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

Morning always symbolizes hope.

Especially when the clouds and clouds support each other and the sun rises over the mountains.

Dongfang Mutuo quietly wiped away the hot tears from the corners of his eyes, maintained his composure, and laughed at himself: "I'm just kidding, I lost my composure for a moment."

Nan Xiao silently handed over a plain handkerchief, Nian Ranran looked sad.

Although they didn't know what Dongfang Mutuo had gone through and why he was crying, the two of them, who already had a keen sense of smell, could still feel that Dongfang Mutuo had no ill intentions.

The trunk of the elephant hangs downward, rising and falling like the moon.

The young man in yellow shirt on the white moon waved his hand, thanked Nan Xiao for his kindness, and then returned to the smile he had when we first met him. "Actually, I don't know much about it. I also listened to the legends and speculations left by the older generation along the way. of."

Dongfang Mutuo gently stroked the little white jade skin and said calmly: "It's a coincidence that since the eight thousand miles of Nanling became its own world, the secret realms that had been buried for a long time have been revived one after another, so there are fish leaping over the dragon gate. , there are wild geese flying south, there is the Pure Land Buddha Kingdom, there is the Taoist Holy Land..."

Nan Xiao's eyes sparkled as she recalled the Hantan Waterfall and Yeyan Caikong she had seen on the road. In addition, the old Buddhist site called Jingtan Temple behind her, it seemed that only the Taoist holy land was left. Seen it before.

In the eight thousand miles of Nanling, how many legends are there that are exciting elsewhere?

"The heroic young man wearing black satin must have told you some secrets, right? Although the chess players who raise Gu are involved in nature, they are not the only ones in the family. In addition, there is also God's will in the dark, and the moment the Gu cup falls to the ground , strong winds followed, blowing away the dust of the years, and the footprints left by those great figures were revealed again."

The metaphor of Dongfang Mutuo was so specific and vivid that even Nian Ranran instantly understood its profound meaning.

Throwing a stone into a lake not only stirs up ripples, it may also awaken a great being that has been sleeping for a long time.

"Similar to the academic examination of mortal scholars, since it is a trial, there are naturally questions. In the mortal world, if you want to qualify for the examination, in addition to being a scholar with a clean background and a certain knowledge reserve, you must also have a family background to support you. And we One of the test questions this time is about the pig demon."

Nan Xiao remained calm. She already knew the test questions, so she and Nian Ranran went to great lengths to capture the ordinary pig monster, Da Laohei.

Now that I think about it, the existence of Jingtan Temple, a Buddhist pure land, does not seem to be a secret.

Nian Ranran's smart little mind started to spin, and his beautiful and lovely face was very smart, and he said: "Brother Dongfang Taoist, this old Buddhist site has existed for at least a year, why are there still so many people and monsters gathering in the forest, and the temple Hasn’t it been broken through yet?”

Dongfang Mutuo did not answer, but with a smile on his face, he turned his head and asked, "Miss Nanxiao, what do you think?"

Nan Xiao, who had already speculated, did not hide it and said simply: "Probably the outer wall of Jingtan Temple is protected by formations and divine patterns, and the inheritance here has not yet waited for the destined person. As for why there are still so many people gathering now, it may be There are experts from the outside who specialize in heavenly secrets and have speculated on some possibilities, so this place has become lively again."

Although Dongfang Mutuo was of barbarian descent, he was as thoughtful as silk. At this time, he couldn't help but admire Nan Xiao's intelligence.

In his seemingly "innocent" conversation with Nian Ranran not long ago, he learned a lot about Nan Xiao.

A cultivator from a blessed land of the end could have such vision and insight. Coupled with Nan Xiao's combat prowess in the first half of the night, Dongfang Mutuo realized that the girl with a demure face was by no means as simple as she seemed.

