Chapter 1762 (2/2)

the hidden information in Pali's words of kuntu tribe made Hanyu Xiaotian's mind work again.

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first of all, he affirmed that the island of the North Sea was really the place where the ancient demon God candlelong was located in the mythology and legend, and also the place where the crystal stones appeared in his hands. More likely, it was the place where the strong ancient stars left their orthodoxy.

Second, the candle dragon is now in a deep sleep.

Well, although it can't be provoked by itself, since it should still be sleeping now, I may have a chance to explore ～

finally, when the Kunlun Mountain in the mountain and sea world opens, the candle dragon will wake up and lead the wizard tribe to mount Kunlun to find the physical mark of heaven and the origin of mountain sea world.

At that time, it should be what Barry, the leader of kuntu tribe, once said, the three-way war between the sorcerers and the fierce beasts, as well as their ”evil spirits outside the sky”...

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”the star stone... The ancient star path... Since the candle dragon should still be sleeping, then this risk is worth taking!”

Feeling the power of the stars contained in the mysterious crystal stone in his palm, the cold feather laughed at the light of the sky, and immediately made a decision in his heart!

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the island of the North Sea, the northernmost point.

A continuous mountain range, ups and downs, such as the waves.

It has been shrouded in fog for a long time. In the center of this area, there is an inexplicable area, where the ground is full of marsh mud and is full of miasma fog. In the air, there is also the sound of whistling overcast wind from time to time.

In this area, ordinary plants are difficult to survive. Only a few big trees with large needles and reticular leaves and thick and dry bark still survive.

These strange leaves seem to be naturally gray and black. Each tree is hundreds of feet high, and the crown area is extremely large. It seems that it has been growing for countless years.

In the marsh mud, bits and pieces of bright stones covered with mud float out, and the inside is still shining like stars.

There are few traces of life here, but there are still some witch tribe aborigines living here, occasionally stepping over some beasts, but they all bow their heads and dare not roar, as if they are afraid to wake someone up.

However, in this inaccessible place, a white figure suddenly appears