Chapter 474: Tianhou Mountain Is Closed
The fate of the human race, separation and reunion, involves many factors, such as mountains, rivers, residences, and geographical divisions. Generally speaking, the wild land is a big whole.
The human race living in the barren land, even the small people in the corners, are actually part of this big net.
However, the great luck network formed by all the races in the Wild Continent can actually be regarded as composed of individual parts, such as the Nine Regions of the Wild, and each region can be regarded as a whole of sub-level luck.
Looking at the wilderness, it can be divided into small parts. However, due to the evil infestation in the past, most of the wild south, northern, central, western, and northeastern regions have become wilderness, and there are few large human tribes, especially The northern and western regions are almost returning to their original state.
Therefore, where there are many people, the luck of the gathering of human races will be stronger, such as the wild northwestern region.
But in the past few years, there has been a strange aura in the wilderness of the Northwest Territory. This aura has some origins with the luck of the human race, but it is also obviously different. It blocked the luck of the human race.
"Shenhou doesn't need to worry too much. The so-called planning depends on people and success depends on the sky. It is not certain whose frontier is the frontier."
After a while, Xia Tuo said in a deep voice.
"The powerhouses of the holy land have appeared. They have controlled several Bobu. They should be fighting for luck. You have to be careful."
The old Shenhou made a sound, then shook his head and sighed, "The wind and rain are coming."
"The juniors have written it down."
Xia Tuo nodded. As a god, he obviously couldn't do whatever he wanted, but it was a secret, and the old god didn't seem to want to say more.
The news brought back by Qiao'er was confirmed by the old Shenhou. People from the Holy Land occupy the frontier Bobu, and this is to compete for luck by controlling the Bobu.
"The younger generation is a little puzzled, why don't those people who live in the Holy Land come out of the mountain in person?"
"Luck is invisible, and humanity is boundless. These people have their own thoughts, and none of them really think about the human race, so they dare not show up easily, otherwise the luck of the human race will turn back in the end, and they will be wiped out, and they will not even have a chance to reincarnate."
Speaking of this, the old Shenhou hesitated for a moment, and said aloud: "Next, Tianhou Mountain will be closed for a period of time. Tianhou Mountain has been passed down for thousands of years. It started after the demon chaos. As the master of Tianhou Mountain, the old man needs to keep it. This legacy."
The expression in the old Shenhou's eyes changed,
Even if it is the Lord of Pidi, he cannot cut off the inheritance dispute.
Tianhou Mountain, which started as a monster, has grown to be extremely large now, and he also has descendants of blood living in the mountain. Even if he is a god, he still has concerns.
"Don't worry, Tianhou Mountain sits in the barren Northwest Territory and has resisted the monsters for thousands of years. The name of Tianhou has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Although Tianhou Mountain has not opened up borders and established tribes, it has already been surrounded by the will of the human race. These The Cave Heaven Holy Land does not dare to easily get involved in this karma."
Having said that, the old Shenhou looked at Xia Tuo and asked softly, "What's your plan next."
"I'm going to hold a barter meeting."
Hearing this, the old Shenhou is full of black lines, what time is this, and there is a barter meeting.
"No matter how noisy the people in the Holy Land are, what should the frontier people do? They still hunt at sunrise and rest at sunset, and they still need cultivation resources."
Then, Xia Tuo said aloud: "Big Xia is developing too fast, and its foundation is not solid. Let me see if I can attract some casual practitioners through this barter conference, and then see if I can recruit them. The barter conference is just a cover." .”
Hearing this, the old god Hou nodded.
"However, Daxia is still a little bit too powerful now. Do you want to lend me a helper? I heard that your second disciple is loyal. Let's see if you can come to my Daxia for a while?"
Seeing that Xia Tuo had caught the attention of his disciples, the old Shenhou hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Okay."
His only three remaining direct disciples are all ranked as supernatural powers, but none of them have vainly opened up the land. Seeing that Tianhou Mountain is about to turn green, they did not expect the situation in the northwest to change suddenly.
"Thank you, God."
Saluting to the old God Hou, and being able to abduct a disciple of Shenhou, this trip to Tianhou Mountain is worthwhile.
Not long after Xia Tuo left, the old god marquis summoned his disciples, and the three direct disciples stood in front of him respectfully, saluting the old god marquis.
"Master."
"Sit down."
Hearing this, the three disciples sat cross-legged on the futon in front of Shenhou.
"He'er." The old Shenhou looked at the youngest direct disciple, with a touch of warmth in his eyes.
Don't look at Xiong He who is hundreds of years old now, but when he was taken to Tianhou Mountain by the old Shenhou, he was only a few years old, and then he became a personal disciple step by step.
"Master."
Xiong He responded respectfully.
The old Shenhou knew that his disciple was a little cautious, but he had never made a big mistake, and he had his own strategy in front of big right and wrong.
"You have been on the mountain for a long time. Go down the mountain. The situation in the wilderness is about to change. It is the time when the Xiongbu needs you. Go back and protect your people."
"Master~"
Xiong He wanted to say something, but seeing the look in the old Shenhou's eyes, he stopped his voice.
The eyes of the old Shenhou fell on the second disciple Xun Fenghou. He is the strongest disciple, but unfortunately, if there is no chance, the promotion will stop here.
"Feng Hou, you go to the northern Daxia."
