(Hello Huang Agou, I still used this chapter name. Originally, this chapter wanted to be called: Let's listen to the cat's meow together... The sound of firecrackers came outside the window, reminding me that the New Year is coming, it's going to be on holiday, it's so comfortable, looking forward to it.)

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Three hundred and thirty years ago, a war between the strong people broke out between human practitioners and high-level creatures in the Snow Country of Lanling.

Since then, there has been no real war in the world of cultivation.

The battle between those sects and the battle between good and evil can only be considered a battle, and the scale and intensity of the Yuntai Battle are far from enough.

But there will inevitably be a real war between the Qingshan Sect and the Xihai Sword Sect.

Since it is a war, we naturally need to make perfect preparations and pre-war analysis.

If the West Sea Sword Sect is the general of the Sword God, the real killing is still to move south.

In fact, the Aoyama Sect has been studying this first sword escaper for many years.

Based on hundreds of years of research, they tried to determine the method of Nanshi's closed breath and avoiding the Qingshan Array.

The giant friend of Jing Jiu had contacted the fog on the Nanhai Mizu Island and confirmed that the fog was a natural wonder on the island, and it would gradually dissipate if it was too far away from the island.

So Nanji is definitely not using this method.

Through extremely complex and careful deductions of Nan Ji's background, previous martial arts and temperament, Shi Yuefeng fainted from the two elders, and Qingshan Sect finally came to a conclusion with a reliability rate of more than 90%. Nan Ji used the Man tribe's mountain god soul-detaining technique to refine himself into a living zombie.

The living zombies have no chance of life, so they can avoid the search of the Qingshan Formation.

When needed, Nan Qi will wake up and at the most critical moment, before the Qingshan Formation is activated, he will fire a fatal sword to Liu Ci or Yuan Qi Whale.

Nan Wang was born in the Nanman tribe and was familiar with these witchcrafts, so Liu Ci suggested that Jing Jiu take her with her.

She was a little displeased and shouted in a low voice: "Since you know he is in the coffin, why don't you check it out from this clue?"

Jing Jiu said: "There are too many coffins and it is impossible to find out clearly."

Nan Wang was stunned. He didn't understand why there were many cars carrying coffins. Do many people die every day?

Jing Jiu looked at her expression and sighed in his heart.

He and Liu Ci were the same at the beginning, and they didn’t understand why many people died every day.

It was not until the roller shutter sent the data that they knew that on average more than 10 million people died in Chaotian Continent every year, and the area they were looking for was more than 3 million. This means that 10,000 coffins were opened every day and closed in the place they were looking for.

In fact, this is common sense, but the lifespan of a practitioner is too long and he can't even think of this.

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Nan Wang and Jing Jiu left Lushan, headed west, and came to the big mountain hundreds of miles away from Yizhou.

It was already summer, and the mountains were not cool, but they became even more stuffy. With no spiritual veins, it was no wonder that people were so sparse.

The monks from Baotong Zen Temple took out extremely precious things. The red cabbage moss that has been preserved from spring to the present have been entertained by two distinguished guests, but there are no clues.

When leaving the Zen Temple, Jing Jiu made a special trip to the vegetable garden and looked around, but he didn't find anything.

The white cat squatted on his shoulder and suddenly meowed towards the sky in the northeast direction.

Nan Wang stood up without hesitation and flew towards the other side.

Jing Jiu followed, but he had a very bad premonition.

We walked with white cats not for safety, but for smelling the smell. The whole green mountain said that it was good for its nose, except for the corpse dog.

It is covered with miasma and wild trees everywhere, but it still makes people feel desolate in the mountains, with no roads or traces of people.

The white cat squatted on his shoulder, raised his head and sniffed it constantly, and occasionally meowed.

Jing Jiu and Nanwang listened to the cat's meow, kept changing directions and gradually penetrated into the mountains.

As dusk approached, the white cat yawned, waved his head, trying to make himself more awake, and then a meow reminded them that they should be still ahead.

Nan Wang felt that his current appearance was much cute than his fierce and vicious look before, so he reached out to touch his head.

The white cat would not let her hand fall on her body, open the mouth of the blood bowl, revealing small sharp fangs that were sharper than the flying sword, let out a low roar, and then bite it down.

At this moment, its expression suddenly changed, and it climbed down from Jing Jiu's shoulder at an extremely fast speed, drilled into his sleeve, and refused to come out again.

