Starting My Cultivation With Immortality

Eight thousand miles away, Yun and Yue, drink a cup of wine when they are empty.

Yunsu rode the Zixia Xiangyun and flew to the height of the sea of ​​​​clouds, but it was slightly lower than the wind layer. This height is difficult for ordinary monks to reach~www.wuxiahere.com~ Drinking, lying down, felt the auspicious clouds softened, He made it harder, and after flying more than 300 miles all the way, he stretched his waist, put away the book and wine, and prepared to study the Zixia Xiangyun at different speeds.

After a short calculation of the time, the three hundred or so miles are less than half an hour, and about a thousand miles can be flown in about an hour.

"I just told you to fly a little slower, now you can fly faster."

As soon as Yunsu finished speaking, Zixia moved slightly, only to see a cotton-like cloud tail pulled out from the tail, and it jumped out with a swish, and the speed was more than twice as fast.

When he was flying slowly just now, the speed was not fast, and the wine in the glass did not move at all.

At this time, he poured another glass and found that it was still as stable as before. This Zixia also seemed to want to prove herself, let it fly faster, and accelerate suddenly. The flight distance of half an hour is close to 1,500 miles.

An hour is three thousand miles.

At this speed, Yunsu calculated that it only took about three hours to fly to the destination.

"Faster."

Since it is flying through the clouds and driving the fog, it is natural to test the upper and lower speed limits of Zixia.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a low sound of thunder in the auspicious cloud, like thunder and lightning that is common in rain clouds. It was not an illusion, but something really changed in the auspicious cloud, and the speed increased again.

"..."

Yunsu only felt a flower in front of her eyes, and the speed of Xiangyun reached an indescribable level in an instant. The sea of ​​​​clouds that covered the eyes had already turned white, and it was a little bit better when the mana was running and the magic eyes were opened.

He closed his eyes and felt it. The speed at this time, calculated in half an hour, had already exceeded 3,000 miles. Although it was still not bumpy and the auspicious clouds were stable as usual, the surrounding scene changed too fast.

In the blink of an eye, they were hundreds of meters away.

"It seems that the flight is too low. If the speed is too fast when flying in the sea of ​​clouds, even a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm will be prone to dizziness."

Although this speed is slightly worse than Yujian Zhantian, it is flying in the wind layer. This is in the sea of ​​​​clouds, and the flying environment is different.

Moreover, at the same speed, when flying in the wind layer, it is extremely far from the ground, and there are no clouds and mists. It can be said that only the sky, the earth, the sun, the moon and the stars are the reference objects.

While flying in the sea of ​​clouds, there are countless clouds, and the clouds and mountains are thousands of feet high. Although they are not the mountains and mountains on the land, they are still reference objects.

It's like riding a horse. As soon as a thousand miles of horses run, people feel like they are galloping, but the same speed is too slow in the air, and the surrounding environment is different.

Yun Su pondered for a while, and felt that it was better to be careful, go fast and then slow, and finally approach the destination quietly.

Although Zixia Xiangyun is good at speed and stealth, there must be a connection between speed and stealth, and there must be some kind of balance. It is impossible that when the speed reaches the extreme, the effect of stealth also reaches the extreme.

As a result, the speed slowed down, and all the way north, the eight thousand li road was fast and then slow. When Yunsu finally fell to Yuntou, it was less than three hours, and it was already sunset.

There are no surprises or dangers along the way. In the sea of ​​​​clouds, except for the occasional flying birds and raptors, let alone practitioners, I have not even encountered any monsters and birds that can fly, but occasionally I can look down and see some mountains. , Some people perform light work, some people fly in the treetops.

He took out a map of the Dacheng Dynasty's territory, and compared the position of the stars in the sky, which had not yet been fully revealed, to confirm that he was approaching the destination.

This is Yanliuzhou in the northernmost part of the Dacheng Dynasty. Compared with Yuyang City, where the spring breeze is warm, the terrain here is higher, the climate is harsh, it is still extremely cold during the Qingming Festival, and the mountains are more steep, and the snow on the top of the mountain has not yet melted.

"This season, it stands to reason that it won't be so cold."

Yunsu faintly felt that the climate and environment here had been affected by some kind of strange, but he didn't know if it was because of the Heavenly Remnant Sword's burial. After all, there was still a long way to go.

According to Zhang Yifan's records in the Wahwu Xianyouji, from the perspective of the map and the stars, the place is still a hundred miles away from the Heavenly Remnant Sword Burial, which is negligible for the monks.

For Yunsu's Zixia Xiangyun, it takes two minutes to fly faster.

"Even if it's a hundred miles away, there are still ominous signs. I'd better find a place to rest for the night and go back tomorrow morning."

