"Sir, we've searched everywhere, but we can't find him!"
"Could it be that he has really escaped without a trace? There's actually such a mystical ability? "
"The disciples of the Saint are indeed not to be underestimated."
For some reason, the two Daira cultivators felt a sense of desolation. However, their emotions only lasted for a moment. They immediately ordered their men to "plough" the area again.
More than a hundred figures once again flew towards the east and west sides of the array formation. Another wave of attacks was launched.
As for the little earthworm that was pretending to be dead, it slowly wriggled in the mud and aimed at the crack in the stone two inches away …
Every time a divine sense swept past that place, the earthworm would stop and play the role of a "dead" earthworm.
Finally, after much difficulty, the earthworm crawled to the side of the stone crack.
Coincidentally, a strong gust of wind blew past, and the earthworm rolled into the stone crack. The entire process was seamless and did not attract any attention.
After entering the stone crack, he suddenly felt that the divine senses had disappeared. Yang Jian immediately used his divine senses to investigate his surroundings.
This investigation gave him a fright. His divine senses spread out, but as long as they touched the black rock, they would disappear without a trace like clay oxen entering the sea.
"The place where your mother is imprisoned is formed by the fragment of Mount Buzhou …"
The fake Taibai Jinxing's words were still ringing in his ears. Yang Jian muttered to himself and made some calculations in his heart.
Could this lonely mountain, which stood in the center of the North Continent like a stone monument, really be formed by the fragment of Mount Buzhou?
Yang Jian was worried and happy at the same time. He was worried about the current situation and the unknown path ahead. He was happy that Mount Buzhou was originally the spine of the Great God Pangu. He might be able to obtain some opportunities here.
Forget it. No matter what, since he could not retreat, he could only enter the mountain to take a look.
More than ten people had flown out of this stone mountain previously. Later, those people had entered to move the array flags. There must be some creation in this stone mountain.
The black rock blocked off his divine senses. Yang Jian mustered his courage and unleashed a wisp of the Xuan Gang. However, the Xuan Gang collided with the rock and only scraped off some stone chips.
It's so hard …
Then how did he get in and out?
Yang Jian recalled carefully. When the fake Taibai Jinxing condensed into a blood cloud and shouted, those people seemed to have flown out of the mountain peak. There was a cave there.
"If we climb to the peak from here, we will definitely be discovered."
Yang Jian pondered for a while, and an idea flashed in his mind. The Xuan Gang was changed into the shape of a small drill, and there were many spirals on it, driving the Xuan Gang to rotate …
"Ha!" Yang Jian almost laughed out loud. The black rock in front of him had been penetrated by the Xuan Gang's drill like tofu!
Yang Jian didn't dare to stay any longer. He urged the Xuan Gang to speed up the rotation of the drill, and the earthworm quickly drilled into the mountain …
Outside the black mountain, the group of immortals had already bombarded the area within a 500-kilometer radius three times!
Not to mention digging three feet into the ground, even digging three thousand feet into the ground would be enough. The bitterly cold land in the central region of the North Continent had also been forcefully changed.
The only thing that didn't change was the stone mountain.
However, these fellows who were chasing after Yang Jian had originally set up a killing array in the space within the stone mountain. It was a place to kill Yang Jian. In their hearts, they felt that it was the least possible place for Yang Jian to hide.
Moreover, they had been staring at the entrance of the stone mountain. Not even a mosquito had flown in!
However, Yang Jian had made a small hole in the crack of the stone. He did not go through the main door and forced his way into the black mountain.
The earthworm that Yang Jian had transformed into moved forward for an unknown number of feet. Suddenly, there was nothing in front of him.
He reacted quickly. As he retracted the Xuan Gang's drill, the earthworm's body immediately lay motionless in the small hole. He focused his divine senses and did not probe further.
He carefully sensed that there was nothing in front of him. There was the sound of splashing water, and the fragrance of vegetation wafted in the air.
Yang Jian boldly released his divine senses to take a look and immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
He saw the situation in front of him — the hollowed out mountain was only a few hundred feet in radius. In the middle of the hollowed out mountain, there was a small thatched hut. Around the hut was a fence, and around the fence was a gurgling stream.
Although the scene was ordinary, there was a simple and unadorned aura lingering around it. Obviously, it had existed for many years and was not damaged.
However, Yang Jian did not find any traces of a formation around the thatched cottage. Divine senses could travel unimpeded in the mountain, but if it encountered the mountain wall, it would disappear like a clay ox entering the sea.
"Strange, didn't those people find this place?"
Yang Jian crawled out of the crack. Wrapped by the Xuanqi Gang, he finally returned to his human form.
With the help of an unknown light, Yang Jian looked up and found a thick layer of stone wall at a height of three hundred feet, which cut off the space inside the mountain.
