Supreme Martial God Art

Chapter 1221 The map of ten thousand beasts, mountains and rivers

Since she is a saint, it proves that she must have a good position in the southern border.

If you can talk to her, that's naturally the best.

At the very least, it's okay to be able to ask about the location of Mobe's pollen.

After thinking about it, he cupped his hands and said: "It turns out that she is the saint of the Southern Border, and I will offend you a lot, but it is impossible for me to leave. You must have heard why I want this magic beard pollen. If not, I will definitely not leave."

"Whatever you want, I've let you go, you can't do anything if you want to kill yourself."

Saying that, the girl turned around and said, "I'm leaving, it's up to you to decide whether to leave or stay."

"Stay back, to be honest, I want to ask the saint, where can I collect this magic beard pollen!"

Seeing that she was leaving, Wu Yun hurriedly asked.

"No comment!"

The Holy Maiden disappeared without looking back.

Wu Yun pursed his lips. He wanted to catch up to stop him, but he just took a step, but stopped in place.

This woman was so powerful that Wu Yun didn't dare to blindly step forward.

At least, so far, Wu Yun has not been able to perceive her exact cultivation level.

I can only feel that she is strong.

And she almost killed Wu Yun just by using the Gu insect technique.

It is absolutely not advisable to force a shot at this moment, and no one knows what other means she has yet to use.

After the girl disappeared, Wu Yun looked around again.

Although there is still no exact location of the Southern Border Clan, it is not without gain.

Since the Southern Border Saintess Association is here, it can at least prove that the Southern Border Clan should be not far away.

After pondering for a while, I saw Wu Yun walking towards the direction that the girl just left.

At the same time, Wu Yun's vigilance has reached the maximum he can do.

The danger of the fog and poison barrier just now is still vivid in my mind.

A little carelessness can lead to nine deaths.

And Wu Yun also knows that this poison barrier is probably just one of the even insignificant traps in this hundred thousand mountains.

Ahead, there must be more traps waiting for him.

If you are not careful, you will be invincible.

Not in the slightest.

The danger of the poison barrier just now was due to carelessness.

If Wu Yun had been more attentive and bypassed the fog, there would be no such matters.

Going in the direction the holy maiden left, at first, Wu Yun could roughly judge her movement.

But soon, the traces of movement disappeared.

For a while, Wu Yun lost his way again.

Looking around, I came to the jungle that covered the sky and the sun again. The light was gloomy, and it was the same everywhere, and there was no way out.

This time, Wu Yun did not walk blindly.

According to his expectations, this place should be near the Nanjiang people.

While it's a good thing, it's also an absolute bad thing.

The good thing is that it doesn't take long for him to find the people of the Southern Borders.

The bad thing is that the closer you get to the Southern Border people.

For self-protection reasons, there will be more and more traps laid by the Southern Border tribe.

If it is the same as before, blindly proceeding without any plan is bound to be inadvisable.

I don't know how to die when I die.

Wu Yun stood there and began to think about countermeasures.

In terms of his own knowledge of Southern Border or these kinds of traps, it is probably unreliable to rely on himself.

And the first thing he thought of was the God of Fortune Clock.

This old guy is unfathomable. If he can come forward to help him perceive the danger, it may be able to play an unexpected role.

It's a pity that, under Wu Yun's question, the God of Fortune also shook his head.

"These traps, such as fog and poison barriers, are not within the scope of cultivation at all. I don't understand it either. You can figure it out yourself."

Seeing that the God of Fortune Clock was unreliable, Wu Yun immediately thought of the Hunyuan Jindan, and even the God of War.

At the beginning, after the battle with the white jade machine, the god of war had been in a state of deep sleep, and it had been several years without any movement.

Could it be because of the god of war that the Hunyuan Jindan shot this time?

But after thinking about it, forget it.

Wushen is not the old spicy bar of Fortune God Bell.

If he helped Wu Yun, he didn't need to speak at all.

If you don't want to help, it's no use talking.

In the end, Wu Yun thought of the beast with ears and nose in the picture of the Myriad Beasts, Mountains and Rivers.

This guy can sense the breath of any martial arts practitioner in a radius of a hundred miles.

I don't know if it can sense the existence of a trap like poison barrier.

With Wu Yun's thoughts, the map of the mountains and rivers of all beasts appeared.

Suspended in the air, the nose-eared beast flew out of it.

Wu Yun probably told it his purpose, but he never thought that this beast with ears and nose could not perceive it at all.

However, it gave Wu Yun very excited news.

According to this beast with ears and ears, it is less than a hundred miles away from this place.

There are a large group of huge human races with different cultivation bases active, and there are many.

At least tens of thousands.

Moreover, it also told Wu Yun the general direction of the human race.

Hearing this, Wu Yun secretly rejoiced, as expected.

This Nanjiang tribe is nearby.

But the so-called far in the horizon, close in front.

Such a short distance, Wu Yun would be able to reach it in less than a quarter of an hour if it was the usual way.

But under the current circumstances, Wu Yun was not even sure to move forward.

Again, the closer the distance, the more traps.

Moreover, there will be more Southern Border clansmen patrolling.

This short half-quarter-hour journey was also full of crisis for Wu Yun.

It's not that Wu Yun is greedy for life, it's just that if he wants to get Mobe pollen, at least he has to live.

If he died so inexplicably, how would he find Mobe pollen?

After thinking about it, Wu Yun also thought of a solution.

However, this approach is not so desirable.

But in this situation, there is no other way.

While speaking, Wu Yun summoned a few beasts of the Heavenly Martial Realm from the map of the Myriad Beasts and Mountains.

Then, under the control of his beast-controlling technique, these few monsters moved in the direction he pointed, separated from each other, and dodged away.

Wu Yun did not follow closely.

First, he let these monsters go first, in order to test whether there were any traps ahead.

Second, some of these traps may be natural, but many may have been laid by the people of the Southern Borders.

Once these traps are triggered, they are bound to be perceived by the person who arranged them.

Therefore, keeping a distance is inevitable.

With distance, there is room for manoeuvre.

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