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The battle on the ground caused cracks in the surrounding huge Nanman jungle, and a large amount of soil was dug out, as if it had been plowed from the beginning to the end. In just a few hundred breaths, it was devastated.

But deep in the ground, Yeyi, who is manipulating the branches of the sacred tree with his mind, is not in a good state at this time. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, glaring blood is now protruding from his nostrils and eye sockets, and he even supported the ground. His body was shaking a little, and then a strong right hand gently held Yeyi's shoulder, and the figure of Tie Zhu appeared beside him.

"Yeyi, stop. At present, there is no way to kill the huge monster above with a simple blow, and your spiritual consciousness is running out, and it will leave permanent damage that will damage the Dao foundation. Besides, it can drive the monster The tree is running out of energy."

Tie Zhu's right hand holding Yeyi shone slightly, and the pale green source of life gradually enveloped the latter's whole body, but Yeyi seemed to have not heard the words resounding in his ears, and still closed his eyes tightly, his seven orifices Blood continued to flow out of it, and the golden thread spreading from the core seed to the void continued to provide energy for the holy tree.

"Yeyi, wake up quickly!"

Tie Zhu, whose expression changed, let out a sharp shout, but Ye Yi still didn't respond, then Tie Zhu turned his head and looked at Lin Xiao behind him, but just when the two wanted to directly drag Ye Yi away , The night billowing out of Ye Yi's body suddenly rose, covering the entire huge heart below directly, and there was an extremely angry howl of the Night Demon King in the night, and then the whole night shrank again, and the heart below him All the golden threads going out were cut off.

The lit runes on the core seed gradually went out, Ye Yi opened his eyes, with strong fear in his eyes, his whole figure fell backwards at once, and on the ground, all the dancing branches of the banyan tree were all gone. Return to the original state, motionless.

The beating stopped suddenly like a storm. The mole, the god of earth, raised its nose in doubt, and kept sniffing in the air. Then it sniffed suspiciously around the holy tree that had returned to silence, but it didn't come any closer. .

After hesitating for a moment, the Earth God Mole's huge sharp claws stretched out its forelimbs to the ground, pawed out, and dug a huge hole like piercing a piece of paper, and then plunged into it, gradually disappearing.

The whole center of the Southern Barbarians has regained its calm, but this once impenetrable and indestructible barbarian ancestral home was first looted by the desolate people like locusts crossing the border, and then after the fierce battle between two behemoths, there is no trace of the prosperity and prosperity of the past. in Apple pie order.

The jungle is ruthless, and the losers can only be erased. In the end, even the imprint of life will disappear.

In the southern barbarian jungle, the winner is king, survival is the truth!

From the time when the god mole crawled out of the ground in the ancestral courtyard of the Desolate race, until it burrowed into the ground and disappeared, for nearly half a day, the Harpy Thunder Army floating in the sky has been silently watching the bottom, looking at the entire desolation. They have an intuitive understanding of the greed, barbarism and cruelty of the barren people. In a sense, the barren people are deformed bodies lacking in emotion and wisdom.

"He drinks blood, is greedy and heartless, and has no humanity."

Wang Jing in the sky spoke lightly, and gave the desolate people a very appropriate evaluation. Peng Mu, who was beside him, nodded and responded:

"In fact, these desolate people have similarities with those alien races outside the Endless Mountain Pass. It is just that they use the supremacy of theocracy to ravage the people at the bottom at will. The desolate people are naked and undisguised predators of the jungle, but it is undeniable. This is closest to the essence of Dao itself.

"Perhaps this kind of simple social structure and rules can survive for a long time in this southern barbarian jungle. On the contrary, the barbarians with much higher wisdom and civilization have almost completely cut off their inheritance."

For Peng Mu's words, Wang Jing also deeply agrees, this Nanman forest is like an octagonal cage that cannot get out, the races inside the cage fight each other until they die.

"So Your Majesty, our entire human race, and perhaps some other races, are going against the road."

In the middle of Shenjing, the huge Sitian Pagoda towers into the sky.

Even though it was night and the moon hung high in the sky, covering the earth, the entire first floor of Sitian Tower was still busy with people coming and going.

Personnel wearing Sitianjian's monk uniform shuttled back and forth, and some even trotted all the way with abacus. It was different from Daxia 36 Continent, which had been covered by mountains and sea maps for hundreds of years and was fully managed by Sitianjian. An artifact covers the tentacles of the Nanman Islands, and there is much work to be done.

"Have all the latitude and longitude lines requested by His Majesty been drawn?"

The girl in the wheelchair asked Xia, and her clear and calm voice resounded throughout the entire tower, followed by a supervisor's response immediately:

"The drawing is complete."

"Immediately appear on the map of mountains and seas!"

"promise!"

