Traveling north for three thousand miles is the Burying River.

Hundreds of years ago, there were many sects and families on the territory of Jiuzhou, but they were never unified. There were often disputes and frictions among the sects, and several sects who were impenetrable by greed and anger were able to use the power of the entire sect to throw their disciples into the flesh and blood mills until the death of the sect was destroyed.

The flesh and blood were piled up like mountains, which gave rise to the burial river, which was terrifying.

Hundreds of years have changed like an arrow, and the Burying Guchuan is no longer the terrifying name that still smells the fishy and sweet blood a hundred miles away. Ninety-nine percent of the young people in the Jiuzhou Immortal Cultivation World can only see some of the past of Burying Guchuan in the classics or rumors that it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. They only know that there are countless treasures, but they are hard to know that there are dangers.

There are many people entering Sichuan, and few people leaving Sichuan.

Chang Xi, who climbed the sky with one sword, swayed on the sea of ​​clouds with the wind. The long sword under her feet dragged a golden and blue rainbow across the sky. The terrifying speed of escape made ordinary Jindan cultivators far beyond the reach of the world. Only the Shenjun Ying'er, who was leisurely beside her black fox fur, could walk alongside her master effortlessly without any trouble.

Chang Xi cleared away the clouds and mist in front of him, and the mountains, rivers and gullies that had more than a thousand miles were like a hideous giant beast that had chosen people to lie on the territory of Huizhou. The colorful poisonous miasma above the Burying River was gradually dissipating, and he couldn't help but sigh that the River Map was really amazing.

"Aying, just circle the warning above the Burying River. If someone wants to hit you, be careful if you can beat you. If you can't beat you, come to me if you can. Do you know?"

Chang Xi touched the golden eagle that was soaring beside him. Ah Ying picked up a bloody pill in his palm and took it. His little eyes narrowed into a slit. After a cry, the eagle flew into the clouds above the Bone Burying River.

Chang Xi's sword slowly fell down, and this was a market ten miles away from Burying Guchuan.

Most of the sects and sects in the market are free of sects, and there are also some disciples of sects who go out to experience and find opportunities. The Burying Bone River is famous for its reputation, and its output is varied and difficult to distinguish between true and false. The market here provides them with a place for mutual trading.

Most of the markets are bartered, and they can easily leave their hands to rest. Some people have made a fortune with their skillful eyesight and courage, and naturally some have a fledgling young man who thinks he has found a pearl of dust and even made him look like his pants.

After years of success, Chuan Gufang City has become an ordinary village. In recent days, poisonous miasma has gradually dissipated. Whether it is a casual cultivator or a disciple of the sect, everyone has the idea of ​​going to Sichuan to find treasures and getting rich overnight, which has brought about a revitalization in the past. The streets of Fangshizhong are well planned, and the shops on both sides are lined up in a simple style, with bargaining sounds in the ears.

Seeing a shop specializing in the topographic map of the Bones and Rivers, a wooden sign in front of the shop was polished brightly, and the words "old brand" were drawn with pretentious vermilion and red paint, Chang Xi sighed and walked into the store.

"What do you need for this senior? Our store is a time-honored brand specializing in the Burying River map in the market. No one dares to rank first in this store. The product is real and honest. Can you please give me one?"

The fat shopkeeper who was bored and turned his two copper balls in his palms was lit up when he saw that a business came to his door. After experiencing the ups and downs of the business, he has developed a vicious ability to identify people. Judging from the makeup of this senior, he looks different from an ordinary person. He probably sneered at the sarcasm of others wearing swords. However, the sword slung around his waist made him tremble all over his body, so how could he dare to neglect the sarcasm at all?

Chang Xi did not respond and picked up a pampered paper tied with a red rope in front of the stall and spread it out. There was a rough topographic map of the Burying Bone River on it.

Chang Xi frowned and said, "Why use sheepskin instead of jade slips?"

The fat shopkeeper wiped the sweat beads on his head and smiled bitterly: "Using jade slips is too expensive. The business we do is mostly small profit but quick turnover. If you really want to use jade slips to copy the map, you will lose your old capital."

Chang Xi is also a person who lives a hard life. He expressed his understanding and continued to look at the map.

The fat shopkeeper Luo Changxi stood beside him, looking at the black fox fur in front of him that was worth more than a thousand gold. He was a little anxious. Why didn’t he pay for it?

Chang Xi pondered for a long time.

