Looking down at the rapidly retreating black shadows on the ground, Qin Tian's thoughts slowly drifted away. Is this terrain a natural barrier? What kind of unknown mystery is hidden in the strange terrain surrounded by peaks?
Qin Tian felt the trajectory of the airflow. The spiral aura matched the direction of the airflow. Suddenly, a figure as fast as lightning crossed the winding mountains. The Duanhun Mountain Range is very vast, with mountains in the north, a desolate desert in the west, and a connected desert in the south.
Looking at the vast ocean, the entire Broken Soul Cliff is like a bright pearl on a big clam.
"It's here...it's here..." Half an hour later, the little guy pinched Qin Tian's ears and whispered nervously
Qin Tian was about to speak, but he saw the little guy put his finger to his mouth and said "Shhh!"
Slowly slowing down, the spiral aura slowly shrank, and just after descending from the high altitude, Qin Tian staggered and leaned against a big tree.
The figure followed the direction pointed by the little guy, and there was a burst of wind. The whole person ran as fast as a cheetah, passing through towering trees.
The little guy was gesticulating for a while. Qin Tian was still surprised at first, but smelling the smell of blood and the thunderous roars, Qin Tian slowly realized that the Soul-Desolating Mountain Range was more mysterious than he imagined.
The roaring sound vaguely carries the secrets recorded in the books. It seems to be a monster beast that inherits the ancient bloodline...
The little guy put his two fingers on Qin Tian's back, making gestures from time to time. After a few times, Qin Tian slowly understood what the little guy meant. He was using his back as a steering wheel, steering left and right, and seemed to be able to
There are brakes...drift...
Qin Tian looked at the primeval forest in front of him in astonishment. In the genealogy of several generations of the Qin family, there seemed to be no mention of the Broken Soul Mountain Range, and only vague records of the ancestor war.
And almost no one in the entire royal city of Kyoto has mentioned the Broken Soul Mountain Range.
As if he knew nothing about this mountain range, Qin Tian recalled the records in ancient books...
"婩奫戢山...." Qin Tian was astonished as he thought of a passage from an ancient proverb: "Control the god Miaomiao, the emperor of the holy source, and the art of becoming a psychic is as good as the ancient world...
..."
That broken book is the Holy Ancestor’s Art of Capturing Heaven.
"婩? It should mean majestic, it should refer to the mountain peak." Qin Tian temporarily analyzed this in his mind
Qin Tian murmured: "婩奫戢山......" He thought about it several times in his mind, but he felt that it was a little difficult to understand.
"Xi? This seems to refer to the will of a very deep and wide abyss, expressing uneasiness." Qin Tian shook his head helplessly.
After a while, I looked up at the waning moon
"Ji, what is it?..." Qin Tian was a little puzzled, "According to the surface, it means a weapon in the shape of a fight, and it is put away, which means to stop."
"Then, Tianshan... This seems to express a kind of picture, as if it wants to set off a kind of aerial momentum, standing up to the sky, reaching into the sky!" Qin Tian's eyes were bright, and he was thinking about it while walking.
"Controlling the gods Miao Miao, the Emperor of the Holy Source, the art of becoming a psychic, one of the best in ancient times..." Qin Tian did not dare to continue thinking, that spiritual penetration is really powerful, just one person
The word "control" means "god". Qin Tian was very surprised: "Conquer God?"
There was a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth, and he shook his head slightly.
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The deeper the Duanhun Mountain Range goes, the more deserted it becomes. The previous mountain roads still have faint footprints. In the past long years, only a very small number of strong men in the royal city dared to set foot here.
"Shh!" The little guy gestured on Qin Tian's back, and his whole body gradually began to tremble slightly. His little hands tightly tightened around Qin Tian's neck, and his whole head was pressed against Qin Tian's back, guiding with his two little fingers.
direction
"Have we finally arrived?" Qin Tian murmured, after climbing over mountains and ridges, passing through marshes, sand mire, and hundreds of miles of thorny jungle, sometimes he even had to hold his breath and lie on the ground.
Under such difficult circumstances, Qin Tian and the others finally stepped out of the jungle and came to a land covered by huge trees. Qin Tian looked at the stars in the night sky and said, "Is it time yet?"
The vines and trees here are strange. Qin Tian looked at the Qihua Yaocao on the ground with the thought of treasure hunting, but suddenly found that... he didn't recognize these...
The little guy kept shivering behind his back, and Qin Tian gradually felt something was wrong. At the same time, he was glad that it was night... The snoring sounds of many giant beasts came out, and a few shadows passed over his head, except for a few
Dawson's cold whistling sound made the dark night seem a bit chilly and scary.
Qin Tian gritted his teeth and wiped cold sweat secretly. His heart felt a little hairy. He gritted his teeth and continued to move forward regardless of the trembling little prince.
"Southwest, north...east..." Qin Tian stretched out his palm to feel the airflow trajectory.
"Little brat...which direction are you going?" Qin Tian didn't care and said softly.
The weak and soft voice keeps echoing in this primeval forest... echoing...
Looking at the little guy's hatred, Qin Tian touched the back of his head and pointed weakly forward?
The little guy raised his head, rolled his eyes, looked at Qin Tian's evil eyes, trembled immediately, and nodded innocently.
...
"There's movement!" Qin Tian's eyes condensed. Although it was dark night, a warrior's soul perception was very strong. Coupled with Qin Tian's unique airflow sensing, he was really at home in the dark night.
Following the path of the airflow, the pungent smell of blood entered his nostrils. Qin Tian took steps cautiously, crouched down, put down the little guy, and gestured to the little prince...
...
The little guy rolled his eyes and whispered into Qin Tian's ear: "The front...is the most dangerous place...even Grandpa Ghost can't suppress it."
Qin Tian frowned slightly and insisted that he must pay attention. This is the only way to explore the tomb. Even if there is some ferocious beast ahead, he must force his way through!
Half an hour later, the little guy pinched the muscles on Qin Tian's back with his small hands, pointed to a pool of blood in front of him with his little finger, and then rolled his eyes and shook his chubby body, faintly about to faint.
potential
Qin Tian smiled evilly and put his palms into his clothes. The little guy immediately became energetic. His two big eyes flickered, his small mouth pouted, and he looked at Qin Tian pitifully.
"Little brat..." Qin Tian was secretly amused. Only now did he realize that this place is so far away from the previous area. This guy can jump through such a long virgin forest alone, and he is still pretending to be pitiful here...
...
Slowly approaching the bloodstain, the little prince pulled Qin Tian and signaled him to come down to the ground. Finally he couldn't help but vomited.
Qin Tian also twitched the corner of his mouth. He smelled the pungent odor and held his breath. He felt better just now. He looked at the bloody and bloody residue on the ground, each one with horrible flesh and white bone marrow.
, the terrifying pile of blood was faintly ten meters in length. This guy must have been quite big when he was alive.
Such a terrifying way of eating, leaving only a little residue of blood, what kind of evil beast can be so cruel?
Suddenly, one of the remaining vaginas was slowly squirming. Qin Tian was frightened and stared at it carefully...