Immediately, at the southwest of the huge picture scroll unfolded on the top of Sitian Pagoda, the fuzzy island shape belonging to the Nanban jungle gradually enlarged, and then began to appear horizontal and vertical intersecting lines with orderly intervals. If Zhao Yu was here, he would find that this was his previous life. Very familiar longitude and latitude!

The girl asked Xia to look up, and carefully checked the entire island filled with longitude and latitude lines on the scroll, from beginning to end, and then continued to speak:

"Record this period of time, and all the important strongholds marked by the Scout Army and the Dire Division will appear in the mountain and sea map."

As Qingxia's words fell, light spots appeared one after another on the map of mountains and seas, exuding a faint light. If you observe carefully, you will find that all the light spots are at the intersection of longitude and latitude.

Behind the girl, Li Chunfeng stood with his hands behind his back, slightly raised his right hand, brushed the white beard in front of him lightly, looked into the eyes of the top of the tower, and said softly with sincere admiration:

"Your Majesty is truly a god-man. This simple action called latitude and longitude can instantly magnify the effect of the map of mountains and seas by more than several times. In this way, only two simple values ​​​​of latitude and longitude can cover the entire world. The vast and boundless land of Shenzhou is wonderful, really wonderful!"

The concept of longitude and latitude proposed by Zhao Yu has convinced all the supervisors in the entire Sitianjian. These supervisors who have been serving the map of mountains and seas and monitoring the entire Great Xia monks are not stupid people. They all understand that after the formation of longitude and latitude , its significance.

The most accurate and effective location positioning method that is tailor-made for Sitianjian's mountains and seas map has appeared in the vast land of Shenzhou, which is huge in size!

Chapter 0364 Everything is ready

Before the appearance of longitude and latitude lines, the way Si Tianjian always used to locate was a certain state, a certain city, a certain town, and a certain mile. Not to mention extremely complicated and cumbersome, and easily confused, there were as many villages and towns as human races gathered in the 36 prefectures of Great Xia. There are countless people with the same name, so occasionally the supervisors of the Sitian Supervisor who perform tasks will go to the wrong place.

After confirming the latitude and longitude lines and important target bases, the girl sitting in a wheelchair at the center of the first floor of Sitian Tower frowned slightly, lost in thought, and then continued to ask loudly:

"Is the first target of the Nanman A character placed and positioned?"

"The Thunder Army in the land of the Nanman just sent a message through the teleportation scroll that the first target positioning bead of the Nanman A character has been placed."

The response from the supervisor not far away sounded in the next breath, and after it fell, Xia's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help leaning forward slightly, raised his volume, and said:

"Then start the first positioning!"

But after five breaths, under the watchful eyes of everyone, there was no abnormal phenomenon or change in the Nanman island area of ​​the Sitian Pagoda mountain sea map.

"The first positioning failed. The target is located deep in the ground at this time, and the land of the Nanman is located outside the territory of the Great Xia. The connection between the mountain and sea map and the national destiny in the positioning bead is too weak, and it may have to wait until it appears on the ground. Only then can its position be re-determined."

The girl asked Xia's complexion to remain calm as usual, then she closed her eyes and said softly:

"Everyone wait a moment, let me and Taiping try again."

"Wow, Xia, do you know that this Nanman land is really amazing. The giant trees and wild beasts are much larger than those in Leizhou, and the species have never been seen before. This time Gain knowledge, Zhao Yu said, gaining knowledge means growing up, so I think the current me must be at least three years older!"

As soon as Xia's consciousness sank, she heard Shanhaitu's immature and excited child's voice chattering in her mind, and then proudly narrated that she was three years old, and the corner of the girl's mouth unconsciously revealed A smile, and then gently responded in my mind:

"Then can the little adults we grow up do me a favor?"

"Of course it's not a big problem." Taiping's voice sounded like an old-fashioned little adult.

Afterwards, Xia Xia recounted the request in his mind, Shanhaitu Taiping's voice was silent for a while, as if he was thinking carefully, and then the immature child's voice sounded again.

"Originally, Zhao Yu, the lord of the Great Xia, had to agree to invoking the Qi of National Destiny, but he just ordered a few days ago that during the Southwest War, Si Tianjian would be unlimitedly open to supplying the Qi of National Destiny, so this small matter is of course No problem, don’t thank me too much, just tell me five stories I haven’t heard before.”

"A word is settled!"

After finishing speaking, the girl asked Xia to open her eyes, lightly raised her right hand, and waved lightly towards the sky. After a moment, there was a burst of water-like fluctuations in the Nanman area of ​​the mountain and sea picture scroll above the top of the tower, and then a large amount of milky white air of national destiny gathered Injected into it, the whole scene instantly became clearer, and gradually, a faint red dot appeared on the scroll, and it was moving at an extremely fast speed.

