Shrouding the sky: Slashing the world of mortals with a sword, becoming the strongest empress

"The little moon is high and high. It's quiet outside the window. I want to be a good baby and go to bed gently."

Nan Xiao walked in the mountains and forests, humming the nursery rhymes that her brother often listened to her when she was a child, and walked leisurely into the long silent night.

The stars are like diamonds embedded in a large black screen, and the moonlight shining through the past and present will always make people scattered far away think about it.

In my memory, the hard days of collecting firewood and hiding it in a ruined temple in the summer to wait for the cold winter, and eagerly anticipating the coming of spring seem to have gone far away.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, relatives sit around, the kang head is hot, and the happy scenes are all in the tiptoe peeking when I was a child.

The moon shines upon the old world, and life and death are blurred.

The past is so painful.

The firewood stolen from the ruined temple was only a small part.

Nanxiao stood proudly in the cold winter with her sword in hand. Hatred was her food, and she moved forward bravely.

Nothing is as it was yesterday.

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The flow of the four seasons is not clear in Nanling.

There seems to be no winter here.

The sun is like fire, the clouds are rising behind my chest, but it is not cold at high places.

Among the mountains and forests, the vegetation is still lush and full of vitality.

The moonlight is spreading freely, and the hanging springs and waterfalls are louder.

The sun rises in the east and shines everywhere, and the branches and leaves grow thicker and thicker.

At the foothills of Nanling Mountain, there are wolves howling, but there are no more deer croaking.

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three days later.

After Nan Xiao collected some medicinal herbs, she headed back.

Before passing by the mountain forest where the Cang Wolf King might live, Nan Xiao rubbed special herbs on her body that could hide the smell.

The sense of smell of a spirited wolf demon is definitely better than a dog's nose.

Nan Xiao, who was already hated by the Canglang King, was walking on thin ice every step of the way.

After seeing some droppings and leftover bones left by the wolves, Nan Xiao stayed far away and re-planned the route.

The mountains and forests are both big and small.

No matter how Nan Xiao plans, he will still encounter the traces left by the wolves.

There are not only jungles in the mountains, but also grasslands.

There was a fishy stench in the wind, and a mountain of corpses could be seen far away from Nanxiao.

Looking ahead, we can see that the mountain of corpses is dozens of feet high and is made up of the carcasses of many antelopes.

Around the pile of deer carcasses, there was an almost perfect circular track.

The runway was once stained red with blood, but now there is also black dirt deposited on it.

The green grass and black soil are clearly distinct.

There are still some wolf hairs on the wet meadow.

Even Nan Xiao, who was decisive in killing, felt his stomach churn after seeing such a bloody scene.

Nan Xiao covered her mouth, the spiritual power in her body surged, and she returned to her pure spirit.

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The mountain of corpses in front of me is really weird.

Nan Xiao recalled the ancient books he had read, trying to find the answer.

The land is vast and abundant, and there are boundaries beyond the sky.

On the other side of the mountain, there may still be mountains, or there may be a bottomless ocean, or there may be endless grasslands.

On the grassland, there are ferocious wolves, as well as groups of yellow sheep and plump marmots.

People make a living by nomadic herding and hunting, and enjoy themselves.

It is said that on the grassland, both herdsmen and wolves believe in an existence called Tengri.

According to the saying there, Tengri is the sky.Everything in the world is in balance, and the laws of nature must circulate.

If gazelles, herding horses, marmots, rats, etc. overbreed, the grasslands will turn into deserts.

Therefore, Tengger sent the wolves to the grassland to maintain order.

As time goes on, people will drag the corpses of the deceased to the grasslands or mountains to feed the messengers of heaven.

It is a sacrifice to heaven.

If the corpse is eaten by a pack of wolves, it is the highest honor. The soul of the deceased will return to heaven and start another new life under the protection of Tengger.

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The answer was not found in the memory. On the grassland, the mountain of corpses was still bloody.

The nomadic people’s sacrifices to heaven seem to be different from the wolves’ sacrifices.

The old Suzuka King also mentioned that the new king is dead before. Are there any remains of his body in the mountain of corpses on the grassland?

Even if it were possible to dig out some inner elixirs from the mountains of corpses, Nan Xiao had no intention of exploring them.

The reason why this corpse mountain is safe and sound here is that there will definitely be a guardian.

Nan Xiao will not take risks without preparation.

Is it a ritual?

My thoughts are flying outside the book.

This is not a grassland, and no one believes in Tengri.

Although Nan Xiao is in awe of secular beliefs, he will never shrink from it.

Because she paranoidly believes——

No matter how high the sky is, it can't cover the sun.

The skill of eyes to calm the storm has started again, and the eyes can observe the six directions.

The magical power of Qingling Jue surges up, and the ears can be heard from all directions.

Nan Xiao was always vigilant and planned to stay away from the grassland.

"Wow, sister, we can't meet each other anywhere in the world! We are really destined! Hahaha"

In the dense forest behind, there was a childish laughter.

Nan Xiao's eyes were blazing and he recognized the owner of the voice.

It was the little boy who had previously practiced the Sutra of the Feathered Emperor.

The Sikong sword suddenly appeared in his hand, and Nan Xiao immediately turned into a rainbow and was about to rush out of the forest.

"Don't run away, sister. The territory above is the territory of a golden eagle. Its strength is at least as strong as the third level of the Dao Palace..."

Another tease came from the tree. The voice was very clear, but it gave people the feeling that he was being pretentious.

Nan Xiao stood on the sacred rainbow, stopped in mid-air, her phoenix eyes were open and majestic, and said: "Fellow Taoist, come out, I won't run away!"

"Haha, my sister is so courageous, I like her even more!"

Another burst of enthusiastic laughter came from the jungle.

Xu Donglai walked out of the shade of the trees calmly. Even though he was wearing auburn animal skin clothes, he still couldn't hide his delicate and beautiful face.

Nan Xiao's heart skipped a beat. Last time she was forced to hand over the blue skylark she had finally captured so she could escape. What about this time?

Although the boy in front of him is young, he is very powerful. At least in the other side realm, he has practiced the Emperor Scripture and has extraordinary means.

Thinking of this, Nan Xiao concentrated his attention and did not dare to slack off at all. The Sikong sword in his hand was as cold as frost and snow, and there was an extra layer of golden light.

Seeing Nan Xiao's fighting posture, the admiration in Xu Donglai's eyes became stronger, but he smiled and waved his hands: "Sister, I won't fight you this time, but I will ask you for something!"

He didn't hide what he did a few days ago, and even directly invited him.

"There is a Canglang King with good blood in this area. I was invited by the cultivator of Sanzhang Qingtian to capture him as a spiritual pet, so I need your help."

"You are very strong, why do you need my help?" Nan Xiao declined politely. In her opinion, the boy was more dangerous than the Cang Wolf King.

The little boy shrugged, waved his hands and said helplessly: "I am still too young, and my physical body has not yet been perfected. The Imperial Sutra I practice is very restrictive for me now, and I can only perform a limited number of spells."

After exposing his relationship, the little boy pretended to be miserable, acted coquettishly, and begged miserably: "Sister, please help my brother - I really want to prove myself, you know, a wealthy family, looks good, but actually The competition is very fierce! If I can't prove myself, I may even be disqualified."

At this point, the little boy's eyes turned red and he choked up: "I used to have many older brothers and sisters, in spring, summer, autumn and winter, plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, east and west, north and south... Because the competition is too fierce, now only sister Qiu'er is left. Be good to me..."