The past of the ancient times has passed away with the years, and the dust of history has been buried underground. This is the truest portrayal of the Northern Territory.
As time goes by, the vibrant land has become desolate, and the races of the past have become a cloud of history.
Today, there is only endless emptiness and desolation left in the Northern Territory. Looking around, there is nothing in the boundless land, only monotonous reddish brown.
More than a dozen riders were running fast, Zhang Wuye and his village were two hundred miles away, and at this speed, they could go back before the sun set.
Ye Fan also rode on the same horse, riding side by side with Zhang Wuye, earnestly asking for various secrets about Yuan.
Thousands of years ago, the "Book of Origin" was lost, and many secret methods of finding the source were lost. Zhang Wuye was very sorry, and he sighed when talking about this matter.
Ye Fan was also a little disappointed, it was definitely a wonderful book, he really wanted to get a glimpse of it, to find the dragon vein of the source, to determine the source of the peerless god, this kind of method is shocking.
Once in your hands, you will surely become a guest of honor in the Holy Land. This wonderful book is of inestimable value.
More than a dozen riders ran, leaving behind more than a dozen trails of smoke and dust.
After more than an hour, the horse's speed became slower and slower, but it had only traveled seventy or eighty miles. It was not a fine horse, and its physical strength was average.
"drive!"
Suddenly, seven or eight riders appeared on the horizon, their speed was extremely fast, like a whirlwind, arousing smoke and dust soaring into the sky, and they arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye.
The mounts of these people are not ordinary horses, they are all shiny with scales, tall and tall, and very burly. They are dragon-scaled horses, shaped like horses, covered with green scales, and can travel four or five thousand miles a day without getting tired.
"No, it's a bandit!" Among the dozen or so people, the very clever boy named Wang Shu changed his face.
"Stop it all!" a dark-skinned middle-aged man shouted.
The eight-skinned dragon-scaled horse surrounded Ye Fan and others, and everyone on the mount shouted: "Hand over all the sources you have mined, or this will be your burial place."
Ye Fan has finally personally experienced the complexity of this chaotic land. In broad daylight, bandits are rampant, killing people and stealing goods at every turn.
"My lord, we didn't collect a single source today, and we didn't gain anything." Wang Shu explained with a smile.
"Stop talking nonsense, source collectors like you don't shed tears when you see the coffin, so hurry up and hand it over and let you go, or today will be your memorial day next year." The dark-faced middle-aged man in the middle scolded.
"My lord, we really have nothing to gain. If you don't believe me, you can search your body as much as you want, and we won't have any resistance." Zhang Wuye cupped his hands.
Ye Fan patted Zhang Wuye on the shoulder, telling him not to worry, but to look at these people.
"Stay here, old man!" A rogue stepped forward and stared at Ye Fan, feeling that there seemed to be a source of energy on him.
"You still said that there is no source, this young man with thin skin and tender flesh must have a lot of sources hidden in his body." A bandit swung his horsewhip, whipped it heavily at Ye Fan, and cursed: "How dare you lie in front of us!"
"boom!"
Ye Fan grabbed the whip and said to Zhang Wuye and the others: "Go ahead and wait for me."
"Little bastard, who do you think a source picker dares to do?" The rogue looked around and said, "I see whoever of you dares to leave, just wait here obediently!"
"thump!"
Ye Fan tore him off the dragon-scaled horse, but he didn't kill him. He had a lot to ask these rogues.
Seeing this, Zhang Wuye and others rushed to the distance without stopping.
The leader of the bandits, who plundered all day long, naturally saw that something was wrong, so he directly abandoned the dragon-scaled horse and jumped into the sky, wanting to escape.
"You still want to leave?" Ye Fan snapped his fingers, and the wind of eight fingers, like eight hammers, hit their bodies, and the eight of them fell to the ground immediately.
The rogues headed by them were just monks in the realm of Fate Spring. To Ye Fan, they were vulnerable. These people were all pale, knowing that they had hit the iron plate.
"Whether you are rogues or not, the weight on your body is less than half a catty." Ye Fan was quite dissatisfied, and said: "Tell me in detail, what gangs of rogues are nearby."
Half a quarter of an hour later, Ye Fan led eight dragon-scaled horses to catch up with Zhang Wuye and the others, and asked, "Will bringing these dragon-scaled horses back bring you trouble?"
More than a dozen young and middle-aged men were very jealous, but Zhang Wuye shook his head and said: "Let them fend for themselves, only rogues can ride them. If there are these strange beasts in our village, they will be too eye-catching."
"The gangsters are rampant, don't the sects here care?" Ye Fan asked.
"How to manage, the rogues are like locusts, one batch after another, there is no way to control it."
"It's almost as long as they don't join bandits, but I heard that many sects support bandits and plunder secretly."
Ye Fan further learned that the chaos and bloodshed in the Northern Territory is simply a sinful paradise.
"It's no wonder that monks from other regions want to take risks in the Northern Territory. There is no law here. As long as you have the strength, you can be the emperor in one side."
Ye Fan felt that this suits him very well, so there is no need to worry about Yuan.
Before sunset, I finally finished traveling more than 200 miles.
In front, there is a stockade made of stones, but there are only a few dozen households, and the total number of people is no more than two hundred.
When he came close, Ye Fan found that the folk customs were really tough. No matter men, women, old or young, all the villagers were holding sharp knives. Seeing that it was Zhang Wuye and others who came back, he let out a sigh of relief and put down the sharp knives.
"Big Beard Chen is here again. He said that there are still five days left, and if we can't hand over the source, we will destroy our entire village."
The villagers were frowning and sighed.
"The other teams that went out also failed to gain anything and returned without success."
