The Snow Tornado took away the extra people here and others.

The two came to the Sighing River.

The turbid yellow water and the cold white form the world in front of you.

There are still salvage tools left in the soil on the shore, such as iron wheels, six thick ropes, and some modified sealed wooden barrels. Obviously, this wooden barrel is a tool for people to drill in and sink into the bottom of the river.

Meng Po: "The Lord, there is no one within a radius of sixty miles."

Xia Ji nodded. It was obvious that she had been working hard for the past four years, and her spiritual sense was already very telling. She had passed the legendary realm and had already stepped into the fourteenth level before entering the myth.

However, now it seems that the gap between various mysterious methods is huge, so there is obviously a classification method that is unknown to him. For example, if different mysterious skills practice to the myth realm, their strength is completely unequal. For example, once the mysterious method of the Ghost Emperor is completely released, it will almost kill everything in seconds, and many people will slaughter the same.

Meng Po said that there was no one around, just reminding him that he could act.

The blue-shirted swordsman then sat down cross-legged.

However, the little village girl hurriedly pulled him, "Sir, wait a moment."

She bent down hurriedly, dusted off all the snowflakes on the ground, took out a knitted towel from her arms and folded it five times, turned into a plaid and placed it on the cold mud, and then smiled, "Sir, sit down."

The swordsman in blue shirt sat down, and it was indeed warm. He couldn't help but look at the plaid knitting towel sitting down, feeling a little wasteful, but when he looked up, he saw the happy face of the little village girl.

She leaned towards him with an umbrella.

The two of them looked at each other, neither of them looked like each other.

The swordsman's eyes slowly closed, and Xia Ji's soul flew out from his eyebrows again. Because he occupied the Niwan Palace, this trace of connection was created. Therefore, it would not be said that the body would die if he left for a while. If so, those immortals who were wandering in the divine world would die long ago.

In the state of Ling Emperor.

The whispers suddenly started to fall, and there were still many snowflakes quarreling with the water droplets in the river.

The state of the soul Xia Ji asked directly: "Is there a Shennong jade coffin at the bottom of the river?"

In order to describe it properly, when he said the four words "Shennong Jade Coffin", he inserted all the information about this jade coffin into it.

"I'll say first, I'll say first... Well, I don't know, because I'm just a little snowflake."

"It's useless to make a little bit of a bit."

"I know, I know, there are many big stones at the bottom of the river."

...

...

Xia Ji listened for a long time.

After about half a stick of incense, he finally heard some useful information:

"There is a terrible person at the bottom of the river, pale."

"Well, it didn't lie, I saw it, I still flowed under the man's nose, it didn't look at me."

“Yes, it doesn’t eat fish either.”

“It doesn’t eat shrimp either.”

“It has no teeth.”

“No teeth.”

"That person never comes out."

"You idiot, it will obviously come up when the moon is fullest."

"No, when the sky is clear, there are big white moons hanging in the sky every day. It doesn't come up."

"Idiot, that's a day, read with me..."

"Lalala...dance, look at my devil's pace."

Xia Ji saw that they were getting worse and worse, and hurriedly guided: "Does that person have anything to do with Shennong Jade Coffin?"

The water spirit, wind spirit, and snow spirit here have all started to talk nonsense...

But in the end, I gradually got some relatively accurate information.

“It sleeps in the coffin.”

"I want to sleep, too!"

"Hey, don't squeeze me, don't squeeze me, I want to go down."

"Lalala...spin and jump, my eyes closed."

"You idiots, he ate the coffin. The coffin is bigger and smaller at a time."

Xia Ji probably had some clues.

On a full moon night, sighing on the river, this is the origin of the sighing river.

And Sigh Jiang's name has been around for a long time...

Combined with the dialogue between the elves hidden in all things, he had a simple guess:

Shennong's jade coffin fell into the Sighing River.

He warmed up a female corpse in Jiangxin.

The human soul in the female corpse has already rushed to the six realms of reincarnation.

Therefore, the jade coffin raised an evil soul.

But perhaps because the jade coffin was to be recharged, the evil soul had to often crawl out of the river.

The sun essence and moon are often the energy required by monsters, and this evil soul may be no exception...

It may come out often, but it will not come out completely on the full moon night, so it is misunderstood as a "full moon sigh".

According to Meng Po’s information, Bai Pu once came here during the Mid-Autumn Festival and then returned empty-handed.

Didn't he encounter this evil soul?

Or did you encounter it and never beat it?

If it is the latter... Bai Pu will not let people continue to salvage here.

If it is the former, then the evil soul is hiding from him.

Why hide from him?

Because he showed the power that the evil soul could not defeat, the evil soul hid.

Inferred so...

If you want to see the evil soul, the first thing you have to do is... don't scare it!

Xia Ji's thoughts were changing rapidly and he soon had a solution.

Whoosh...

The soul returns to the body.

Meng Po was holding an oil-paper umbrella and slightly backed to block the wind and snow for the two of them. At the same time, she used her spiritual sense to monitor the radius of sixty or seventy miles to prevent accidents.

The swordsman in blue shirt opened his eyes and opened his lips lightly, but he just couldn't make a sound.

The little village girl read his lips and understood the general situation. She handed the oil-paper umbrella to his hand, then ran aside, and began to push the black-topped boat a hundred meters away. These were all left by the previous Saint Association salvage team.

Because of the slope, the black-topped boat quickly slid down the slope.

The black hair on the end of the village girl was covered with snow and silver hair. She ran down from above and got on the black-shouldered boat with the blue-shirted swordsman.

only...

She really didn't know if this kind of sky was on the river, could lead to what was behind the scenes as the Lord said.

The two crawled into the black tent.

The little village girl shouted softly: "Husband...I'm afraid..."

Then suddenly, she laughed.

I hurriedly covered my face with a pair of snow-white, excessively white hands.

Afraid?

Even if she doesn't need a black tent now, she can float on the river while stepping on a reed stalk, almost crossing the opposite side of the Sighing River.

The blue-shirted swordsman looked at her resentfully.

Meng Po coughed twice and said in a voice: "Sorry, sorry, come back."

The little village girl took a deep breath, calmed her expression again, and then she brought a little sadness and fear, "Sir, the wind and waves are so big, let's go back and wait until the sky clears..."

However, the blue-shirted swordsman seemed to have fainted again.

The invisible spirit of Xia Ji was already commonplace when entering and leaving the Niwan Palace, as if he was leaving the house.

The black-sailed boat gradually came to the middle of the river.

The little village girl felt the swaying of the boat back and forth, and listened to the cold wind of ghosts and wolves howling, and the scared expression appeared on Shui Ling's little face.
To be continued...