The Buried Sand Forest covers a very wide area and is located between Chouzhou and the extreme north.
Countless tall trees grow on this land, swarming in groups, covering the sky and the sun. Walking in it, you can't see a trace of the sky at all. There is only one kind of tree that can grow here, and it is called Lihenmu.
The root of Lihen wood and the yellow sand, one hundred meters up from the ground, are all bare tree trunks, vast and vigorous, and the bark is old. Live in the sun and the moon.
The Buried Sand Forest is an important place for the human race. Every year, great powers from the Tribulation Period or even the Mahayana Period come here to investigate whether the conditions of the Buried Sand Forest are normal. Because this forest blocks the sand blowing from the extreme north, Lihenmu can also absorb the nutrients in the sand and stone to allow itself to prosper.
Here, each tree is very close to the tree of hate, almost less than three meters, and you can see another tree of hate tree.
Walking in such a place, Luo Jianqing's speed could not help but slow down a lot, but there is not much danger here, but Lihenmu itself is a kind of monster that can deceive people. As long as a monk who is not determined to enter it, it is possible to be attracted by its fragrance, fall into an illusion, and eventually indulge in it.
A tree of hate can only cause confusion to mortals for a moment, and the effect is not outstanding. But what about the thousands of Lihenwood? What about the Lihenwood that formed an entire forest
That can deceive the true heart of the cultivator!
"I heard Yuqingzi's uncle said, Master, when you came to the extreme north, you were only at the golden stage." Luo Jianqing said as he quickly shuttled through the buried sand forest, "At that time, you passed through this forest. Did you notice anything unusual?"
Even if the cultivation base was temporarily suppressed, Luo Jianqing's realm and will was not affected at all. He didn't feel any abnormality in this sand-buried forest. His nose seemed to smell some light fragrance, but it was just a smell, and it didn't let him enter the illusion.
Xuan Lingzi was naturally more calm, he said calmly: "At that time, the teacher heard the roar of the monster."
Luo gradually became interested: "What voice?"
Xuan Lingzi said: "At first, a monster was roaring at the teacher. I didn't see the real body, but I could hear the sound. The teacher ignored it and continued to move forward. Later, there were more and more monsters, and it was about to be When they left the Buried Sand Forest, that monster had already formed an army of a thousand people... but it was only limited to the sound."
Luo Jianqing smiled and said: "If you are a little scared, I'm afraid those voices will turn into real objects."
Xuan Lingzi was noncommittal.
The two walked for ten days and ten nights in the Buried Sand Forest.
Along the way, I also encountered monks who flew from other towns to the extreme north. The lowest cultivation base was also in the Yuan Ying period. As soon as the two sides met, the other party immediately looked at Luo Jianqing and Xuan Lingzi vigilantly, and then left cautiously.
The once-in-a-ten-year superstorm in the extreme north has temporarily disappeared, and there are naturally many monks who come to the extreme north to find opportunities. Luo Jianqing didn't care too much about these people, because he didn't want to compete with these people for the opportunities that could be seen everywhere. His goal was very clear: to obtain the relics of senior Mo Qing and give them to Mo Qiu.
Half a year ago, Luo Jianqing asked the Buddha to send a message to Mo Qiu, saying that he would send something to Mo Qiu in a year, so that Mo Qiu would not run around, or give him a way to contact him at that time. .
The relics of senior Mo Qing belonged to the abandoned family of the Mo family. Now the most outstanding clan in that lineage is Mo Qiu, so Luo Jianqing will give this thing to Mo Qiu, and after the two meet, they will go to the cold desert wasteland together to meet Mo Qiu's clan.
With Xuan Lingzi there, Luo Jianqing believed that it would be no problem to protect himself in the extreme north, so he didn't want Mo Qiu to come here specially. What's more, this was the first time he and his master went out to practice together, so he didn't want to be disturbed.
After passing through the buried sand forest, what you see is an extremely desolate scene!
