Patriarch of Wanjiao

Princess Xuanji was from the Shenzong bloodline and was also his youngest daughter. Unfortunately, she died young.

According to historical records, in the 73rd year of the celestial calendar, the young mistress Ji passed away. The emperor was sad and was buried in Beimang.

"Princess Xuanji..."

Li Mo went deep into the tomb and looked at the records on the wall in a daze.

Three thousand years have passed, and only Shenzong can rule the roost.

That man is known as the most powerful man in the world. His grace is unparalleled, unparalleled in ancient and modern times. Perhaps because of this, he has attracted the fear of God.

He did not have many heirs and his bloodline was weak. Princess Xuanji was acquired by Shenzong in his later years and was regarded as the apple of his eye. Unfortunately, he died young.

At that time, Li Zu turned into a mysterious root, Han Qi entered Gui Ruins, and Jiang Wuyao traveled around the world... A lonely figure in the rivers, old friends withered, and the death of Princess Xuanji was a great sadness for Shenzong in his later years.

"Shenzong gave her a very solemn funeral, placed her in the barren hills of Beimang, and even set up 36 tombs to prevent future generations from disturbing the sleep of his poor little girl..."

The ghost mother couldn't help but sigh. After saying this, she paused for a moment and looked at Li Mo with a strange look in her eyes.

"Who would have thought that more than 300 years ago, Princess Xuanji's tomb was dug up by unscrupulous people..."

"This……"

Li Mo curled his lips and showed an awkward smile. He knew that the ghost mother was pointing to the black sword.

But there is no way, this is really Black Sword's professional field.

The ancestral tombs at the major mountain gates, the ancestral tombs at the Tianshi Mansion, the ancestral tombs at the Zhenguogong Mansion... none of them had been visited by him.

In terms of cultivation strength, Heijian may not be the best master in the past 300 years, but in the field of tomb robbing, he can be called the ancestor.

He has robbed countless tombs in the hundreds of thousands of barren hills in Beimang. Even the current prosperous tomb robbing industry originated from him.

Because of this, Black Sword's robbery of the imperial mausoleum seems groundbreaking, but in fact it is reasonable.

"Black Sword covets the bloodline of Shenzong..."

The ghost mother changed the topic and her expression became solemn.

"This man is very ambitious. Back then, he wanted to use the dragon veins of Beiman Mountain to absorb the luck of the north and create a terrifying creature that could dominate the north."

"Lord of Beimang!?" Li Mo said in a deep voice.

As early as in Duwang Mountain, he had already seen that the coiled intestine that the bottomless pit turned into was the product of the Lord of Beimang.

"Not bad!" The ghost mother nodded.

The dragon vein in Beimang Mountain was originally a real dragon vein. Although times have changed, it is still no small matter.

If you activate it and carry it with your body, you will be able to absorb the luck of the north and become the master of the land.

"The dragon veins in Beimang Mountain have been deepened over time, and they have become the true evil of Xuanyin. If you want to activate them and refine the Lord of Beimang, you must gather a little bit of pure yang, like a dragon bead... to form a true dragon spitting bead. The pattern..."

Having said this, the ghost mother's face showed a solemn look.

"It's just that the world is vast, and not everyone can carry such a pattern..."

"So Black Sword is interested in the Shenzong bloodline..." Li Mo suddenly realized.

Princess Xuanji was the son of a true dragon and was buried in Beimang Mountain. She was invisibly connected to this Xuanyin dragon vein. If she could transform into pure yang and become the "dragon bead", forming the pattern of a true dragon spitting out beads, she would be able to Can take advantage of all the luck in the north.

The Ghost Mother's [Ten Thousand Ghosts Dragon Coffin] was refined according to this idea. All ghosts condensed into a dragon coffin, forming the Xuanyin vein, and itself became the pure yang dragon bead. Once the two echoed, a pattern was formed. Its power will seize fortune.

"Heijian's idea is very crazy... In fact, he saw such an idea from Han Qi's notes when he returned to the ruins, but he put it into action..."

The ghost mother said in a deep voice: "But he underestimated the Shenzong bloodline and the mystery of the corpse..."

"So..." Li Mo's heart moved, and he had already guessed the next development.

"He never condensed the 'Dragon Pearl' from Princess Xuanji's body, but he caused an unprecedented creature to be born from the shed skin."

"Beisha Xuanzang!"

Next to him, Gu Changan, who had been listening for a long time, couldn't help but said.

"Master was just born with only ignorant consciousness, but Heijian had already noticed that something was wrong. But when he wanted to suppress him, Master relied on the terrain of Beiman Mountain to defeat him..." Ghost Mother said in a deep voice. .