Nan Wang looked at Jing Jiu's slightly trembling sleeves and remained silent.

Jing Jiu looked towards the mountains ahead with an extremely solemn expression.

Found.

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There is an old road buried by weeds in the deep mountains.

At the end of the old road there is a dilapidated small temple with a lantern hanging in front of the temple.

There is a black coffin in the dilapidated temple.

A girl walked out of the temple, wearing a short skirt and covered with silver bells, but there was no sound when she walked.

The girl lit the lantern outside the temple, and the red light illuminated the ruined temple. It just so happened that night was coming.

On a cliff more than ten miles away, Jing Jiu retracted his gaze and looked at Nanwang.

The girl is very similar to Nan Wang.

"In order to clean up the influence of the Nanfeng future generations, I asked the clan to kill many people, but I still escaped."

Nan Wang looked at the girl walking back to the temple and said blankly: "She should be called Nanzheng."

After saying this, she found a wine pot from somewhere and started drinking.

Drinking is not because I feel moved when I see Nan Zheng, but because I am afraid.

Nandu should have been lying in the black coffin.

She is the master of Qingrong Peak of Qingshan Sect, a real strong man in the sea realm, but what is it in the eyes of the other party?

Jing Jiu looked at her and said, "You should drink less wine and practice more swords."

Nan Wang has good talent and understanding. If he is willing to spend more time drinking, singing, sad spring and tragic autumn on his practice, he will probably have already reached the peak of the Sea Breaking Realm.

At that time, he and Liu Ci both thought that Nan Wang was the most likely candidate to be the one who followed Fang Jingtian, but now she has been crossed by Guangyuan Zhenren. In his opinion, this is of course a pity.

Nan Wang thought to himself whether this guy was frightened by the black coffin, how could he dare to speak to him in this tone?

Jing Jiu was also a little surprised that she didn't ask herself if she wanted to die. She guessed that she was very nervous at this time and pointed to the dilapidated temple in the distance and said, "Who is the statue of the god in the temple?"

This dilapidated temple is obviously the standard of the Nanman tribe temple. The statues in the temple do not look like Nan Wang, and are obviously much taller. The paint on the face has long been mottled and peeled off, but it still gives people a feeling of being cold and easy to kill.

Nan Wang said: "It should be Nan Qi himself."

Eight hundred years ago, Nanji was the true god of the Nanbar tribe, and his realm and identity were also worthy of it.

However, as he was forced into Kirishima by the Qingshan Sword Formation, time passed, he had long been forgotten by the vast majority of tribe people.

This dilapidated temple is most likely his last temple.

Thinking of this possibility, Nan Wang raised the wine pot again and drank a large gulp of wine.

Jing Jiu felt the trembling in his sleeves, and knew that Ada was still afraid. He touched it through the clothes to show comfort, and then said to Nan Wang: "Don't be afraid, I'm there."

"You are not your master, what nonsense."

Nan Wang wiped off the wine from the corner of his lips and said expressionlessly: "Preserve this place, I'll inform the head of the sect."

Jing Jiu said I'll do it, and then sat down cross-legged.

The white cat was frightened by some reason, and came out of his sleeve, climbed to his shoulder, stretched out his claws and hugged his neck tightly.

The sleeves moved without wind, and a sword bracelet fell off from Jing Jiu's wrist, disassembled when encountering the wind, and turned back to the body of the Fox Sword, turning into a bloodline, disappearing into the last twilight.

Nan Wang looked at the gradually disappearing bloodline and felt very strange.

That year, she and the other elders Zhufeng saw Jing Jiu's innate sword body with their own eyes, and confirmed that this was an unparalleled sword genius.

But how old is this guy, and he has only been practicing sword for a few years, how can he be able to swim? And isn’t the Fu Si Jian the sword left by Jing Yang to Zhao Layue? Why can you use it too?

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The night shrouded the wild mountains and the ruined temples, and the red lantern became more and more eye-catching.

The black coffin lies quietly in the temple, giving people a strange and terrifying feeling.

Among the cliffs more than ten miles away, Nan Wang and the White Cat stared at the dilapidated temple without looking away.

They stood and lie down, blending with the surrounding autumn trees and weeds.

It took a long time for a night to pass.

The morning glow reflects the red sky.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes.
To be continued...