As soon as the red dot appeared, a burst of cheers erupted from the entire Sitianjian hall on the first floor.

Standing quietly, stroking the white bearded Li Chunfeng in front of him, nodded, and let out a sigh of relief.

All is ready except for the opportunity!

So far, Si Tianjian has fulfilled Zhao Yu's orders perfectly, and finally saved some of Si Tianjian's face. Then he looked at the calm and strong little girl in front of him, with pity in his eyes, stretched out his right hand, and gently Pressing Qingxia's neck gently, the girl fell into a deep sleep.

"Sleep for a while, it's almost four days and four nights without sleep, the body will not be able to bear it if this continues."

The next day, the sun was rising, and the weather in Shenjing City was getting colder and colder. The early morning cold wind blew on the faces of the people who went out, causing pain.

In the Dao Palace, the new student's university hall, the fat man Qiu Hengji was sitting on the seat, and behind him, the yawning thin man was pressing his head on the fat man's back, taking advantage of his large body, secretly Dozed off.

In recent days, the more and more mature fat man wakes up very early every day, but this has caused the thin man who is sleepy on weekdays to suffer. Almost every morning class, the fat man is forcibly dragged out of the bed by the fat man, and then directly clamped under his armpit. Slowly stepping on the rising sun, towards the classroom.

Today is still the self-cultivation class of the new disciples, it is still early, and the old gentleman who is attending the class is still in the future, so the disciples in the class are discussing with each other in a hurry. Hui Jun and Dire Division.

Recently, Shenjing City, and even the entire Great Xia Dynasty have set off a wave of cultivation. Before that, there was a fierce and fierce battle in the selection of soldiers in the army, and then there was the battle of the Southern Barbarians. The blood of the young people of the human race was fully expressed. They wanted to join the army and serve their country.

And as the three thousand Confucian students came to Shenjing, one after another Daxia Academy was established in various states. There is no discrimination in the Academy. As long as you have time, no matter how old you are, you can go to listen to the lectures. From the literary to the profound, the concepts and methods of practice are covered. These three thousand fires, which Zhao Yu placed high hopes on, gradually began to start a prairie fire.

"Wake up, thin man, sir is here."

The fat man sitting upright, raised his hand and shook the sleepy thin man behind him, and spoke lightly, and then an old man wearing a plain robe, white beard and hair, but ruddy complexion slowly stepped into the school hall.

After the disciples stood up and saluted, the old gentleman above spoke softly with a smile on his lips, and his mellow and vicissitudes of voice then resounded throughout the school.

"Everyone knows that I am going to conquer Nanman in Daxia, so today, let's talk about Nanman!"

"Wow!"

As soon as the old gentleman's voice fell, the recent disciples below suddenly burst into uncontrollable restlessness. For them, the most interesting thing at present is the Nanman who is going to war.

"The Nanman jungle we are talking about is actually a huge island. This island has only one junction with the land, and that is the border of the Nanman. The border gate guarded by the Nanman army is like an extremely strong lock. All the creatures inside are locked in this huge cage."

The mellow voice of the old gentleman in the school gave people a sense of extreme trust and comfort. In the minds of the new students below, a huge island pattern emerged one after another. At the junction of the island and the mainland, there is a high wall of iron. The gate, that is the border line guarded by the 50 barbarian army of the Great Xia Dynasty. At the same time, the southwest conquest army of the entire human race will go here.

"There are currently two known intelligent races in the Southern Barbarian Land, the Barbarians and the Desolate Races."

The sound of honest and vicissitudes of explanation, accompanied by the rising sun, came from the school loudly, and it was peaceful.

Using the life and death fight in one place to exchange for the stability and peace in another place, this is the so-called fairness of Dao.

Chapter 0365 The Last Class

In the cultivation class of the Dao Palace, all the new disciples pricked up their ears and listened carefully. Even the skinny man who had always been absent-minded and not serious had his eyes shining. Dense forests, warm and humid Nanman land, but yearning very much.

As time passed, a class drew to a close, and the old gentleman behind the desk clapped his hands lightly and asked a question:

"Everyone, who can tell me now, is there a way in the land of the Southern Barbarians?"

The old gentleman's original gentle and mellow voice became a bit solemn. After his voice fell, all the disciples below fell into silence.

Is there a way in the land of the Southern Barbarians?This is actually extremely difficult to answer.

To say that it has the right way, but the five elements in the southern barbarian jungle are missing, and even the most basic fire attribute in the avenue can hardly be sensed at all, and the aborigines in the jungle, the barbarians and the barbarians, do not practice Taoism themselves, but cultivate the forest And the power of blood, but if you think that the southern barbarians have no way, then how to explain the growth law and racial reproduction of all things in this dense jungle?

