Bitter and cold, high cold are unique characteristics of the North.

Whether it is bitter, high or cold, it may not be anything else to separate them. If the three are combined, then that is not the case.

The plants and trees are depressed and the cold wind is constantly changing. As the four seasons alternate, everything here is not as obvious as Dongsheng, only desolation and bitter cold.

There are many monks in Dongsheng. Just as the kingdom of God, they are building a country with monks to build a city and protect one side, but this is not the case in the north.

The original smell is retained here, and this breath that emits from the land under your feet can be felt. A different breath is mixed into your nose, making Mu Ming frown slightly.

Then, Mu Ming stopped and looked into the distance. There were some black buildings there, which seemed to be a tribe. You could vaguely hear the voices of people and the roar of livestock.

More than ten days have passed. Mu Ming left the place he had been away and walked eastward, trying to get closer to Dongsheng. However, this is just a luxury, this is Mu Ming's inner feeling.

Zang Mou was completely gone, and I don’t know where he went, but Mu Ming knew that Zang Mou should not have died yet. He had a wish and his obsession remained unchanged.

At this time, the sky was getting darker and the colder became stronger. Even if Mu Ming was a monk, he would not dare to use his cultivation. The essence here was extremely scarce, and Mu Ming's breathing began to calm down.

After closing his eyes and sensing it for a moment, Mu Ming whispered: "It's true!"

Since the body was forged by the power of two mountain gods, Mu Ming also had similar powers in his body, and he could vaguely feel some strange auras, such as the mountain god, which was surrounded by the power of sacrifice.

But what surprised Mu Ming was that the mountain god here seemed to have only the peak of the Yuanling Realm, and it was still sleepy, as if he had been seriously injured.

Time flows slowly, and some torches in the distant tribes are lit one after another. The flames are constantly swaying in the cold wind, as if they can be extinguished at any time.

At this time, some women and children in the tribe will appear soon, and then throw some firewood into the stone basin to prevent the flames from extinguishing.

Some patrolmen appeared. They were wearing animal skins, but they were extremely broken, and seemed to have just experienced a fight.

At this time, a mysterious light curtain appeared above the tribe, and runes came out with mysterious aura, as if guarding it.

Mu Ming looked at the tribe in the distance quietly and said it was a tribe, but in fact it was not much different from Kimura, and even the number of people was smaller.

Some beast shadows appeared and walked towards the village, without any hidden smell. Some eyes appeared from the village, staring at those beast shadows, which were different.

But in the end the beast shadows retreated because of the light curtain.

A very similar scene is similar to Kimura's daily rhythm, but it is different. It is full of vigilance. The light curtain appears by no means accidental, because it can only be formed by consuming the power of the mountain god. The mountain god should be seriously injured and in danger. Now that he is so willing to sacrifice his life, he is probably worried about a great enemy invasion.

However, what made Mu Ming strange was that the overnight pass and the enemy did not appear, so Mu Ming couldn't help but wonder if he guessed wrongly.

Mu Ming himself sat in the distance for a night. The reason why Mu Ming dared to do this was because Zang Mou seemed to have cleared out the powerful wild beasts for Mu Ming when he left. This was also because Mu Ming was able to stay safe after more than ten days.

The sky gradually became clear, but the sun was not seen in the sky because the clouds above the head were too deep.

A feeling of depression enveloped my heart and also covered the entire village.

At some point, the light curtain disappeared, but at this moment, a shrill roar came from the village in the distance, and a moment later, a bloody smell came out, accompanied by the cold wind, and there was a pungent smell, which was very strange.

At this time, there were also scriptures that were only recited, but they were not heard in detail. However, the wood name heard some taste, which was the sound of sacrifice.

But soon, the sound of the sacrifice disappeared, and then cheers appeared in the tribe.

When I saw the tribe, Mu Ming planned to learn about it, but hesitated at this time.

However, at this moment, the gate of the tribe in the distance suddenly opened, and then dozens of warriors appeared. They were carrying a murderous aura. Although most of their cultivation was in the Spirit Transformation Realm, they had a murderous aura.

And an old monk also appeared. He patrolled for a moment and finally whispered toward the place where Mu Ming was: "Shuoshan is the only one who can do it!"

However, no one responded, the old monk couldn't help but frowned, but said, "Shuoshan is so powerful that he can't help but sing!"

However, there was no reaction, but at this moment a voice came from his ear, and he continued to say, "Fellow Taoist, since you are here, why not show up? Please tell me!"