"These sources have been over-extracted in recent years, and the sources in the nearby areas have been exhausted. How can they be collected in a short time."
Ye Fan lived there. Most of the northern regions were stone houses, but his residence was clean and tidied up carefully.
That night, Mr. Zhang Wuye and others warmly entertained him, and specially killed a sheep. The people sat around the fire and roasted the golden and shiny whole sheep. drink wine.
Most of the men in the Northern Territory are rough, even gangster-like, and drinking is a must. Ye Fan eats to his heart's content. He has always fled these days. This feeling makes him very relaxed.
During the dinner, he asked Mr. Zhang Wu some place names and asked where they were.
Mr. Zhang Wu asked someone to bring a cowhide map and showed him one by one, all within a radius of a hundred miles. This is the stronghold he learned from several rogues.
Now, Ye Fan urgently needs the source to improve his strength, so he took action that night, rushing to attack three rogue strongholds one after another.
The result disappointed him greatly. There were no more than a dozen people in each den of thieves, and a total of more than two catties were found in the three places.
"It's not enough for me, I need to find a thieves to do it." Up to now, Ye Fan misses the source area of the Wave Light Holy Land very much. It is really a treasure land, and the outside area is very barren, and there is no way to compare with it.
This stone village is located in an oasis with a radius of more than ten miles, and there is a lonely mountain on the horizon, which is several thousand meters high.
There is no soil, no vegetation, it is completely a rocky mountain.
In the early morning, the sun is shining, and the huge stone mountain gives people a very solemn feeling.
When Ye Fan walked out of the stone house, he happened to see Zhang Wuye bowing to the mountain against the morning glow, which made him feel quite strange.
The young man named Er Lengzi explained honestly: "The first thing Zhang Wuye does every day is to worship that mountain."
Ye Fan's heart moved, that mountain was probably not simple, and there might be hidden secrets.
At this moment, Zhang Wuye came over, didn't explain anything, just called him to have breakfast.
"I'm a fool, let me ask you, what's so weird about that mountain?" Ye Fan asked when there was no one around.
"I don't know, Mr. Zhang Wu didn't let us get close, saying that it was an ominous place." The second fool shook his head.
After breakfast and dinner, Ye Fan started to walk, like a wisp of smoke, and arrived in front of the big mountain in a short time.
Its whole body is purple-brown, as if polished from dull purple gold, thick and congealed, with a height of four thousand meters, it is very steep, and ordinary people cannot climb it at all.
Ye Fan was surprised to find that there were many knife marks and holes on it, which were almost weathered and obliterated. Only by carefully identifying them can they be seen clearly.
He tried to scratch his finger on the stone wall, and found that it was very hard, comparable to refined iron, and this purple rock was very special.
Ye Fan suddenly took a deep breath. Such a hard mountain has already been weathered into this state. When did the traces of knives and axes leave on it? Immeasurable!
He slowly flew up into the air, more and more surprised. Not only were there knife marks on the stone wall at the foot of the mountain, but also the hole marks left by the weapon were all over the mountain, all the way to the mountainside.
Halfway up the mountain, the purple mountain stood up and down, like a big sword, piercing into the sky, majestic.
Ye Fan was surprised to find that in addition to the traces left by various weapons, there were also many palm prints and finger holes, which were almost weathered, blurred and vaguely discernible.
"This must be a trace left by the ancient times, otherwise such a hard purple stone, the hole marks on it would not be nearly obliterated."
After Ye Fan flew to the top of the mountain, he looked into the distance and found a mountain in every direction.
"There are nine mountains in total, which are barely visible on the very distant horizon, and this purple mountain seems to be in the center."
Ye Fan didn't have much research on the landforms of mountains and rivers, so he couldn't find anything special, so he only focused on this purple mountain in the end.
The top of the mountain is bare and there is nothing, and the morning glow is falling, making the whole mountain even more majestic.
"There is nothing special about it. Could it be that there is a source inside?" Ye Fan sacrificed the golden book and chopped it on the open mountain top.
Zishan is very hard, especially the top of the mountain, but it was still cut open by the golden book, sparks shot out, and the rocks pierced through the sky. After a while, a big resistance appeared on the top of the mountain.
Ye Fan frowned, but found nothing abnormal, this is not the kind of stone that wraps the source at all, it should not come from the source.
In the end, he returned to Shizhai without success.
On the second day, he woke up early and watched from a distance. Sure enough, the first thing Zhang Wuye did after he left the house was to worship the mountain.
During breakfast, he couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Old man, is that mountain special? Why do you have to bow down every day?"
Zhang Wuye looked fixed, then sighed, and said: "It is an ominous place, you must not go there, my ancestors once said that in the entire northern region, no one can provoke it."
"Provoke..." Ye Fan was even more surprised, and asked, "What on earth is there in that purple mountain?"
"I don't know what there is, I only know that it is an ominous place."
Ye Fan didn't ask anything, wandered around in the cottage, and then found the second fool, and asked again, but he couldn't explain why he came.
The very clever young man Wang Shu happened to pass by and had a good impression of Ye Fan. Knowing that he stayed to help the village, he said, "I know something. One time, Zhang Wuye cried bitterly when he was drunk, saying that it was an ominous place. The land is related to some ancient emperor."
Ye Fan was shocked at the time. Since ancient times, how many great emperors have emerged in the entire Eastern Wasteland? !
However, there are only a few people, and they rule the world, shaking the past and shining today, and almost no one can surpass their achievements.
The several terrifying extreme weapons in Donghuang were all made by those people, and other people couldn't make sacrifices at all.
At this moment, Ye Fan felt his blood boiling, and almost shouted, is it related to the ancient emperor? He thought of many things at once.