Yunsu was sitting cross-legged on a flying rock at the top of a mountain, staring at a hundred miles away. Although he couldn't see it clearly, he didn't see any murderous or sword aura, but there was a vague sense of danger somewhere ahead. The approximate location was the Tian Canjian Burial, so he was a little more careful.

There is a village not far from the bottom of the mountain, with more than 100 households, which is quite large in the deep mountains. Looking from a distance, I can see countless smoke rising from the kitchen, and it is time to cook dinner.

This time, I had thought about it before I came, and Yunsu took out a burlap bag from the wishful bag, which contained various knives, including kitchen knives, scissors, and hatchet knives, all of which were purchased by Yuyang City, but only slightly After casting and refining it, it is a bit easier to use than ordinary props.

Carrying a sackcloth bag, Yunsu came all the way down the mountain. There had just been a light snow here. One foot was deep and the other was shallow. After a while, a pair of boots were stained with countless mud and snow water, and his body was also wet, with some stains. Snow water, like walking a long way.

In a short time, I arrived at the entrance of the village. The village was surrounded by a thick thorn wood and thorn vine. The fence was made of thick thorn wood and thorn rattan. The spring was getting warmer, and new shoots were also emerging from the dead branches. People are nice.

"Wang Wangwang..."

The first thing to stir was the hunting dogs in the village, and after a while, seven big dogs came out and roared from a distance.

At this time, Yunsu's mana was restrained, and he was dormant in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, like a mortal.

At this time, pretending to be a mortal, returning to the basics, even the most alert and alert hound couldn't tell the truth from the fake, and only regarded Yunsu as a stranger passing by.

If their aura changed slightly, even if they didn't use their mana, these hounds would be too frightened to run away.

The dog barked loudly, but no one came out. Yunsu looked at it intently, and saw two dozen young and strong mountain people with large knives, iron guns, and even iron forks, hiding behind buildings and fences, secretly looking at them. With Yunsu carrying a sackcloth on his back and his bare hands, an older man stuck his head out and shouted.

"Boy, what are you doing?"

People from the countryside, asking questions more directly, and seeing how they looked like they were facing a big enemy, Yunsu didn't care. He had already seen a faint atmosphere of melancholy and catastrophe over the village, thinking about what happened. .

"Father, I went to the village to sell goods. I lost my way in the mountains, missed the hour, and wanted to spend the night in a treasured land."

In the eyes of the villagers, this young man had an extraordinary appearance. He was dressed in cotton and linen clothes, his face was flushed red by the snow and cold wind, and his lips were chapped. He was not much different from the merchants who walked through the village.

It's just too good-looking, and I don't know what it's for sale.

"What do you sell?"

The old man beckoned and motioned Yunsu to come closer.

Yunsu walked over, opened the burlap pocket, and revealed the contents inside. There were kitchen knives, scissors and machetes, all of which were commonly used at home.

"Selling knives."

The old man looked at Yunsu carefully again, and felt that this man had a strange appearance, not like a villain, and he was a little thin. Any hunter in the village could restrain him, so he was pulled away from the village entrance to reject the horse, and then called a Orion came out and brought Yunsu into the village.

"Little brother, follow me carefully, don't go wrong~www.wuxiahere.com~ Thank you for reminding me."

Yunsu naturally saw that several traps were laid on the road at the entrance of the village. Some of the traps were older, and there were traces of animal blood and fur inside.

Entering the village, the old man took Yunsu to a small courtyard not far from the entrance of the village. There were two or three houses in it, and several fires were burning in the courtyard.

Seeing that nothing happened at the entrance of the village, many villagers who were on duty at night returned to the yard and surrounded the fire, but the knives, forks and sticks in their hands did not leave their bodies, and they carried them directly, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The old man asked Yunsu to sit by a bonfire, and he brought a bowl of hot boiling water, took out a tea brick-like thing, smashed a corner, took it and put it into the boiling water, a bowl of brick tea that the villagers drank. Just soaked.

"Little brother, it's freezing cold today, drink a bowl of tea to warm up the day."

"Thank you, old man."

After Yunsu took it, he took a sip and found that the tea had a strong flavor. It was not new tea. After a long time, there was no old flavor. On the contrary, the tea soup was much more delicious and mellow.

"I'm the village head of this Niulan Village. My surname is Niu. It's been a long time since the heavy snow has blocked the mountains. Many people in the village just lack the knives you sell. It's time to come."

"Village Chief Niu, I think there is something wrong with the atmosphere here. Is there something wrong in the village?"

The village chief Niu sighed and said:

"A few days ago, there were many animals lost in the village. In the past few days, even three children have been lost. I don't know what happened to him and caused Daxian He Fang."

Yunsu tucked his right hand in his sleeve, and after a little bit of calculation, he realized that there seemed to be some hidden meaning behind this matter, and all the things behind it seemed to be related to the location of the Heavenly Remnant Sword Burial a hundred miles away.

It seems that it is right to approach secretly. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.