"Hanzhao?" The fat man was very curious, "Is it a more powerful zombie than the boneless zombie we encountered before?"
"Yes," Nan Feng nodded, "but Zhang Luoyun only relies on corpse poison to extend his life. He is not a zombie, and he has to turn into a bone. Okay, you go back, we are leaving."
Although the fat man was curious, he was not allowed to continue to follow. He could only nod goodbye to Nan Feng and Yuan An Ning like everyone else.
Miaojiang was not far from the Orc Valley where Hua Qier was, so Nanfeng chose the Orc Valley as the place to teleport.
Due to the previous battle with the Queen Mother of the West, the Orc Valley has now been reduced to ruins, with the cold wind howling and autumn leaves falling, creating a dilapidated and desolate scene.
Seeing Nan Feng in a daze, Yuan An Ning guessed that he was emotionally moved by the scene and reached out to shake his hand, expressing silent relief.
The south wind felt it, turned around and smiled, and turned into auspicious clouds, supporting Yuan Anning to lift off the ground, and the two of them rode the auspicious clouds to the northwest.
"After all these days of running around, have you gained anything?" Yuan Anning asked softly.
"It's okay." Nanfeng said casually, then asked, "How is the presumption of the laws of the three realms?"
"It went very smoothly. It has taken shape now, but there are still some details that need to be considered." Yuan Anning replied.
"Thank you for your hard work," Nanfeng said.
Yuan Anning smiled and waved, "What kind of existence is the Millennium Drought Demon you are talking about?"
"To put it bluntly, Hanbao is a zombie that has become a spirit," Nanfeng explained. "The cultivation level is similar to that of an earth immortal. He no longer looks like a zombie. He can take the form of a human and is no different from a human being. The clues I have at the moment are all provided by others. The person who provided this clue was a monk from the southern country. In his early years, this man traveled around with his master. By chance, he discovered the drought demon from a village in the Miao border. The village was not big, with only a few hundred people. That Drought Demon is the clan leader of that village. According to the wandering monk, that Drought Demon has never killed anyone and harmed the world. Instead, it has been guarding its own people for thousands of years and is very popular among them. Respected and loved.”
Hearing Nanfeng's words, Yuan Anning was greatly surprised. She had been bitten by a zombie before. In her impression, zombies were mentally ill, bloodthirsty and easy to kill. As Nanfeng said, this situation was extremely rare.
He had doubts in his mind, so he asked, "What does the drought demon feed on?"
"Although Drought Demon is different from ordinary zombies, it still has a blood-sucking nature," Nanfeng said. "It still makes a living by sucking blood. On weekdays, her tribe will take the initiative to slit her wrists to bleed and donate food."
"She?" Yuan Anning asked. At this time, he and she were pronounced differently.
"That Hanbao is a woman. Miao territory is different from China. Most of them are matrilineal ethnic groups, and most of the clan leaders are women." Nanfeng said.
Yuan Anning is not a fat person and rarely takes the initiative to ask questions, because she knows that if Nanfeng wants to say something, she does not need to wait for her to ask.
Sure enough, after a brief pause, Nanfeng said again, "The monk who provided the clues was named Yun Zhong. In his thirties, he followed his master to that mountain village more than ten years ago. He has not been there since, and it has been many years. I don’t know if the drought demon is still there.”
After Nanfeng finished speaking, Yuan Anning nodded slowly. She knew the details of the bet between Nanfeng and Daluo Jinxian. Compared with Daluo Jinxian, it was more difficult for Nanfeng to choose people to participate in the war. The people chosen by Daluo Jinxian were more difficult for Nanfeng. Even if they win, they will not be promoted to Daluo, but will only receive other rewards besides Daluo Jinxian. Therefore, when selecting people, Daluo Jinxian only needs to select those with strong spells and superb skills to participate in the battle. As for their moral character, Just get by.
