Chapter 488 I Have a Premonition of Everything

(Hello Huang Agou, I still use this chapter name. I originally wanted to call this chapter: Let's listen to the meowing of cats... The sound of firecrackers came from outside the window, reminding me that Chinese New Year is coming, ah, it's a holiday, it's so comfortable, I'm looking forward to it.)

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Three hundred and thirty years ago, a battle between human practitioners and high-level creatures of the Snow Country took place in the Lanling Snowfield.

Since then, there has been no real war in the practice world.

The battles between those sects and the fight between good and evil can only be counted as battles, and the scale and intensity of the Battle of Yuntai are far from enough.

But there will inevitably be a real war between Qingshan Sect and Xihai Sword Sect.

Since it is a war, it is natural to carry out comprehensive preparations and pre-war analysis.

If it is said that the Xihai Sword Sect regards the sword god as the leader, the real killer is Nan Chao.

In fact, Qingshanzong has been studying this first sword escaper for many years.

On the basis of hundreds of years of research, they tried to determine the method of closing the atmosphere in the south and avoiding the Great Formation of Green Mountain.

Jing Jiu's giant friend had been in contact with the fog on the fog island in the South China Sea, and confirmed that the fog is a natural wonder on the island, and it will gradually dissipate if it is too far away from the island.

Therefore, South Trend is definitely not using this method.

Through extremely complex and careful deduction and calculation of Nan Chi's background, previous skills, and temperament and wisdom, Shiyue Peak exhausted the two elders, and the Qingshan Sect finally came to a conclusion with a reliability rate of more than 90%-Nan Chi used the Manbu's mountain god's soul restraining method to refine himself into a living corpse.

The living corpse has no vitality at all, so it can avoid the search of the Qingshan formation.

When needed, Nan Chi will wake up, and at the most critical moment, before the Qingshan formation is activated, he will send a fatal blow to Liu Ci or Yuan Qijing.

Nan Wang was from the Nanman tribe, so he was familiar with these witchcrafts, so Liu Ci suggested that Jing Jiu take her with him.

She was a little displeased, and whispered: "Since you know he is in the coffin, why don't you use this clue to investigate?"

Jing Jiu said, "There are too many coffins, it's impossible to find out."

Nan Wang was stunned. He didn't understand why there were so many coffin-carrying cars. Could it be that many people died every day?

Looking at her expression, Jing Jiu sighed inwardly.

He and Liu Ci were like this at the beginning, and they didn't understand why so many people died every day.

It wasn't until the shutter-rollers sent the data that they knew that Chaotian Continent had an average of more than 10 million people die every year, and the area they wanted to investigate had more than 3 million people. This also means that 10,000 coffins are opened and closed every day in the place they want to check.

In fact, this is common sense, but the lifespan of practitioners is too long to think of this at all.

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Nan Wang and Jing Jiu left Lushan, headed west, and came to the big mountain hundreds of miles away from Yizhou.

It was already summer at this time, and instead of feeling cool and cool in the mountains, it was even more sweltering. In addition, there was no spiritual vein, so it was no wonder that there were so few people.

The eminent monk of Baotong Temple entertained two distinguished guests with the extremely precious red cabbage moss preserved since spring, but there was no clue.

When leaving the monastery, Jing Jiu made a special trip to look around the vegetable garden, but found nothing.

The white cat squatted on his shoulder, and suddenly meowed towards the northeast sky.

Without hesitation, Nan Wang got up with his sword and flew towards that side.

Jing Jiu followed suit, but he had a very bad premonition.

Walking with a white cat is not for safety, but for smell. The whole Qingshan said that the nose is good, except for the dead dog.

In the mountains full of miasma and full of wild trees, but still feel desolate, there are no roads and no traces of people.

The white cat squatted on his shoulder, raised its head and kept sniffing, meowing softly from time to time.

Listening to the meowing of the cat, Jing Jiu and Nan Wang kept changing directions and gradually went deeper into the mountain.

As dusk came, the white cat yawned, shook its head, tried to wake itself up, and then meowed to remind them that they should still be ahead.

Nan Wang felt that its tiger-headed and tiger-headed appearance was much cuter than the previous fierce appearance, so he reached out to pet its head.

How could the white cat let her hand fall on him, opened the small mouth of the blood bowl, revealing small fangs sharper than flying swords, growled low, and wanted to bite down.

At this moment, its expression suddenly changed, and it crawled off Jing Jiu's shoulder at an extremely fast speed, got into his sleeve, and refused to come out again.

Nan Wang looked at Jing Jiu's slightly trembling sleeves and remained silent.

Jing Jiu looked towards the mountains ahead with an extremely dignified expression.

found it.

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Deep in the mountains, there is an old road buried by weeds.

At the end of the old road there is a dilapidated small temple with a lantern hanging in front of the temple.

There is a black coffin in the ruined temple.

A young girl came out of the temple, wearing a short skirt and silver bells all over her body, but there was no sound when she walked.

The girl lit the lantern outside the temple, and the red light illuminated the ruined temple, just as night was approaching.

On a certain cliff more than ten miles away, Jing Jiu looked away and looked towards Nan Wang.

That girl is very similar to Nan Wang.

"In order to clean up the influence of the descendants of Nanchong, I let the clan kill many people, but some escaped."

Nan Wang looked at the girl walking back to the temple, and said expressionlessly, "She should be called Nan Zheng."

After saying this, she took out a jug out of nowhere and started to drink.

Drinking is not because of emotion when seeing Nanzheng, but because of fear.

Nan Ke should be lying in that black coffin.