"At that time, my master had not yet achieved magical powers, so she could only avoid the black sword. Later, she transformed three times and cut off the skin three times before she achieved the status of demon immortal."

"But when she turned around to seek revenge on Black Sword, the latter was already dead." The ghost mother couldn't help but sigh.

Every time she heard Bei Sha Xuanzhang talk about this past event, the latter would gnash his teeth and be filled with hatred.

"As expected of the Shenzong bloodline, he almost became the Lord of Beimang, dominating the north undefeated..." Li Mo couldn't help but sigh.

Han Qi's talent, Black Sword's methods, and Shenzong's bloodline were not able to condense the [Pure Yang Dragon Pearl] from the [Beimang Xuanyin Dragon Vein] to form the pattern of a true dragon spitting pearls. It's really a bit strange. pity.

"Heijian was defeated by the Heavenly Sword. He said that the stars in the north are moving and it is difficult to understand. In 300 years, a king will appear, and in 300 years, a great religion will rise..."

"What he did was just at the wrong time... Maybe the [Pure Yang Dragon Pearl] has already been born, but it has not yet reached the time of appearance..."

"One day, its true master will appear on this land and rule the north..."

The ghost mother whispered leisurely, with a complex expression flashing in her beautiful eyes.

The Pure Yang Dragon Ball is the lifeblood of the Shiwan Barren Hills in Beimang. Whoever can grasp that pure Yang can gain insight into the secrets of heaven, activate the Xuanyin Dragon Vein, and take over the destiny of the north.

It’s just that such a huge blessing, I don’t know when or who will it fall on.

"Did you just say that [Beisha Xuanzhang] had beheaded himself three times and shed his skin three times!?"

At this moment, Li Mo suddenly asked.

"Yes... those three are now the controllers of the [Palace of Life and Death]... and their will is second only to Beisha Xuanzhang." The Ghost Mother said in a deep voice.

This time the competition for the coffin position is hosted by the Palace of Life and Death.

Among the disciples of Beisha Xuanzhang, whoever's natal Xuan coffin can enter the [Hall of Life and Death] and occupy the third coffin position can become the successor of Beimang Mountain.

"This is it... This tomb is the place where Master transformed into a demon... You may be able to gain some insights by practicing here."

The ghost mother led the generals to the deepest part of the tomb. On weekdays, no other person was allowed to set foot in this place except her.

Now, it can be said that the Ghost Mother has dedicated Mangdang Mountain without any reservation.

"General, whether you can succeed or not depends on your own destiny."

Li Mo whispered softly, that was all he could do to help. If the general couldn't fuse the black soil and make the [Nine Burial Coffin], then there would be no need to think about the next thing.

"I see!"

The general nodded, his expression slightly condensed, and he walked into the sealed tomb alone.

"correct……"

As the huge world-separating stone slowly fell, Li Mo raised his brows, as if he remembered something.

"What?" Ghost Mother asked subconsciously.

"That's not right..."

"You just said that Beisha Xuanzhang had killed himself three times and shed his skin three times..."

Li Mo was silent for a moment, then said: "Didn't Princess Xuanji shed her skin once when she turned into a demon?"

"Um!?"

The ghost mother was stunned for a moment, and then she looked thoughtful.

She really hadn't thought about this problem.

"I'm not completely clear about Master's affairs..."

The ghost mother shook her head, unwilling to waste any more time on this topic.

"I have arranged a place for you, so you can stay here for the time being."

As she spoke, the ghost mother retreated with Li Mo and Gu Changan.

at the same time.

The dark night is about to recede, the bright moon sets in the west, and a touch of fish belly white appears in the east. "Jigu...jigu..."

Next to the cold mountain stream, a sound of stomach growling caused the insects in the grass to "sneer", and a few fireflies flew up, illuminating the girl's face.

"Gugu, are you hungry again!?"

Tang Beixuan turned around and looked at the embarrassed girl.

This was the girl he took in in the ruined temple that day. At first, Tang Beixuan wanted to take her to a place where people lived, so he put her down.

Who would have thought that this girl was so ignorant that she didn't even know her own life, and she clung to him like a plaster.

Tang Beixuan had no choice but to take him with him.

After getting along with her for a while, Tang Beixuan discovered that this girl had an amazing appetite, and her stomach was growling almost all the time.

Therefore, he gave it the name "Gugu".

"Come on, let's get enough water first."

Tang Beixuan couldn't help but smile bitterly and handed over the gourd that had just been filled with water from the stream.

Gugu nodded dully, emptied the gourd, raised his head and drank, without any girlish reserve.

hum...

Tang Bei

"Go catch a rabbit... come the tiger."

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden shadow flew up and went straight into the mountain. A moment later, a pitiful roar of a tiger was heard.

At this moment, Gugu suddenly stood up and stared to the north.

