Chapter 185 The ominous Land

The ancient past passes with the years, and the dust of history is buried in the ground. This is the most realistic portrayal of the Northern Regions. The years are long, the vibrant land has become a bleak, and the races of the past have become a cloud of history.

Nowadays, there is only endless emptiness and desolation in the northern region. Looking around, there is nothing in the boundless land, only monotonous reddish brown.

More than a dozen riders ran fast, and Zhang Wuye's village was 200 miles away. At this speed, he could rush back before the sun set.

Ye Fan also rode on a horse, rode side by side with Zhang Wuye, and seriously asked for all kinds of secrets about the source.

Thousands of years ago, "Yuantianshu" was lost, and many secret methods of guiding sources were lost. Zhang Wuye was very sorry. When it came to this matter, he sighed.

Ye Fan was also a little disappointed. It was definitely a strange book. He really wanted to get a glimpse of the truth, find the dragon vein of the source, and determine the peerless divine source. This method is shocking. Once in hand, you will become a guest of honor of the Holy Land. This wonderful book has incalculable value. More than a dozen riders ran, leaving more than a dozen smoke and dust.

After more than an hour, the horse's speed became slower and slower, but it only ran 70 or 80 miles. It was not a good horse, and its physical strength was very average. Drive!"!

Suddenly, seven or eight riders appeared on the horizon, which was extremely fast, like a whirlwind, stirring up smoke and dust, and blinked in front of him.

These people's mounts are not ordinary horses. They are all shining, tall and long, very strong. This is a dragon-scaly horse, shaped like a horse, covered with a green whale, traveled four or five thousand miles a day, tireless. No, it's a bandits!" Among more than a dozen people, the very clever teenager named Wang Shu changed color. Stop it all for me!" A dark-skinned middle-aged man shouted.

The eight-skinned dragon whale horse surrounded and blocked Ye Fan and others. The people on the mount shouted, "Give over all the sources you have extracted, otherwise this is the place where your bones are buried."

Ye Fan finally experienced the complexity of this chaotic land by himself. In the light of day, the bandits are rampant, and they often have to kill people. This adult, we didn't collect a grain today, and we didn't get anything. Wang Shu explained with a smile.

"No more nonsense. People like you have always seen the coffin and don't shed tears. Hand it over quickly and let you leave, otherwise next year's today will be your memorial day." The black-faced middle-aged man scolded. My lord, we really haven't gained anything. If you don't believe it, you can search your body. We won't have any resistance. Zhang Wuye arched his hand. Ye Fan patted Fifth Master Zhang on the shoulder, so that he didn't have to worry and looked at these people. The old man will stay there!" A bandits came forward and stared at Ye Fan, feeling that he seemed to have a source of breath.

"It is also said that there is no source. This young man with fine skin must have a lot of contempt in his body." A bandit waved a horse whip, pulled heavily at Ye Fan, and scolded, "How dare you lie in front of us!"

"Port"

Niu Fan grabbed the whip and said to Zhang Wuye and others, "You can go to the front and wait for me." Who do you think it is, little rabbit? Does a source picker dare to do the same? The famous bandit glanced around and said, "I think any of you dare to leave and wait here obediently!" "Phutong"

Ye Fan tore it off the dragon horse, but he didn't kill him. He had a lot to ask these bandits. Seeing this, Fifth Master Zhang and others rushed to the distance without stopping.

The famous bandit, who was led by looting all day long, naturally saw that it was inappropriate, directly abandoned the dragon scale horse, rose to the sky, and wanted to escape.

"Do you still want to go?" Ye Fan flicked his fingers, eight fingers and the wind, like eight hammers, knocked on their bodies, and the eight people suddenly fell to the ground.

The bandits led by

are just monks in the realm of the spring of life. For Ye Fan, they are vulnerable. These people are all pale and know that they have kicked the iron plate. Are you a bandit or not? The source of your body is less than half a catty. Ye Fan was quite dissatisfied and said, "Tell me in detail what bandit gangs are nearby."

Half a quarter of an hour later, Ye Fan took eight dragons and crocodile horses to catch up with Zhang Wuye and others, and said, "Will it cause you trouble to take these dragon horses back?"

More than a dozen young and middle-aged people were very eye-catching, but Fifth Master Zhang shook his head and said, "Let them live and die for themselves. Only the bandits can ride. If there are these strange beasts in our village, it's too eye-catching.

"The bandits are rampant, don't the sects here care?" Ye Fan asked.

"How to manage it, the bandits are like the tip of locusts - after batches, there is no way to manage it."

"It's almost enough for them to be different. I heard that many sects support the bandits and plunder them secretly."

Ye Fan further learned that the chaos and blood in the Northern Regions is simply a paradise of evil.

"No wonder monks from other regions come to the Northern Regions to adventure. They are lawless here. As long as they have strength, they can be local emperors on one side."

Ye Fan felt that this was very suitable for him, and there was no need to worry about the source.

Before sunset, I finally finished more than 200 miles.

In front of you, there is a stockade made of stones, only dozens of households, and all of them add up to more than 200 people.

When he came to the front, Ye Fan found that the people were really strong. No matter men, women, old or young, all the villagers were holding sharp knives. Seeing that it was Master Zhang coming back, he took a deep breath and put down the sharp blade. Chen Dahu is here again. He said that there are still five days left, and he can't hand over the source and destroy our whole village. Those villagers were sad and sighed. " The other teams that went out also had no harvest and returned without success." In recent years, the sources have been excessive, and the nearby areas have dried up. How can they be harvested in a short time? Ye Fan lived here. Most of the northern regions were stone houses, and his residence was also clean and carefully cleaned up. That night, Fifth Master Zhang and others warmly entertained him and specially killed a sheep. Everyone sat around the fire and roasted the whole golden butter. After removing the whole sheep from the shelf, everyone ate large pieces of meat and drank in a big bowl.

