Chapter 968 (1/2)

I got a lot of useful information from talking with AI Ji.

In addition to the three elves, he also learned some news about Wuyou mountain.

According to Ayro, the Tuling people lived in the earth's core rock strata for thousands of years, living with underground caves and lava.

It was not until a thousand years ago that the Tuling people discovered a sacred mountain, which was thousands of feet high, that they settled in the mountain.

The outside world regarded them as carefree elves, and called the sacred mountain worry free mountain.

When he heard this, Ji Tianxing asked arrow, what's special about that sacred mountain? Why is it called Shenshan?

Arrow frowned and thought for a long time without giving a definite answer.

After all, it was the decision of the ancestors of the Tuling nationality, and he did not know why.

All he knew was that he had lived on the mountain since he was a child.

Whenever the Tuling people are besieged by the wormling people, or when they have collected all the mineral resources in the area of tens of thousands of miles, the Tuling people have to move the sacred mountain to other places.

When Ji Tianxing heard about this, he understood when the mountain disappeared and why it kept changing its position.

However, arrow did not explain how the Tuling people moved the mountain.

After all, it's a secret of the Tuling people and can't be told to outsiders.

Unconsciously, five hours passed quickly, and it was afternoon.

The little black dragon has flown thousands of miles away from the colorful forest.

Ji Tianxing remembers the map of Shi Zhongjian. According to the records on the map, they are tens of thousands of miles away from Wuyou mountain.

However, arrow told him and Shi Zhongjian that they would arrive at Shenshan after crossing the mountains ahead.

This news, let Ji Tianxing and Shi Zhongjian are excited, showing full of expectation in the eyes.

”Shua!”

The Little Black Dragon flew over the sky, across a rolling mountain range, and flew over the mountains.

Still tens of miles away, people can clearly see that in front of the mountains, there is a towering mountain thousands of feet high, standing between heaven and earth.

That's the holy mountain of the Tuling people!

When Ji Tianxing saw the mountain for the first time, he frowned fiercely, and his eyes flashed a look of amazement.

All of a sudden, he thought he saw the sword stele in the tomb of the sword God!

Just because, like Tongtian sword stele, the shape of the holy mountain is like a huge sword, which is as black as ink, standing up to the sky and standing on the earth, emitting a cold and desolate atmosphere.

Although it was tens of miles away, he could still feel the tremendous vicissitudes of life brought by that sacred mountain.

He was surprised in his heart. When he looked at the sacred mountain carefully, the sound of burying heaven suddenly rang out in his mind.

”Here it is! That's the mountain

The voice of burying the sky, as always, has a long history, but it contains a strong sense of joy and excitement, so that the voice is a little shaky.

For a long time, the burial sky is the sound and image of calm mountain, cold as ice.

It has never lost its state, just like a god overlooking the world and watching everything coldly.

However, its voice sounded directly in Ji Tianxing's mind.

Ji Tianxing can clearly sense the emotion contained in the voice, just like a father, finally found his lost child for many years.

He can also understand the complex feeling of finding the remnant after thousands of years.

Of course, he knows better what that means.