more than ten people flew out of this stone mountain, and then those people went in to carry the formation flag, and there must be a lot of creation in this stone mountain.

The black rock cut off the divine sense, and Yang Jian had the courage to cast a wisp of Xuangang, but Xuangang hit the rock, only grinding some stone chips.

It's hard......

So how did the other party get in and out?

Yang Jian carefully recalled that when the 'fake Taibai' condensed into a blood cloud and shouted, those people seemed to fly out from the top of the mountain, where there was a faint cave.

"If you climb to the top of the mountain from here, you will inevitably be discovered by the other party. ”

Yang Jian thought for a while, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart, the Xuangang was changed by him into the shape of a small drill bit, and there were spirals on it, urging this Xuangang to rotate......

"Ha!" Yang Jian almost laughed a few times, the black rock in front of him was drilled into by the Xuangang drill bit like cutting tofu!

Yang Jian didn't dare to stay, and urged the Xuangang drill bit to accelerate and rotate, and the earthworm quickly drilled towards the mountain......

Outside the Black Mountain, that group of immortals had already bombarded a radius of thousands of miles with their divine powers three times!

Don't say that digging three feet into the ground means digging three hundred zhang of the ground, and this bitter cold land in the central area of Beiju Luzhou has been changed by force.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the stone mountain.

But these guys who were chasing and killing Yang Jian had originally arranged a killing array in the space within the stone mountain, and it was a Jedi to kill Yang Jian, and they felt in their hearts that it was the most impossible place for Yang Jian to hide.

And they stared at the entrance and exit of the stone mountain, not even a single mosquito flew in!

However, Yang Jian made a small hole in the crack of the stone, did not go through the main gate, and forced himself into the Black Mountain.

The earthworm that Yang Jian transformed into walked forward for an unknown number of feet, and the front was suddenly empty.

He reacted quickly, and at the same time as he withdrew the Xuangang drill bit, the earthworm's body immediately lay motionless in the small hole, and his divine sense was condensed without probing.

If you feel it carefully, there is emptiness in front of you, there is the sound of rushing water, and the fragrance of plants and trees wafts in the air.

Yang Jian boldly released a divine sense to check, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He saw what lay ahead—the hollowed-out mountain was only a few dozen zhang square, and in the middle was a small thatched hut with a fence around it, surrounded by a babbling stream.

Although this scene is ordinary, there is a quaint atmosphere lingering, apparently I don't know how many years it has existed, and it has not been damaged.

And around this thatched hut, Yang Jian did not find any traces of the formation arranged. The consciousness can be unimpeded in the mountains, but if it encounters the mountain wall, it will disappear like a mud cow entering the sea.

"Strange, didn't those people find this place?"

Yang Jian drilled out of the gap, wrapped in Xuan Qi, and finally returned to his human form.

Looking up at the light from nowhere, Yang Jian found a thick stone wall at a height of thirty zhang, cutting off the space inside the mountain.

"I see," he said, relieved, and sat down beside the smooth stone wall.

In a desperate situation, Yang Jian just wanted to laugh a few times at this time, and pinched the bead that was sealed by Xuanqi Xuangang on his fingertips.

He was just about to urge the law to interrogate, when he suddenly felt a feeling in his heart and looked up at the hut.

It seems that there is something that is attracting the eight or nine Xuangong running in his body...... And this feeling has only been once in Yang Jian's memory.

The Land of Witchfall, the Blood of the Witch!

But his current Xuan Gong has been pushed to the fifth level, and the blood of the war witch can't arouse such a desire! At least it's the essence blood of the Great Witch!

"Is that luck really so good?"

Yang Jian was a little incredulous for a while.

The theory of luck is confusing, he always hears others say that he has great luck, but luck can't be seen or touched, he has never cared.

Thinking that his skills might only be obtained because of good luck, Yang Jian also smiled a little bitterly.