"I see." He heaved a sigh of relief and sat down beside the smooth stone wall.
At this moment, Yang Jian just wanted to laugh a few times and pinched the bead sealed by the Xuanqi Xuan Gang in his fingertips.
Just as he was about to use his magic to interrogate them, he suddenly felt something in his heart and looked up at the hut.
It seemed that something was attracting the Eight Nine Mysteries in his body … And this feeling, in Yang Jian's memory, was only once.
The land where the Magi died, the blood of the Battle Magi!
But now that his magic had been pushed to the fifth level, the blood of the Battle Magi could not arouse such a desire! It was at least the blood of a Senior Magus!
"Is my luck really so good?"
For a moment, Yang Jian could not believe it.
The theory of luck was confusing. He had always heard people say that he had great luck, but luck could not be seen or touched, so he had never cared about it.
Thinking that his skills might just be because of good luck, Yang Jian also smiled bitterly.
He first resisted the desire in his heart, and slowly checked the stone wall above him. When he was sure that the stone wall was airtight, and there was no place that could be penetrated by divine sense, he then walked towards the hut.
Who had built a hut and lived here? Why would there be treasures related to the Witch Blood left behind?
Yang Jian did not dare to be careless, and carefully checked the surroundings of the hut. He found that there was not the slightest fluctuation of elemental energy, and there was no trace of a formation.
Outside the fence, the ground was flat black stone slabs, and inside the fence, the ground was covered with inch-tall grass.
Yang Jian gently pushed open the courtyard door, and tried to step into the courtyard. When his foot landed, there was nothing strange.
His foot seemed to have stepped through a thin layer of membrane, and he felt some warmth inside.
"Is anyone there?" Yang Jian shouted at the hut, but naturally, there was no response.
He walked into the fence, and a warm breath greeted him. The inside of the fence seemed to have become a world of its own, with a gentle breeze and a winding path.
Yang Jian walked to the door of the hut and said, "Excuse me." He gently pushed open the door, and a spotless hut appeared in front of him.
There was a wooden bed, a wooden table, a rattan chair, a bookshelf, and a stove outside.
The bookshelf was empty, and it was obvious that the books had been taken away by the owner when he left. However, there were two scrolls and a small wooden box on the table. Yang Jian stared at the box, and he could not take his eyes off it …
Suddenly, there was a gentle breeze, and a scroll flew up and slowly unfolded in front of Yang Jian.
"Left for future generations."
When he saw these four words, Yang Jian's heart finally relaxed …
Fortunately, this senior did not leave behind any formation. He only left behind blessings for future generations.
What happened to this senior?
Did he fall in the myriad of calamities? Or did he move to another place to live in seclusion?
The scroll contained a piece of primeval history, the origin of the North Continent, and the meaning of the existence of this place … At the end of the scroll, there was an elegant signature.
Carefree Sanren.
That was the Daoist name of that senior … However, the words carefree and unfettered were not commonly used in recent times.
Yang Jian held the scroll with both hands and read it carefully from the beginning.
"In the past, there was Zu Wu Gonggong. He was provoked by the demons and fought with Zu Wu Zhurong on Mount Buzhou. After both sides were injured, they were besieged by the demons. In a rage, Gonggong touched Mount Buzhou with his head, broke the Heavenly Pillar, and destroyed the Demon Court. However, he caused a huge disaster, causing a huge hole in the sky, and the water of the Heavenly River to pour down. The earth turned into a vast ocean, and all living beings were plunged into misery and suffering …"
Yang Jian naturally knew about this story, although what he knew was slightly different from what was recorded here.
Thinking about it, Carefree Sanren should have lived in seclusion here after the Great Magi-Demon War …
He walked to the table and finally could not help but touch the box. The scroll also mentioned what kind of treasure it was. Yang Jian felt a little complicated.
The blood of Zu Wu Gonggong!
Although it was not the essence blood of Zu Wu, nor was it the blood of the heart, it was the blood of Zu Wu. It was also the main reason why Carefree Sanren lived in seclusion in this stone tablet mountain.
Gonggong's head touched Mount Buzhou and died. His blood dyed Mount Buzhou for many years and did not disperse. It was collected by various Divine Abilities.
Only this fragment of Mount Buzhou, which was placed in the North Continent to suppress the miasma, still had a little bit of Gonggong's blood left.
After Carefree Sanren discovered this place, it took him a long time to condense three drops of Gonggong's blood.
Carefree Sanren took away two drops of True Blood that contained the Great Dao of Water and left this drop of Gonggong's blood that was useless to him and could only be used by Wu people to strengthen their bodies. It could be considered a blessing for those who found this place in the future.
"The magnanimity of the ancient cultivators is truly admirable."
Yang Jian slowly sat on the rattan chair and opened the wooden box with his finger. A blue ripple spread out from the straw hut and spread into the distance …
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