If it is said that the land of Chizhou is yellow and withered, the green is scarce; the sand-buried forest is full of yellow sand, which is dry and bleak. Then in the extreme north, the dry land can be seen everywhere! Cobweb-like ravines fill this area, and when you walk on it, your shoes will make a "crunching" sound together with the yellow sand.
Here, it is one of the four dangerous places in the thirty-six states!
This is the far north!
In the last life, because of Taihualing, Luo Jianqing hid everywhere, and entered the extreme north with no choice. At that time, when he first saw such a dangerous and desolate place, he was also shocked, but now it seems that there is only a kind of helplessness and bitterness quietly wandering in his heart.
His two junior brothers died in the extreme north.
Not because of the extreme north wind, but because of being innocently implicated by Li Xiuchen.
Seemingly aware of his disciple's depressed mood, Xuan Lingzi gently took Luo Jianqing's hand and said, "Since you have entered the extreme north, there is no need to suppress your cultivation as a teacher. But Here, gradually Qing, being a teacher will not help you a single point. You can be considered a teacher and not exist, this is a kind of experience for you.”
Luo Jianqing naturally understood what Xuan Lingzi meant: "Okay."
With Luo Jianqing's current out-of-body cultivation level, in the outside world, although it can be regarded as a strong man, but in the extreme north, it can only be regarded as an upper-middle level. Those who dare to come to the extreme north must be high-level cultivators who are confident in their own strength. It is not strange to encounter a cultivator here.
Next, the two officially entered the extreme north.
As soon as he set foot on this land, a gentle wind blew towards Luo Jianqing. The wind seems to be soft, so light that it has no strength, but Luo Jianqing narrowed his eyes and waited vigilantly for it to blow over.
The breeze blows, and the hair is broken!
Luo Jianqing said: "It is worthy of being the gang wind in the extreme north. Even though the most terrifying storm period has passed, it is still so powerful."
Xuan Lingzi lowered his eyes and said, "Don't be careless."
Luo Jianqing chuckled and said, "Of course I understand."
Luo Jianqing immediately placed a layer of enchantment around himself to block the weakened Gang Wind. The two of them went all the way, from the exit of the Buried Sand Forest all the way to the northwest. They didn't see any monks on the road, but the countless winds were blowing wildly towards the two of them.
Xuan Lingzi was dressed in white, indifferent and calm, these winds could not get close to his body at all, and would be annihilated at a distance of four or five meters. But he didn't help Luo Jianqing.
The less gang wind is not a threat to Luo Jianqing, but once, there were more than a dozen strong gang winds blowing towards Luo Jianqing from different directions, making him take it with a little difficulty, the blue sleeves It was also torn apart by the gang wind.
Xuan Lingzi looked at this scene coldly, a hint of distress flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say a word.
The two continued to fly forward, and finally saw a middle-aged cultivator in black. The cultivator watched in horror as they flew in the air.
This is just a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul, naturally he didn't dare to do anything to Luo Jianqing and the others, but he shouted: "Two fellow Daoists, it is very dangerous to fly in the sky in the extreme north! You might as well come down. , and walk slowly with the next, so that it is safe!"
The air is where these Gangwinds mainly attack, the middle-aged monk said it right.
However, when he said this sentence, Luo Jianqing and the two had already flown far away, and it was too late to answer him.
The middle-aged cultivator pouted and said angrily: "At first glance, I know that they are two big children who are pampered and do not know the hardships of the world. It is estimated that they heard the name of the extreme north, and ran over to have a look. How do they know that the turbulent wind in the air is the most terrifying. Since they want to die, then let me die. I will walk in the direction they are heading, maybe I can see their bodies, and then... make a little fortune !"
Thinking of this, the middle-aged monk quickened his pace and hurried forward.
Luo Jianqing didn't know what the monk was thinking, he and Xuan Lingzi rushed forward all the way. All the way to see are barren mountains and ravines, not even a drop of water. The mountains are not high, they are similar to the plains, and they are all very desolate and desolate; the ravines are deep and shallow, the shallow ones are only a foot or two, and the deep ones are hundreds of feet!
If a monk with a lower cultivation base falls into it, I am afraid that even how to get up is a problem.