He first resisted the desire in his heart, and looked at the stone wall directly above him little by little, and only after he was sure that the stone wall was airtight and there was no place to penetrate his divine sense, he walked towards the grass hut.

Who has lived here, and why did they leave behind treasures related to witch blood?

Yang Jian didn't dare to be careless, and carefully checked the surroundings of the grass house, and found that there was no fluctuation of Yuan Force here, and there was no trace of formation arrangement.

Outside the fence, the ground is flat black stone slabs, and inside the fence, there is grass growing on the ground an inch high.

Yang Jian gently pushed open the courtyard door, tried to step into the courtyard, and fell down in one step, nothing was wrong.

My feet seemed to have stepped through a fine diaphragm, and I felt a little warmth in them.

"But is anyone there?" Yang Jian shouted at the grass hut, but naturally no one responded.

He walked into the fence, and the warm breath greeted him, and the fence seemed to be a world of its own, with a breeze and a winding run.

Yang Jian walked to the door of the thatched house, said "offended", gently pushed open the door of the empty house, and the spotless house appeared in front of him.

A wooden bed, a wooden table, a wicker chair, a bookshelf, and a stove outside are the only things that are set up here.

The bookshelf was empty, and it was obvious that the collection of books had been taken away by the owner of the place when he left, but there were two volumes of books on the desk, a small wooden box, and Yang Jian's eyes were staring at the box, and he couldn't take his eyes off it......

Suddenly, a breeze floated, and a scroll of books flew up directly, slowly unfolding in front of Yang Jian.

'Leave it to posterity'

Seeing these four words, Yang Jian's heart finally relaxed......

Fortunately, this predecessor did not leave any arrangement, but simply left a blessing for future generations.

And what about this senior?

Did you fall in the midst of a thousand calamities? Or did you go into seclusion in another place?

There is a history of the flood in that book, as well as the origin of Beiju Luzhou, and what is the significance of the existence of this place...... And at the end of the book, there is a handsome inscription.

Scattered.

This is the name of that senior...... However, the words "carefree" and "scattered" are not commonly used in modern times.

Yang Jian grabbed the book with both hands and read it carefully from the beginning.

'In the past, there were ancestral witches working together, provoked by the demon clan, and the ancestral witch Zhurong fought in Buzhou Mountain, after both defeats and injuries, they were besieged by the demon clan, and the co-workers were angry, and their heads touched the Zhou Mountain, breaking the pillar of heaven, and destroying the demon court, but they broke into a catastrophe, so that the sky broke a huge hole, and the water of the heavenly river poured down, and the earth turned into an ocean, and the lives were ruined for a while......

Yang Jian knows this allusion, although what he understands is slightly different from what is recorded here.

I guess the Loose Scattered people must have lived in seclusion here after the Lich War......

Walking to the table, he finally couldn't help but touch the box, and what a treasure it was mentioned in the book, Yang Jian's mood was slightly complicated.

The blood of the ancestral witches!

Although it is not the blood of the ancestral witch, let alone the blood of the heart, it is the real blood of the ancestral witch, and it is also the main purpose of the free man to live in seclusion in this stone tablet mountain.

The co-worker could not touch the Zhou Mountain and died, and the blood stained the Zhou Mountain and did not disperse for many years, and was collected by the major supernatural powers.

There is only this fragment of Buzhou Mountain that was placed in Beiju Luzhou to suppress the miasma, and there is still a little remnant of Gonggong blood.

After the Xiaoyaosan people discovered this place, it took a long time to condense three drops of the blood of the co-workers.

The Xiaoyaosan took the two drops of true blood that contained the Great Dao of Water, leaving behind this drop of Gonggong blood, which had no effect on them and could only be used by the Wu clan to strengthen the flesh, which was also regarded as a little blessing for those who found this place in the future.

"Ancient monk, this mind is truly admirable. ”

Yang Jian slowly sat on the rattan chair, his fingers clicked on the wooden box, and a stream of water-blue ripples overflowed in the grass hut and swung into the distance......

This thing is a great supplement for him.