Xun Fenghou showed hesitation and asked: "Master, do you have something to summon Da Xia?"
The old Shenhou shook his head slightly, and then said: "If you go, just stay there. I have been serving as a teacher in the northwest for thousands of years. I have witnessed the rise and fall of the Hou tribe, but I haven't seen through the big Xiabo tribe. Where do you go? Maybe there is your chance."
"yes."
Hearing this, Xun Fenghou nodded.
In the end, the old Shenhou looked at the last disciple, Hong Feng. This disciple has become an idiot in martial arts, and rarely leaves Tianhou Mountain unless there is nothing to do.
"Feng'er just stay by my side."
Not long after, under the urging of the old Shenhou, Xunfenghou and Youxiong He left Tianhou Mountain, one south and one north disappeared at the end of the sky.
"Master."
On the peak in the middle of Tianhou Mountain, the old god Hou stood quietly, with Hong Feng standing behind him.
"I will close the small world later and fall into a deep sleep. After Tianhou Mountain is closed, you will be in charge. Tell everyone in the mountain to practice with peace of mind."
Then, a crystal-clear purple jade tablet appeared in Hong Feng's hand, and he looked at the old Shenhou.
"As a teacher, I don't have much life, and I will sleep in the blood stone coffin to resist the passage of time. As long as there is a crisis in the northwest, I will know if I crush this jade tablet."
"Follow the teacher's orders."
Seeing the old Shenhou walking towards the cave mansion, Hong Feng knelt down on the ground, got up and sat cross-legged outside the cave mansion after a long time, and fell silent.
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In the remote Western Regions, there is a high mountain named Cyanwood Peak, which is tens of thousands of feet high, and fog accumulates on the peak all the year round. It is said that this Cyanwood Peak corresponds to a star in the sky.
There are very few human races living in the frontier and western regions as early as ten thousand years ago, especially after experiencing the demon chaos, they have almost returned to their original state.
The top of Cyanwood Peak pierced through the void like a sword, and cracks opened in the space here, spreading in all directions like spider webs.
At the center of the crack, the void is distorted, always on the verge of collapse and reorganization.
Behind the void is a giant tree growing in the void. The giant tree is rooted in the depths of the void. The huge dragon-like roots are twisted and curved, and the trunks are as huge as mountains.
The giant tree is covered with bright beads, exuding a bluish light, as bright as stars.
One of the ancient and mysterious blue beads filled with green energy manifested a small world.
In the small world, on the top of an ancient mountain, there are green bamboo forests, and a small bamboo garden in the forest has a quiet courtyard. In the garden, an old man walks out of the bamboo house with a hunched back and a bamboo stick in his hand.
The old man was dressed in coarse linen, his white hair was scattered on his shoulders, and in the witch mark between his brows, it seemed that there were flames rising and falling, accumulating energy to destroy the world.
"My lord, Tianhou Mountain in the northwest has been closed, and the god of Tianhou Mountain seems to be very knowledgeable about current affairs. He knows that he is no match for us, so he simply doesn't get involved."
There was a middle-aged warrior standing in the bamboo courtyard, and when he saw the old man coming out, he said softly.
The old man did not make a sound, walked to the bamboo pavilion in the garden and sat down, his eyes showed a look of contemplation, his expression recovered after a while, and he said softly: "Tianhou Mountain has resisted the monster race for thousands of years, and has made great contributions to the human race. Intangible, but real.
If it weren't for Tianhou Mountain's succession from master to apprentice, if the Hou tribe had been established, the Northwest would have been under its control long ago.
It's better for Tianhou Mountain Shenhou to retreat bravely than us to take action, otherwise there will be more variables. "
Regarding the words of the old man, the middle-aged warrior lowered his head. He knew that the old man seemed to be speaking to him, but he didn't dare to talk to him easily.
Moreover, the Frontier Desolation was breached by the Yaozu ten thousand years ago, and their Holy Land was partly credited for it. In this way, the rise of Tianhou Mountain is also somewhat related to their Cave Heaven Holy Land.
In order to inherit luck and good luck, the Holy Land of Dongtian can be said to have been planned for ten thousand years.
"Can you find anything unusual?"
"No."
The middle-aged warrior shook his head, and then he said aloud: "In the northernmost part of the wilderness, there is a new Bobu, which is very interesting. A new system has appeared in this Bobu, which seems to integrate the gang of loose cultivators in the wilderness."
Hearing the words of the middle-aged warrior, the old man showed disdain, and said in a cold tone: "There will always be some poor people who are pretentious in the wasteland, but unfortunately they don't understand at all. Since ancient times, the people who really controlled this ancient wasteland have always been It’s not the Wang Ting, the Great Zhou back then was not good, and the current Great Yin and Great Cang are nothing.”
"Go to Tianhou Mountain again to have a look."
As soon as the voice changed, the old man fell to Tianhou Mountain again.
"yes."
Although the middle-aged warrior didn't understand the old man's words, he didn't dare to disobey them and bowed down to accept his orders.
As if aware of the thoughts in the heart of the middle-aged warrior, the old man gently leaned on the ground with the bamboo stick in his hand, and thunder broke out, causing huge waves in the spiritual world of the middle-aged warrior, and his whole body felt as if he had been struck by thunder.
"I suspect that the appearance of Tianhou Mountain was related to Jimeng Cave."
"Jian Meng Dongtian?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged warrior showed horror in his eyes.
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