He spoke the common language in this world, but it felt awkward. However, as soon as he finished speaking, Mu Ming's figure appeared, as if it appeared out of thin air. The monks suddenly showed vigilance.

However, Mu Ming just bowed afar, without any intention of moving forward, and his cultivation level was scattered.

After a little sensing, the soldiers couldn't help but relax their vigilance, but only showed a strange look through their eyes, because Mu Ming was wearing a red robe, which looked extremely eye-catching in the dark world.

Mu Ming was calm and bowed again, saying, "I'm upset! I have no intention of offending!"

The old man heard this and looked surprised, then returned the gift and said, "My mountain god is welcome!"

Mu Ming hesitated for a moment, then nodded silently, and then walked slowly. At this time, the weapons in the monks' hands could not help but hold them tightly, but Mu Ming looked at the old monk with a calm expression on his face, and judged that this person's identity should be the clan leader, but his cultivation level was only in the Spirit Transformation Realm, and his aura was a little dispersed. If he was not mistaken, this person's lifespan should be short.

The old monk also looked at Mu Ming. For some reason, just now he felt that the boy in red in front of him seemed to have seen through some of his cultivation, and his eyes were filled with regret. However, what he cared about was the aura on this person, which made people feel like a spring breeze, and his vitality had fluctuated slightly. Seeing this, his vigilance relaxed a little.

His cultivation level may not be worth mentioning, but after all, he has lived for many years, and some things may naturally be judged in his eyes.

With a wave of his hand, the soldiers on both sides retreated one after another, but they were still wary, but they seemed to be afraid of the old monks and did not dare to hesitate immediately.

Mu Ming was surprised and said, "I'm upset!"

The old monk shook his head, said nothing, but made a gesture, and then led the way in front of him. Mu Ming did not say much, and followed the man into the tribe's gate.

After entering the village, I felt that there was a little more vitality here. Rows of stone-stacked houses were distributed, which seemed extremely orderly, which was somewhat unexpected.

However, what Mu Ming cares about was the eyes of the figures poking out from the house. They were all curious at this moment, but more were alert. Seeing this, Mu Ming affirmed what he was thinking.

They protected the child behind them and nodded to the old monk from time to time, and the old monk nodded silently to respond.

The old man turned around from time to time, and saw Mu Ming's subtle expression, he had some thoughts in his mind.

But at this moment, the two of them came to a stone statue. The old man bowed and Mu Ming silently clasped his fists, and then looked at the stone statue.

This stone statue is not a human body, but a big dog. It is just that there are some slender marks on the surface of the stone statue, like a scar, and the color of the stone statue is very dim, just like the colors of the surrounding houses, and even more dim.

At this moment, a trace of light appeared in the eyes of the stone statue, and the whole stone statue began to move as if it was coming alive. The monks of the tribe who stopped in the distance also knelt on the ground, except for the old monks and wooden names standing.

Mu Ming looked back and was a little uncomfortable with the scene, but he just watched quietly.

"I divined a divination and calculated a trace of cause and effect."

When Mu Ming heard people's words, he couldn't help but turn around, but saw that the big dog was alive. It was a big gray dog, but his eyes were filled with heavy fatigue. However, Mu Ming was a little confused by one sentence.

After seeing Mu Ming, he was only surprised but had no other expression. The big dog slowly moved his body. He was ten feet tall and had been crawling on the ground before, so he didn't feel tall. But when he stood up, Mu Ming couldn't help but raise his head.

But the big dog ignored it and said to the crowd kneeling on the ground in the distance: "Disast!"

After saying that, he ignored the eyes of the crowd and said to the old monk: "You can arrange it. You can give me whatever you need, although there is not much."

After saying that, the big dog crawled on the ground again, and then turned into a stone statue.

"Senior?" Mu Ming was stunned, and then looked at the old monk, but the old monk was used to it. He shook his head and signaled Mu Ming to leave with him.

Mu Ming was confused, but at this time he felt that those people were much less vigilant.

The old monk brought Mu Ming to a stone house and said, "You rest first, I'll come later!"

After saying that, he made a gesture to Mu Ming and left, ignoring Mu Ming's confusing gaze. Mu Ming wanted to ask something, but suddenly, the eyes that looked at him disappeared, including those children.

A strange feeling enveloped my heart, but there was no answer, and all Mu Ming could do was wait.

But at this time, the villagers in the tribe followed the old monks away. There were only some children and some soldiers in the village, but the soldiers were patrolling, and the children were secretly watching here. Of course, their figures were all in their own stone houses.
Chapter completed!