Although the map of Burying the Bones in Chengfu Library is a little more detailed than the one in front of him, it is only a slight difference. When he came on the head of the dragon in the sky, he could see that there were many situations in Burying the Bones in the Burying the Bones, and his eyes were hard to reach the point where the clouds were under. There was no need to think about it and it was a dangerous place below.

Both maps were very secretive about those situations, and the only words were just dry and unnutritious warnings.

The agave that likes to be yin and damp blooms as soon as it blooms in 50 years, and the mother plant dies when it blooms. It is very likely that it will grow in the danger covered by black clouds. Cheng Yao's life is entirely dependent on this agave.

Chang Xi sighed inwardly that if he was in Qingyun Mountain, he would probably have to go to the Tibetan Temple for one stick of incense to lift up all the old foundation of the Burying River. Unfortunately, he is now 108,000 miles away from home, so he can only polish the smart fat shopkeeper again.

Chang Xi raised his eyebrows and turned around and said, "The shopkeeper has been making a living in this market for a long time. It is impossible for these ordinary people to support the storefront, right?"

The fat shopkeeper gritted his teeth and said, "There are naturally higher-grade maps in the store, but the price is far from comparable to these ordinary maps."

The man in the black fox fur said, "Just take it out."

The fat shopkeeper solemnly took out a pampered scroll from his arms and handed it to Chang Xi. When Chang Xi took it, he was surprised.

This topographic map is indeed not comparable to the usual goods before. The entire buried river seemed to be within reach in front of you. The details were marked even in the height of mountains and rivers and the depth of the gullies. There were many labels and descriptions of the dangers covered by black clouds. Chang Xi knew that just these inconspicuous fly-headed seal scripts marked on the side might save his life inadvertently.

Chang Xi was very satisfied. The fat shopkeeper changed his previous cowardly appearance and demanded a thousand spirit stones with a firm determination. The various depictions on the sheepskin scroll are more detailed than the marching maps in the secular world. It takes not only time and energy to draw the entire terrain map of the Burying River, but also money and life.

One thousand spirit stones are not expensive.

Chang Xi finished all the money and goods. Since he had detailed guidance, he pondered for a long time and suppressed his own realm in the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm and headed straight to the Burying River.

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Burying the Bone River, Burying the Soul Ridge.

Two ghostly figures appeared quietly on the scarlet and blood-red rocks. On their faces, a graceful woman with hideous clan patterns painted on her face held a ghost sail, barefoot in the center of the formation portrayed on the rocks. The mountain wind blew away most of the fallen leaves and dust covering the formation, revealing complex and clear patterns.

The magic sound in the graceful woman's mouth started, and bunches of scarlet flags on the soul-guiding banner fluttered with the gust of cold wind, and the same scarlet bells hanging under the banner swayed with strange sounds.

The formation was filled with red light, and suddenly shone and then suddenly dimmed. The formation patterns engraved on the rocks were cracked in an instant, and the entire bone-burning river seemed to shake slightly, and the formation quickly broke into ordinary stones.

"Is the seal lifted?"

The man next to the slender woman, who was also ferocious and terrifying on his face, asked in a deep voice.

The banner on the soul-guiding banner returned to calm, and the graceful woman said calmly: "There are six seals in total, this is just the third one."

The hideous man frowned, his face twisted together like an evil ghost, and said in a bad tone: "Once the thing born from the burial bones is released, are you and me too risky?"

The clan pattern could not hide the unique charm between her eyebrows and eyes. The graceful woman who entered the Tao clearly saw more transparently than the men beside her. She said slowly: "The senior brothers and sisters have been in a state of great anxiety recently, and their mood is even worse. If we shirk responsibility, the outcome will not be so good."

The ferocious man picked up his arms and said, "After all, the Ten Thousand Demons have died in the Nascent Soul Realm major cultivator. Qingyun Mountain is not that easy to chew on bones."

The ferocious man touched his head again and said depressedly: "That is, our Wu Shen Valley is not hard, otherwise who would be willing to get involved in the rogue demons, wouldn't it be a good thing to make you feel uncomfortable."

The man didn't care whether she was listening or not, just burying his head and hunched his head. The woman who listened with her ears but remained silent suddenly looked into the distance. The man couldn't help but look in the direction she looked, but there was nothing, and he said in confusion: "Bi Luo, what's wrong?"

The tribe patterns on the surface of the green snail are twisting like living creatures, and strange brilliance gradually emerges in the eyes.
Chapter completed!