From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Qinglu Town.

Half a month later, someone showed up and almost attracted a crowd of onlookers.

Heavy rain fell in the southern part of Guiyu Valley, and Baojing Mountain was shining brightly. This kind of phenomenon usually means the birth of a treasure.

The "Picture of the Rain Goddess" was restless in the paradise. The Three Mountains and Nine Marquis Mirror in the Baojing Mountain was the most critical starting point of her lineage. Once she missed it, she would definitely miss a lot of opportunities in the future.

Before Jiang Yuan left the city, the leader of the Pi Ma Sect, Zhu Quan, came over with an old man with a red nose. The latter seemed to want to say something but hesitated.

Zhu Quan smiled and said, "This is the second-in-command, the elder of the Yin-Yang family. He has recently figured out something. You are going to have a catastrophe. The genius swordsman from the Golden Crow Palace has left his home mountain a while ago. I said I would help you deal with this matter, so you should not go out recently. It's not about who is stronger or weaker among the swordsmen of the same realm, but it's better to have less trouble than more."

Jiang Yuan waved his hand and replied, "Don't bother. The opportunity corresponding to the Goddess of Rain is at Baojing Mountain."

Zhu Quan suddenly realized, and continued: "I need to stay in Qinglu Town. After all, you have pissed off Gao Cheng. If something goes wrong, retreat to a place within a ten-mile radius of the town so that I can sense it."

Jiang Yuan nodded, turned and left the city.

Behind him was a swordsman leading a yellow dog.

After the two men and the dog left, Zhu Quan frowned slightly for some reason, and then sent a message to the top of the mountain using her flying sword. This kind of intuition had helped her many times in the past, and it was a mysterious method for cultivators to get directly to their true nature.

There are huts of all sizes scattered all over the place where the Ghost Valley borders the outside world. Each hut has a cushion provided for monks who practice special methods to absorb pure Yin energy. The Pi Ma Sect uses this to exchange for immortal money, which is considered a good way to make money. There are many white bones of people who died in the battle in this ghost place. The selling price varies depending on their rank. Because the Pi Ma Sect never stops them, the profession of bone picker has been derived, most of whom are ordinary monks who have failed to enter the middle five realms.

Baojing Mountain is located in the southern part of Qinglu Town. Due to the sudden appearance of strange phenomena in heaven and earth, many wild cultivators rushed there to try their luck.

Jiang Yuan had no intention of conflicting with this group of guys, so he flew over on his sword. The sword servant followed closely behind him on the yellow dog. The latter did not bother to resist at all. He was now reduced to a small demon in the third realm, but he felt at ease. Even if the sky fell, the future Lord of Soldiers and Lord of the Moon would hold it up.

The mountains are endless, with thirty-six peaks surrounding the central mountain, and a clear stream meandering through the mountains.

The originally colorful clouds in the sky became dark and deep after venting the divine will, and heavy rain fell to the ground. The yellow dog scratched his head and found something wrong, but he could still notice it from the current scene. There was no reason for him to ignore it, so he just continued to be his treasure-eating dog.

After landing and climbing the mountain, they walked a few dozen steps and saw two corpses. One old man had most of his head broken off, with a hole the size of a bowl exposed in his heart. The young girl had a hairpin in her hand and stabbed it deeply into her neck, as if she would rather die than obey. Her eyes were particularly angry after death.

A Longmen Realm Imperial Master and a fifth-level Qigong practitioner girl.

Jiang Yuan looked normal, and the yellow dog felt nothing either. They took the initiative to enter the Ghost Valley, and there was nothing to say about their own life and death.

The sword servant could not bear it any longer and destroyed the girl's body. Her magic weapon and clothes were long gone.

At the top of Baojing Mountain, thick fog descends and turns into the source of a winding stream.

The yellow dog looked around and suddenly turned back. As expected, he found a pair of fox father and daughter on the route from Qinglu Town to Baojing Mountain. "Brother Jiang, if we follow the story behind the Goddess of Rain, that cute fox girl is a chance called the fox marrying a daughter. She has been waiting for two or three hundred years in this place and will fall in love with you at first sight. After the fox girl is moved, her divine will will gather in her eyes. As long as you are ruthless and peel it off and cut off the relationship that entangles your heart, you can open Baojing Mountain and take away the... Oh, it's a Three Mountains and Nine Marquises Mirror."

Jiang Yuan was too lazy to answer, what he wanted was the entire Ghost Valley.

The top of the mountain was quite flat. On the rock at the edge of the cliff, an old Jindan from the Yunxiao Palace in the central part of Uttarakuru sat alone, with a young man serving him beside him.

The Yang family of Yunxiao Palace has been waiting for the opportunity in Baojing Mountain since hundreds of years ago. In history, the Ghost City Lord who made a big fuss about this mountain was instructed by the Yang family behind the scenes. Two natural Tao seeds were born in this generation of the Yang family. The elder brother was free by nature, which gradually made the elders lose patience, and the younger brother, who was favored by the family, gained more and more support.

The Yang family had served as prime ministers for generations during the Dayuan Dynasty in the central and northern parts of the country, and their foundation was so strong that it was almost a clan.

"Old senior, someone is here to steal the treasure." The young man said with a wry smile, and at the same time, he looked at someone with eyes full of jealousy. Recently, the portrait of that person has been circulated all over the mountain.

The old Jindan laughed and said, "Little beast, don't confuse me with you. Your little sister is the child bride chosen by your father. If you follow the plan, you can become a Taoist couple in the mountains in 20 to 30 years. But you used me to kill the old man who thought he was unfaithful, but you didn't expect that they were a father and daughter. Not only did you make things worse, but you also lost a relationship in vain. I am not worthy of being called a senior. The fact that he became a Taoist couple with the goddess is not a reason for you to be jealous."

Old Jindan told the whole story, then stood up and bowed to someone.

"You are truly a swordsman. This fellow's father was a Nascent Soul elder who was hiding in plain sight. You can do whatever you want with him. However, the Yang family has been waiting for hundreds of years here. I am thick-skinned, and as a worshiper, I dare not not do my best. I wonder if you can help me. When Young Master Yang comes over in a few years, I will definitely treat you to a drink of fine wine."

Several seconds passed and Old Jindan still hadn't received an answer. He was hesitating whether to use his natal flying sword. When he turned around, he saw that the young man had already turned to ashes. His face was filled with horror.

"Whether to escape or not is up to you." Jiang Yuan said calmly.

On the west side of Baojing Mountain, there was a young man climbing the mountain with a sword, walking with a warrior.

On the east side, a Taoist in purple robe stands with his hands behind his back, holding up an exquisite pagoda, looking like a god.

On the south side, a golden statue of a mountain god several dozen feet tall appeared, with two heads and four arms, holding swords, spears, and halberds.

Further to the north, the young Confucian scholar and Gao Cheng stood side by side. The former held an ancient scroll that integrated heaven and earth, but the actual scroll was hanging high in the sky, almost covering the entire Ghost Valley. In the palm of the latter, a miniature city was quietly rotating, ready to launch a thundering attack at any time.

Liu Zhiqing of the Jinwu Palace walked to the top of the mountain and apologized, "I have figured out what happened. It started because my nephew's son had evil intentions. It wouldn't have gotten to this point, but they held the Jinwu Palace hostage, so I will use all my strength to attack with the sword. Please run if you can."

"I just want the bamboo sheath. Are you selling it to me?" Ma Yuxian asked.

"Even if your master saw me, he wouldn't dare to speak like that." Jiang Yuan said calmly.

Ma Yaoxian grinned, "If a sword cultivator really has a bad temper, he is courting death."

(End of this chapter)