The darkness of night has not completely receded, and only the faint shadows of the mountains can be seen in the hazy mist.

"Climbing over this mountain is the Shiwan Barren Hills of Beimang."

Tang Bei

"Beimang...Beimang..."

Gugu's eyes were distracted and she murmured softly. Her eyes were fixed on the distance to the north, as if she could no longer move at all.

"What's wrong?" Tang Beixuan asked casually.

"I seem to have been here...a long time ago...a long time ago..."

The thin words fell faintly, and were instantly submerged in the howling mountain wind.

……

There are no years in the mountains.

Li Mo took Gu Changan to live in [Mangdang Mountain], not because of anything else, but mainly to guard the pass for the generals.

Although the ghost mother has been extremely obedient since she was defeated by Li Mo, she is not one of her own, so Li Mo is not at ease.

If the general disappears at this critical moment, he will suffer a big loss.

On weekdays, he was quite free, and the ghost mother would occasionally visit him to discuss some spiritual issues with Li Mo.

It has to be said that the Ghost Mother is indeed a disciple of the Demon Immortal. Although her strength is no match for Li Mo, her theoretical level is extremely high. Many of her views make Li Mo feel suddenly enlightened.

"You are really diligent and caring for the people, and you even ask Little Scorpion to send official duties here every day."

On this day, Li Mo couldn't help but tease Gu Changan as he watched him buried in official documents.

Gu Chang'an raised his head, glanced sideways, and said indifferently: "How did you end up working as an errand in the capital in the first place?"

"Don't tell me, let me guess..."

"mix!"

"How can you say that about me!?" Li Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "I am also a serious court official..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Mo's eyes lit up, but he was attracted by the contents of a letter.

"Yun Feilai Inn has reopened!?"

"Tsk tsk... I haven't had a chance to taste their [abalone stewed loach]... Is there anything special about reopening?"

"There are more ways to play... If you deposit 100 taels of silver in advance, you will get a hundred free draws..." Gu Changan said casually: "I was originally invited to attend the opening ceremony, but I missed it..."

"A hundred draws? A lottery?"

"Of course it's a whip..."

"Um!?"

Li Mo was stunned for a moment, and his expression became strange.

"Young man, there is someone like this... I've never seen him before." Gu Changan grinned and looked at Li Mo ambiguously.

"What are you talking about? What scene have I never seen before!?"

Li Mo put down the letter and said calmly.

"where are you going?"

Gu Changan looked at Li Mo's back and couldn't help but ask.

"I went out for a walk, and I almost felt sick from boredom. I don't know when the little zombie will be able to come out..."

As he spoke, Li Mo left the cave and left Mangdang Mountain.

There was no sign of anyone on the long and narrow mountain road.

In the barren hills of Beimang, there are more tombs than trees and more ghosts than people. Especially deep into the hinterland, it is indeed difficult to see people. Occasionally, I see fellow tomb robbers.

Li Mo was wandering alone in the mountains. Unknowingly, a heavy fog started in front of him, as white as snow and as thick as smoke.

"Um!?"

Li Mo frowned and waved his hand to stir up the fog. He stepped out with a ghostly figure and rushed out of the fog.

The mountain stream is flowing, but it is a different scene. A peach forest appears in front of you. The grass is delicious and the fallen flowers are colorful. When the forest reaches the water source, there is a mountain. There is a small opening in the mountain, as if there is light.

"A place where dead people are buried, and there is such a scene..."

Li Mo couldn't help but wonder, the scenery here is completely different from the quiet Mangdang Mountain.

Just as he was about to step forward, he saw a pavilion beside the stream. There was an old man in a green shirt sitting inside. He was thin, with a peaceful face, but his deep eyes were full of vitality. He looked more mature than the young man. It should be brighter and brighter.

At this moment, the old man in green shirt seemed to have noticed Li Mo. A look of confusion appeared on his face. He immediately picked up the bamboo stick in his hand and waved to Li Mo.

"There are really people..."

Li Mo murmured in his heart and couldn't help but step forward.

In the elegant pavilion, there was only an old man in a green shirt, and a pot of new tea was boiling on the stone table.

"Young man... It's not easy to meet by chance in the mountains..." The old man in green shirt looked Li Mo up and down and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Old man, where did you come from and why are you here?"

Li Mo couldn't help but be suspicious. Not everyone could come to Beimang's Shiwan Desolate Hills. Even a tomb robber would not be alone, let alone one at such an old age.

"Passing by here, let's rest here." The old man in green shirt said casually.

"May I ask what you call the old man? Is there no one around you?" Li Mo asked.

"call……"

The old man in green shirt paused for a moment, and there was a strange light in his deep eyes.

"My name is Zhou Yin!"