She is the Peak Master Qingrong of the Green Mountain Sect, a true powerhouse who breaks through the sea realm, but what is she in the eyes of the other party?

Jing Jiu looked at her and said, "You should drink less wine and practice swords more."

Nan Wang's talent and understanding are very good. If he is willing to spend more time on drinking, singing, sad spring, and sad autumn, he will have already reached the peak of breaking the sea.

Both he and Liu Ci thought that Nan Wang was the most likely candidate after Fang Jingtian to reach the sky, but now she has been passed by Guangyuan Zhenren, which is of course a pity in his opinion.

Nan Wang wondered if this guy was so frightened and confused by the black coffin, how dare he speak to himself in such a tone.

Jing Jiu was also a little surprised that she didn't ask himself if she wanted to die. Guessing that she was very nervous at this moment, he pointed to the ruined temple in the distance and said, "Who is the statue in the temple?"

This ruined temple is obviously the standard of the temple of the Nanman tribe, but the statue in the temple is not like that of Nanwang, it is obviously much taller, and the paint on the face has already been mottled and peeled off, but it still gives people a cold and murderous feeling.

Nan Wang said, "It should be Nan Chi himself."

Eight hundred years ago, Nan Chi was the true god of the Nanman tribe, and his realm and status were worthy of him.

It's just that as he was forced into Wudao by the Qingshan Sword Formation, he has long been forgotten by most of the tribal people as time goes by.

This ruined temple is most likely his last temple.

Thinking of this possibility, Nan Wang raised the jug again and took a big gulp of wine.

Jing Jiu felt the trembling in his sleeves, and knew that Ada was still afraid, so he touched it through the clothes to express comfort, and then said to Nan Wang, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"You are not your master, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Nan Wang wiped off the drink from the corner of his lips, and said expressionlessly: "Keep this place safe, I'll notify the head."

Jing Jiu said "I'll come" and sat down cross-legged.

Frightened by something, the white cat got out of his sleeve, climbed onto his shoulder, stretched out its paws and hugged his neck tightly.

The sleeves moved without any wind, and a sword bracelet fell off Jing Jiu's wrist. When the wind came, it dissipated and turned back into the body of Furth Sword. It turned into a thread of blood and disappeared in the last twilight.

Nan Wang looked at the blood line that was gradually disappearing, and felt so strange.

At the sword test meeting that year, she and the other Zhufeng elders saw Jing Jiu's innate invisible sword body with their own eyes, and they were sure that this was an unborn swordsman.

But how old is this guy, and he has only practiced swords for a few years, how can he be able to swim with swords? And isn't Fu Sijian the sword that Jingyang left for Zhao Layue? Why can you use it too?

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The night shrouded wild mountains and ruined temples, and the red lantern became more and more eye-catching.

The black coffin just lay quietly in the temple like that, giving people a strange and terrifying feeling.

Between the cliffs more than ten miles away, Nan Wang and the white cat stared at the ruined temple without looking away.

They stood and lay down, blending in with the surrounding autumn trees and grass.

A long night passed.

The morning glow reflects the red sky.

Jing Jiu opened his eyes.

The sword game was over, but Fu Sijian did not come back.

Nan Wang knew very well how fast Fursijian was, and he couldn't figure it out at all.

Knowing that Nanchong is here, the Qingshan Sect should attack with all their strength, why didn't even a bit of news come back?

Jing Jiu got up and looked at the ruined temple in the morning light, and said, "I told them Nan Chi is here, but I didn't let them come."

It is true that Nan Trend used the mountain god's method of restraining the soul to turn himself into a dead body in a coffin, but it was definitely not that.

The corpse in the black coffin didn't have any breath, just like a real corpse, but Jing Jiu always felt that there was something missing from that corpse.

The somewhat eerie red lantern made him think of a certain possibility.

Red lanterns are used to summon souls.

Nan trend's soul gone?

The soul of the orthodox Xuanmen cultivator is the Yuanying, and the soul of the sword cultivator is the sword spirit. Now the Chaotian Continent is more accustomed to calling it the sword ghost.

This habit originated from the Ghost Sword Dao of Nanchong back then.

The dead body in the black coffin has lost its soul, which means that the sword ghost of Nan Chi is not there.

Any other cultivator would definitely think that if the sword ghost is not around, that means real death, even if that person is Nan Chi.

But Jing Jiu knew that the sword ghost could survive alone under certain special circumstances.

He believed that if an old guy like Nan Chi died, the whole world would definitely be shaken, and he would definitely not be so silent.

The sword ghost from Nanchong must still be alive, but he doesn't know where he went.

Jing Jiu didn't let Liu Ci and Yuan Qijing come over because he was worried that the sword ghost from Nanchong had gone to the West Sea.

If that's the case, Qingshan must put all his strength into the West Sea, so that there will be no accidents.

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Nan Wang couldn't understand why the senior brother and lawyer brother Jian should listen to Jing Jiu's opinion.

What if Nan Chi wakes up from the coffin?

She looked at the ruined temple in silence, her face pale.

Lord White Ghost is the guardian of the Qingshan Mountain and a master in the early stage of reaching the sky, but even if he joins hands with her, he cannot be the enemy of Nan Chi.

At this moment, the girl walked out of the ruined temple and blew out the red lantern.

"According to my calculations, the body in the coffin will not wake up, so we are safe."

Jing Jiu said, "We only need to destroy the lantern and the corpse in the coffin when necessary."

The white cat meowed pitifully, thinking that I would not dare to do such a thing.

Nan Wang snorted coldly and said, "If you want to come, you come."

Thinking about that bad premonition, Jing Jiu said, "It makes sense, you guys go first, I'll wait here."