"There are only four very dangerous places in the extreme north. Master, we will encounter three along the way." Luo Jianqing had already prepared and said: "We should soon encounter the yin and zealous streams. There are bottomless caves, all on our way. And the place I want to find is near Fengshenhai."
Xuan Lingzi nodded: "Everything is up to you."
Luo gradually raised the corners of his lips, and said again: "Aren't you afraid that I will take you to some bad place?"
Xuan Lingzi raised his eyes to look at him, with a smile in his eyes, and asked, "You will deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?"
Luo Jianqing said: "If you sell your master, there will definitely be a big price."
Seeing his disciple acting like a rogue, Xuan Lingzi was not as easily angered as before. He glanced at Luo Jianqing lightly, and pretended that he didn't hear anything, except that the tip of his ear couldn't help turning a little red, there was really no change.
Of course Luo Jianqing also knew that the point of molesting was to stop. He casually opened the topic: "But this time we can bypass the dry mountain. It is very dangerous. It is rumored that even the monks of the Mahayana period will be buried in it. Master, have you been there?"
Xuan Lingzi said: "When I came to the extreme north, I was a teacher, but I didn't cultivate at the Jindan stage, and I never went in. Do you want to go?"
Luo Jianqing shook his head: "It's naturally good not to go."
Compared to the seemingly terrifying names like Yin Zejian, Bottomless Cave, and Fengshenhai, Dry Mountain seems to be very ordinary. However, in fact, no cultivator in the world dares to treat it as an ordinary mountain range, and no cultivator dares to ignore its danger.
Dry Mountain is located in the center of the entire extreme north. It is well known to the world that the gang winds in the extreme north are blown out from the Fengshen Sea. This dry mountain is located in the extreme north, which is similar to the plain. It seems to be just an ordinary, slightly higher mountain range, and there is nothing else unusual.
Until, 5,000 years ago, a Mahayana elder of the Divine Sword Sect entered it, and then... failed to come out.
Before dying, the great master anxiously left a sentence, which was transmitted to his birthstone, and he only said: "The dry mountain cannot be entered!"
In just five words, this seemingly inconspicuous dry mountain has become the most terrifying place in the extreme north.
No one knows where the danger of Dry Mountain is, but every cultivator who wants to go in and challenge has never come out. The monks in the Mahayana period are naturally not stupid enough to go in and experience, but the horror of the dry mountain has already become a myth, which makes the monks all over the world terrified.
The Dry Mountain is a tall and rugged mountain range. It originates from a short peak in the southwest of the extreme north, and ends at the dry mountain in the northeast. It obliquely blocks in the middle of the extreme north, dividing the extreme north into two halves. The dry mountain is majestic, reaching a height of 10,000 zhang. There is a strong miasma that permeates the surroundings all year round. Not to mention the internal situation. Two hundred meters away, even spiritual consciousness is blocked by the miasma and cannot be explored.
This time, Luo Jianqing entered from the southern part of the extreme northern land. It is reasonable to say that he should cross the dry mountain before going to the northwest. However, he can take a short detour, stay away from the dry mountains, and also stay away from the dry mountains, pass through the yinzejian and the bottomless cave, and come to the place that he remembered in his previous life.
Without further ado, Luo Jianqing and Xuan Lingzi flew away quickly.
After flying for only half a day, I heard the sound of rushing water gradually coming. But after a long time, the gloomy aura was besieged from all directions, and there were more and more monks around. The sky became gloomy from ten miles away, dark clouds were covered, and even the soil turned into a cold and humid dark black.
Luo Jianqing turned his head and looked at Xuan Lingzi, who nodded lightly at him. Luo Jianqing thought for a while, then flew down from the air and stepped on the soft and fluffy ground. As he said before, Xuan Lingzi flew down behind Luo Jianqing.
As soon as the two flew down, the cultivators who had long gone to the Yin Zejian looked at them vigilantly. Dozens of high-level cultivators walked forward without saying a word. They approached the safest danger in the extreme north, Yin Zejian, step by step. They all came to find opportunities!