But Nanfeng failed. Once the person he selected to participate in the battle won, he would directly be promoted to the position of Daluo Jinxian. Therefore, when selecting people, he needed to take into account both force and character. This invisibly increased the difficulty for him. It's okay to say that there are aliens, and there are many people with pure and good character. However, it is extremely difficult for ghosts and ghost objects, because such Yin-type existences often have feminine and evil characters.
She and Zhuge Chanjuan came up with the idea of a gambling battle with Daluo Jinxian. To put it bluntly, it was her and Zhuge Chanjuan's idea. At first, they only thought that it was the fairest way to do it, but they ignored the difficulty of doing so. .
Thinking of this, Yuan Anning felt guilty. She tilted her head and looked at Nanfeng. Seeing his calm expression, she felt increasingly uneasy.
Nan Feng was observing the aura from a distance at this time, but he still noticed Yuan An Ning looking at him from the corner of his eye, and also saw the guilt between Yuan An Ning's eyebrows. Guessing what she was thinking, he said with relief, "We have plenty of time. The world is so big, you can always find someone who is suitable for you.”
"You have suffered." Yuan Anning said softly.
"Why bother? If you want to get more, you have to pay more." Nanfeng said casually.
Yuan Anning was puzzled and looked at him doubtfully. Nanfeng said, "I have obtained all nine volumes of heavenly books. In fact, my mission and destination are already very clear."
Yuan Anning seems to understand.
Nanfeng reminded with a smile, "There are only three people who have read the Nine Volumes of Heavenly Book. What kind of existence are they now?"
Yuan Anning understood that only the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty could read the nine volumes of the Heavenly Book. If Nanfeng had read the Heavenly Book, the result would be the same as the Patriarch of the Three Purities. He would understand the past and present life, predict the future events, and become detached and selfless. Existence will turn into an eternal existence. Only when there is life can there be death, only when there is death can there be life, without life can there be no death, without death can there be no life. Only with presence can there be absence, and only with absence can there be presence. It has really arrived. At that time, he will always be there and he will always be absent.
Nanfeng Tengyun moved forward, and at the same time said quietly, "If I read all the nine volumes of the heavenly book, I can accomplish what I want to do with every move of my hands, but the price I pay is to leave you forever and become something you cannot understand. Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, the reason why I have been procrastinating and not comprehending the last piece of the Tortoise Shell Heavenly Book is because I don’t want to leave you. Riding a nine-horse chariot must be easy and comfortable, but I am now an eight-horse chariot, so hard work is naturally inevitable."
Yuan Anning wanted to answer, but she didn't know what to say. In fact, it wasn't just Nanfeng, she was also worried. Nanfeng's mind had greatly improved after comprehending the eight volumes of the Heavenly Book, and he almost lost his confusion, and his mood became calmer. He knows what others are thinking, but it is difficult for others to understand some of his thoughts.
"Is the eight-horse shaft sufficient to carry the load?" Yuan Anning asked softly.
"Do you want to hear the truth?" Nanfeng asked with a smile.
"Say." Yuan Anning said with a trembling voice.
"If eight horses are enough to drive the shaft, there is no need to put the ninth saddle on the carriage. If you put it, it means eight horses are not enough," Nanfeng said with a smile, "I am worried that no matter how hard I try, I will not be able to make it in the end." I can’t escape the influence of God, so I can only try my best, and I can only leave it to God’s fate as to the outcome.”
Yuan Anning smiled back, but deep down she wanted to cry. Sometimes, you may not be able to walk far even if you carry heavy weight, because the deadline has been set, which is the eighth day of the first lunar month of the coming year.
"The aura of the Drought Demon is still there, two hundred miles away." Nanfeng frowned.
Seeing Nanfeng's expression was different, Yuan Anning asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
"In addition to Hanba, there is also the aura of a Daluo Jinxian hidden there," Nanfeng said with a smile, "Interesting, let's meet..."