Could it be the saying of the alien race in the Sun Empire that God created all things?

As a human race, that is absolutely unbelievable.

Therefore, these new disciples who have just stepped into the cultivation world are all hesitant to speak and extremely distressed.

The old gentleman sitting behind the desk raised his teacup and took a sip, then quietly looked at the extremely immature and vigorous faces below. I have seen countless faces like this, but how many people can really achieve positive results, or stand out, and be remembered by the world?

The avenue is ruthless, only favors a sharper blade!

Then the old man came back to his senses, drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, then slapped his palm heavily on the desk in front of him, opened his mouth and let out a loud shout:

"The Southern Barbarians have a way!"

The shout sounded like a bell, like a dragon's roar, and rang like a thunder in the entire school, and it continued to surround, directly waking up all the disciples, and they looked up at the high platform ahead.

The old man's originally rosy face was filled with a majestic aura that had never been seen before. He stared down with burning eyes, continued to open his mouth, and his voice continued to roll out.

"Where is the way of the Nanman?"

Before waiting for a disciple below to answer, the old gentleman's response sounded directly:

"The Dao lies in the survival of the fittest. The Dao lies in the severed heads, the livers and blood sausages that were torn out. The Dao is spraying the blood of the earth. Everyone, where there is death, there is Dao, and where there is life, there is Dao!"

Such bloody words came from the mouth of the always gentle old man, which made the disciples' faces full of horror, and they all sat upright, holding their breath, and after the old man looked around, he continued to speak:

"The Dao is unfeeling. It favors a sharper blade, and the victor is king. The law of the jungle in the Nanman jungle is the most primitive and most intuitive embodiment of the Dao. But disciples sitting here, I hope you can clearly understand that we We are a human race, and the country under our feet is Great Xia, so we have nothing to fear, practice and practice, what we practice is to go against the way!

After the old man's voice fell, all the disciples below raised their hands forward, and then bowed down together, and a uniform voice came from below:

"I would like to listen to the teacher's teaching, and the students should remember it in their hearts!"

"This is your last self-cultivation class. Starting tomorrow, you can build a disciple peak within the mountains of this palace, and officially enter the stage of independent cultivation."

The old gentleman on the desk slowly stood up from the desk seat, and then slowly walked down the high platform, and as his voice fell, the disciples below raised their heads, and their hearts were shocked. It turned out that this year's self-cultivation class It's the last class.

They used to hope that this self-cultivation class would end sooner, so that they could formally enter the dreaming world of cultivation, but at this time, they all had unspeakable reluctance and a little confusion.

Those who can enter the Taoist Palace are all the proud sons of dragons and phoenixes who are selected among thousands of people. Their top-notch cultivation talents will make them the mainstay of the Great Xia in the future. Therefore, their minds are also much stronger than ordinary people of the same age. , and once again bowed to the old man who was walking down slowly.

"Mr. teaches for a year, and students will never forget it."

"Get up!"

The old man stretched out his hands, raised them lightly, then gradually approached, and continued to speak lightly:

"Protecting the weak and taking responsibility is a kind of going against the road. It is because of this that the inheritance of the human race can stand for so many years, surrounded by foreign tigers and wolves, and still not fall, becoming the overlord on the vast land of China. And in this last self-cultivation class, I would like to give you a word."

"Sir, please enlighten me!"

The old gentleman paused for a moment, and the gentle look in his eyes regained, and he opened his mouth to speak softly.

"You must understand that there are always more important things that can give people the courage to overcome the fear of life and death!"

After half a stick of incense, in the school, the disciples exchanged with each other and filed out, and then saluted and bid farewell. Once the day is over, it is not easy to meet again in the huge Taoist palace.

Dressed in plain clothes, Wen Xiuqi, the lord of the Taoist Palace, sat behind the desk. He always did this. After all the disciples left, he sat alone quietly for a meeting. Every year after the self-cultivation class ended, he had mixed feelings. Although very few disciples of the Dao Palace recognize him as the extremely mysterious master of the Dao Palace, he has silently cultivated too many talents for Da Xia.

Looking around, Wen Xiuqi stood up slowly, then packed up a few things on the desk, and walked out the door. There were two people waiting outside the door, two young people.

A young man in fluttering white clothes waving a folding fan, and a young scholar in plain robes.

Sima Annan put away his folding fan, bowed to the old man and saluted, and the scholar Yuan Bai beside him also saluted. Both of them respected the master of the Dao Palace who had silently raised a child, and said together:

"At such an age, Mr. Wen still preaches in person, which I admire."

Wen Xiuqi, the master of the Taoist Palace with white beard and hair, looked at the two young men in front of him with a hint of surprise on his face, and then said softly:

"Where did you two come from?"