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Chapter 521 The Hei Khan’s Court

The wind whistled, and pieces of grassland passed by underfoot.

Jiang Ding's spiritual consciousness swept across the four directions, constantly collecting and recording the various features, languages, and customs of Beiyuan, and comparing them with the memories of Taoist Tian Kuang, Madam Qian She and others to confirm.

On the grassland, there are tribes and felt tents from time to time. People drive cattle and sheep and live in pursuit of water and grass.

Occasionally, I see a hill in the sky.

This is often an important place that the surrounding tribes fight for even if they are killed or injured. The wood on the mountain can be used as fuel, the framework of felt tents, bows and arrows, and the bark can be used to make ropes... There are endless magical uses, a matter of life and death.

Jiang Ding scanned it with his spiritual consciousness and found that the hills standing abruptly in the grassland seemed to have the function of gathering spiritual energy. The concentration of spiritual energy was higher than elsewhere, so the animals and plants in it grew better.

This natural gathering of spirits may lead to the birth of spiritual veins.

After more than ten days of walking silently in the sky without rushing, the earth appeared a little bulge again, and a majestic mountain city appeared on the horizon.

It is built entirely of huge rocks. It is rough and tall, more than 30 meters high, and is almost beyond the capabilities of ordinary humans.

Suddenly appeared on the grassland.

Montenegro Holy City!

This is the holy place in the hearts of all the herdsmen and priests and warriors in the vast grasslands nearby. It is sung orally that even if you die, you must pray in this direction and pray to the Immortal Heaven for wealth in the next life.

Around the Holy City, there are various fields densely planted with wheat, millet and other crops. The land is fertile enough, and part of the farming production method has been restored. The growth is very vigorous, which is incompatible with the barren grassland.

"A second-order low-grade spiritual vein..."

Jiang Ding's spiritual consciousness swept through and discovered the source of all this.

"A few foundation-building monks did not escape and stayed in their old lair. It seems that what Han Lin said about the defeat of the Good and Demonic Alliance is not true."

……

"drink!"

"Brother Heng, I'll wait till I get drunk today!"

In the most splendid palace of the palace, this generation of Black Tart Khan carefully accompanied and toasted, but he was too drunk. After drinking a little wine, his face turned red, he was staggering, and he had a faint urge to vomit.

"Just go out."

A foundation-building monk with his strong chest exposed frowned, flicked his sleeves, and threw him out, leaving only the Yingying Yanyan collected from all over the grassland in the hall to drink with the other two foundation-building monks.

"It's Xiaohan's fault."

Black Tart Khan apologized again and again, heaving a sigh of relief in his heart. Facing the main hall, he stepped back step by step. After a long time, he turned around and left.

The sound of silk, bamboo and drum music in the main hall, and the sound of beautiful women's laughter are still there, and from time to time, the sound of delicate laughter and gasping can be heard.

After a while, the breathing became calmer.

"Brother Heng, although this Khan is a mortal, he is a direct descendant. Is it okay if we are so disrespectful?"

A man with a pale face and no beard pushed away several beauties on his body and said worriedly.

"No matter how direct he is, he is just a mortal. No one will care about him."

Without waiting for Jianzhu Jiji's reply, another thin monk disagreed and showed a faint sneer: "Moreover, the Great Sun Sect will come at any time and we will all die. What's the point of direct lineage and collateral lineage?" ?”

"Direct lineage, hehe."

"Stop saying such things."

The white-faced and beardless monk frowned, and used his magic weapon. One by one, ant-like runes flew out of his hand and fell into the eyebrows of the beauties around him.

Some people were confused and others were horrified and realized something.

"Just drink!"

"Our path is already like this, and there is no hope for the golden elixir. What do we want to do with this?"

The man named Brother Heng did not answer the two of them. He just drank heavily and hugged several beauties around him, causing bursts of screams.

Suddenly, in the palace, there were three foundation-building monks and many beauties whose movements were stiff and their eyes were confused.

After a few breaths, it returned to its original state. The sound of gasping and charming laughter could not be heard, and the drunkenness and dreams continued.

……

"We have located the Animal Spirit Fairy City."

"The three of them don't know much."

Jiang Ding looked through the memories in the three souls of the Hei clan: "In their hearts, this war has lasted for nearly two hundred years. From time to time, monks from the Great Sun Sect lurked in, sabotaging and killing, guarding the Holy City of Black Mountain. Foundation-building monks die every few years."

"In recent years, it's been no different."

"The level is too low. Even if there are any big changes, they don't know."

After traveling for another five or six days, the concentration of spiritual energy in the surrounding world suddenly increased, and immortal cultivators began to appear in the streets. Foundation-building Qi-training cultivators encountered them from time to time.

The security situation is quite chaotic.

Interceptions, ambushes, killings and seizing treasures all happen from time to time. Fighting among the casual cultivators, fighting between the large and small families, and fighting between the descendants of the Hei family. Revealing one’s identity is useless. The war lasts too long. , there are signs of collapse and loss of control in all aspects.

Deserted spiritual fields and spiritual tree gardens are often seen, and the grassroots production in the world of immortality is about to stagnate.

At this time, farming is to make a wedding dress for others, making oneself a fat sheep in the eyes of many calamity cultivators. If any one of them is affected by the fighting method, all the efforts will be in vain.

Fight and die.

The flesh, blood, and soul are included in the magic weapon, and nothing is wasted.

Jiang Ding watched all this quietly, hiding his figure.

If no one sees or interacts with anyone, there will be no cause and effect and no trouble, just a passer-by.

In another seven or eight days, the spiritual energy of the surrounding heaven and earth will rise to a higher level again, barely reaching the level of miniature spiritual veins. This is the case everywhere.

"This spiritual energy concentration..."

Jiang Ding calculated: "If the Hei Sect does not have the means to control the spiritual energy of heaven and earth across a large area like the Immortal Sect, then there should be many second- and third-order spiritual veins at each spiritual vein node, and the probability of the existence of fourth-order spiritual veins is very high. big."

"Give me three or four days, and I should be able to calculate the locations where fourth-level spiritual veins may exist."

"Of course, there's no need to bother, just ask someone."

Three or four days later, Jindan monks began to appear around from time to time.

Along the way, I encountered third-order spiritual veins five or six times, and the density was very high.

The order that was so chaotic that it almost collapsed began to be restored in the area. The Hei monks were once again the object of everyone's respect and respect. No one dared to mess with them. Production activities in the spiritual fields, mines, spiritual lakes and other places were still maintained.

"This is a good thing about being a cultivator."

Jiang Ding praised: "The Beiyuan family has been ruling for almost ten thousand years, right? It is still impossible to enslave them mentally like mortals. When it is time to be cowardly, it will be cowardly. Once there is a chance, it will immediately turn into a hungry wolf."

"The existence of Xue Liuyun and others is not without reason."

In the distance, a black city with a terrifying aura appeared on the horizon. Even if it was hundreds of kilometers away, you could still faintly feel the coercion leaking out of it. When the Golden Core cultivator saw it, his heart trembled.

"Animal Spirit Fairy City is right here."

Jiang Ding paused.

"Hei's family has been running this place for thousands of years. Relying on the fourth-level spiritual veins, countless protective formations and traps have been laid. In the fairy city, it is possible that the True Monarch of the Divine Crow will leapfrog the level and fight."

"Find a place and wait."

Jiang Ding said to himself.

"It can take years or decades. In this turbulent era, it's impossible for him to stay away from home for a long time."

"The super battleship can monitor a thousand kilometers in radius and kill him when he goes out."

(End of this chapter)