"Miss Nan Xiao is right. I heard from a friend that the trials here are not only related to Buddha, but may also involve the moon. The dust has long been blown away by the breeze, but there is still no sky related to the moon. The favored person appeared, so I couldn't open it for a long time. Although my Xiaobai has practiced the Jade Elephant method, he is not pure enough to go to the elegant hall, so he has been unable to enter the temple and can only watch. I think. I want to leave, but I am unwilling to leave, so I am waiting here. I think most of the people and monsters in the mountains and forests are like me."

Dongfang Mutuo smiled bitterly, and the sourness in his words made the three-foot-tall elephant-nosed pig demon feel a little soft-hearted. He awkwardly rubbed his nose against the young man's face, as if to comfort him.

"Could it be that--"

Nian Ranran, who finally reacted, showed a sudden realization, patted his head, and said excitedly: "The trial here is the inheritance of the lineage of Buddhist Jingtan envoys. Are you waiting for the successor? The reason why you haven't opened the door is that you haven't waited until it is equal. People?"

Just when Dongfang Mutuo wanted to praise Nian Ranran's "cleverness", Nan Xiao raised his eyes.

The eyes of the mountains and rivers were focused nine times, her eyes were deep, and she said in a deep voice: "In the due east, thirty-seven strong men are coming, and they are coming menacingly."

————————————       “Ah, ah! It’s true.”

Nian Ranran wiped away her previous complacency, and the long-term tacit understanding made her trust Nan Xiao's judgment even more. Flames suddenly appeared in her palms, and she picked up a slender plantain jade fan with the fingertips of her right hand.

Dongfang Mutuo turned around and saw dozens of people coming from a distance, and was shocked in his heart.

He didn't expect that Nan Xiao, who was even lower in cultivation than him, would be one step ahead of him, making Dongfang Mutuo, a barbarian with stronger intuition than beasts and who had lived in Nanling for a long time, feel a little ashamed.

Immediately afterwards, he had no time to focus on his self-esteem, but his heart was agitated like thunder.

Nan Xiao's eyes of mountains and rivers stirred up huge waves.

That group of people did not hide their cultivation at all. Their divine powers were intertwined with each other, as vast as the sea, and full of oppression.

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At the front of the vast divine power is a man nine feet tall.

The man has a calm aura, his black hair blowing in the wind, he really looks like a lion.

He was about thirty years old, and his back was straight, making his nine-foot height look even more outstanding.

Wearing a gold purple Confucian shirt with water sleeves and cloud patterns, paired with shoulder-length black hair, they complement each other and make the pale but handsome face look dignified and graceful.

The eyebrows are like a long knife unsheathed, the eyes are closed tightly, and the depth cannot be seen.

The scarlet thin lips seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and there was a faint liquid flowing out, which seemed to be blood.

Behind the man in Confucian shirt who closed his eyes tightly, an ink-colored stone tablet that was as tall as the man floated in the air, only two feet above the ground.

No matter how fast the person carrying it is walking, no matter how rugged the terrain between the mountains and forests is, the stone tablet always maintains a fixed distance from the man in Confucian shirt like the straight back and the rapidly changing ground.

Nan Xiao looked sideways.

Not to mention how advanced the man in the Confucian shirt was, the subtlety of his manipulation of divine power alone put countless self-improved cultivators to shame.

What's even more terrifying is that the man always has his eyes closed.

People who cultivate immortality are not sincere but spiritual. They still rely on the five senses for daily practice.

Since a man can claim his own sight, it means that at least one of his other four senses and consciousness are far superior to ordinary people.

Now Nanling Eight Thousand Miles and Xuanmang Ancient City have passively entered the game. Except for a limited number of trump cards, such as the Lord of Xuanmang City and several big demons from the Demon King Palace, all the other masters have been eliminated.

There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys become kings.

The wolves in the realm of the other side can dominate a large mountain forest, so the cultivators who cross the other side and enter the secret realm of the Tao Palace can be counted as the strongest.

The morning sun was rising, and the people in Nanxiao no longer felt warm.

Just because they were horrified to realize that the ferocious lions were attacking the mountains and forests here.

How can people who have not yet become "monkeys" protect themselves?

I'm sick recently, so I can't guarantee updates, so please forgive me.