Most of the men in the northern region are rough, even with banditry, and they can't help but drink. Ye Fan ate very well, and he always fled for a period of time. This feeling made him very relaxed. During the banquet, he asked Wuye Zhang for several place names and asked where they were.

Fifth Master Zhang asked someone to take the cowhide map and show it to him one by one, all within a hundred miles. "This is the stronghold he learned from several famous bandits.

Now, Ye Fan urgently needs to improve his strength. That night, he took action and rushed to three bandit strongholds in a row.

As a result, he was disappointed. There were only a dozen people in each thief's nest, and only more than two catties were found in three places.

"It's not enough for me. I need to find a thief to start the operation." Up to now, Ye Fan misses the source area of the Holy Land, which is really a treasure. The outside area is very barren, and there is no way to compare with it.

This stone village is located in an oasis more than ten miles away. There is a lonely mountain on the horizon, which is thousands of meters high. There is no soil, no vegetation, it is completely a stone mountain. In the morning, the sun shines, and the huge stone mountains give people an extremely condensed feeling.

When Ye Fan walked out of the stone house, he happened to see Fifth Master Zhang kowtowing to the mountain in the morning glow, which made him feel quite strange.

The young man named Er Yanzi explained honestly, "The first thing Zhang does when he gets up every day is to worship the mountain." Ye Fan's heart moved. Most of the mountains are not simple. I'm afraid there are hidden secrets. At this moment, Fifth Master Zhang came over and didn't explain anything. He just asked him to have breakfast. Let me ask you, what's so strange about that mountain? When no one was there, Ye Fan asked. I don't know. Fifth Master Zhang won't let us get close, saying that it was an ominous place. The second man shook his head.

After eating sooner or later, Ye Fan stepped forward like a wisp of smoke, and soon rushed to the front of the mountain.

It is purple-brown, polished like dim purple gold, thick and condensed, up to 4,000 meters high, very steep, and mortals can't climb up at all.

Ye Fan was surprised to find that there were many sword holes on it, which were almost weathered and worn out. Only by careful identification can he see it clearly.

He tried to scratch his finger on the stone wall and found that it was very hard, comparable to fine iron. This purple rock was very special.

Ye Fan immediately took a breath of cold air. Such a hard mountain, Dufu Bujing weathered like this. What era did the traces of knives and axes on it leave? I can't estimate!

He was more and more surprised that there were not only knife marks on the stone wall at the foot of the mountain, but also the hole marks penetrated by the blade all over the mountain, all the way to the mountainside.

After halfway up the mountain, the purple mountain stood up and down, like a big sword, inserted into the sky, with great momentum.

Ye Fan was surprised to find that in addition to the traces left by various blades, there were also many palm prints and finger holes, which were almost weathered, vague and vaguely distinguishable.

"This must be a trace left before ancient times, otherwise with such a hard purple stone, the hole marks on it can't be almost worn out." After Ye Fan flew to the top of the mountain, he looked into the distance and found that there was a mountain in all directions. There are nine mountains, which are slightly invisible on the far-distant horizon, and this purple mountain seems to be in the central area. Ye Fan didn't do much research on the landforms of mountains and rivers, and couldn't find anything special. In the end, he only stared at the purple mountain. The top of the mountain was bare and there was nothing. The morning glow fell, making the whole mountain more majestic. There is nothing special. Is there a source in it? Ye Fan sacrificed his teeth and chopped on the top of the open mountain.

Zishan Mountain is very hard, especially the top of the mountain, but it is still cut by the golden book. Mars is shooting everywhere, and the rocks pass through the sky. Soon, there will be a big resistance on the top of the mountain.

Ye Fan frowned and didn't find any abnormality. It was basically the kind of stone that wrapped the source, and it should not come out of the source. In the end, he returned to Shizhai in no success.

The next day, he woke up early and watched from a distance. Sure enough, the first thing he did after Zhang Wuye out of the house was to worship the mountain.

He couldn't help having breakfast and asked, "Sir, is that mountain very special? Why do you worship every day?"

Fifth Master Zhang's expression condensed, and then sighed and said, "It's an ominous place. Don't go there. My ancestors once said that in the northern region of gaskets, no one can provoke it." Provoking..." Ye Fan was even more surprised and asked, "What the hell is that purple mountain?" I don't know what it is. All I know is that it is an ominous place.

Ye Fan didn't ask anything. He wandered around in the cottage, and then found Er Yanzi and asked carefully again, but he couldn't say why.

The very clever teenager Wang Shu happened to pass by and had a good impression on Ye Fan. He knew that he stayed to help the village. He said, "I know some. When Fifth Master Zhang was drunk, he once cried bitterly and said that it was an ominous place, which had something to do with some ancient emperors."

Ye Fan was shocked at that time. Since ancient times, there have only been a few emperors in the whole eastern wilderness?!

There are only a few people. They rule the world and shake the ages and the present. Few people can surpass their achievements.

Several horrible extreme weapons in the eastern wilderness came out of the hands of those people, and others could not be sacrificed at all.

At this moment, Ye Fan felt his blood boiling and almost shouted out. Is it related to the ancient emperor? He suddenly thought of a lot. D