Soon Xu Mo and Fu Qingmeng arrived in front of the highest attic of the Nanwu clan.

As expected, the three characters "Qian Nan Wuge" are very conspicuous.

"Nanwu Pavilion?" Fu Qingmeng looked at the plaque and then said: "It seems that this is the place you mentioned."

"It must be very important to name it after the Nanwu clan."

Xu Mo nodded slightly, "There is also a place called Dongchen Pavilion among the Dongchen clan."

"There are the elders of the entire Dongchen clan. Only the prospective young masters and ancestors are eligible to stay."

"This Nanwu Pavilion should be the same."

"Since it is such an important place, it seems that there must be something precious." Fu Qingmeng looked at Nanwu Pavilion, and then said, "Go in and take a look?"

"I'll go first." Xu Mo nodded slightly, then walked to the door of Nanwu Pavilion first, reached out and slowly pushed the door open.

There were no accidents in Dongchen Pavilion before, but it doesn't necessarily happen in Nanwu Pavilion.

As soon as the door opened, Xu Mo felt a rotten smell. This smell made him very uncomfortable, and also gave Xu Mo a familiar feeling.

Sure enough, looking at the scene inside, Xu Mo couldn't help but change his expression.

Compared to Dongchen Pavilion, the interior of Nanwu Pavilion can be described as tragic.

It was only one floor, and all you could see was corpses everywhere.

If he hadn't known that this was Nanwu Pavilion, Xu Mo would have thought that this was some kind of mass grave.

Even Fu Qingmeng couldn't help but take a breath at this time.

"Why did these people die here?"

Xu Mo frowned slightly, "The war back then was very tragic. All four tribes suffered heavy losses. Many people were seriously injured and were unable to move into the Holy Land."

"It's just that there are so many Nanwu clan. Even I didn't expect this."

"You can see that these skeletons all have more or less scars or mutilations on their bodies. It's obvious that they all suffered serious injuries during their lifetime and had to be abandoned here in the end."

Fu Qingmeng nodded slightly, and then said: "It's no wonder that the four tribes have been hiding in the Holy Land for so many years. If I guessed correctly, there should be almost no strong people from the four tribes who entered the Holy Land back then."

"But even so, they are still putting a lot of pressure on us."

"I'm suddenly curious as to what your ancestors are capable of, to be able to defeat the four tribes like this."

Xu Mo shrugged and sighed: "Who knows, maybe it's really powerful."

"It's just that even though you know my life experience, until now, I have never met my biological father, the person the old guy talks about."

"We'll see each other," Fu Qingmeng comforted.

"And even if I don't see it, so what?"

"You still have us with you."

"Don't forget, that girl Yushi is still waiting for you."

"Yushi." The figure of Nie Yushi flashed in Xu Mo's mind.

It has been a long time since I last saw Nie Yushi.

After leaving the Holy Land, I never had time to return to Zhennan.

Now that I think about it, it’s time to go back and take a look.

"When I'm done here, I'll go back to Zhennan."

"It just so happens that you, the old guy, and Mr. Nie can go back together."

"No matter what, we have to face this matter eventually." Xu Mo looked at Fu Qingmeng.

Fu Qingmeng did not nod, but just said: "Let's talk about it later."

"Look at your master's opinion."

Hearing this, Xu Mo said nothing more and looked at Nanwu Pavilion again, "There should be nothing in the lower floors. Let's go up and have a look."

"The higher you go, the higher the status of the Nanwu tribe, the more precious things they leave behind."

"You go up, I'll walk around first." Fu Qingmeng said, taking the lead to walk aside. It seemed that he had something on his mind.

When Xu Mo saw this, he didn't say anything else.

Instead, he walked up the stairs.

However, not only the first floor, but also the second floor was full of skeletons. Although not as dense as the first floor, there were still quite a few, and it seemed that the owners of these skeletons were in more pain during their lifetimes than the people on the first floor.

War is cruel, Xu Mo has always known this.

Although he has been in the Middle East, he actually hates war and everything is just for survival.

And as long as there is a war, there will be bloodshed and sacrifices.

So Xu Mo looked at these skeletons with complexity, but he didn't sympathize with them.

These are just what he has seen, and there must be much more that he has not seen.

The people who were surrounded and killed by the four tribes back then were his ancestors. The situation faced by his ancestors must have been even more miserable.

Xu Mo didn't stay and went up to the third floor again.

Then the fourth floor, the fifth floor, all the way to the seventh floor.

Below the seventh floor, there are all skeletons. Although there are fewer and fewer, there are still many more than Dongchen Pavilion.

It wasn't until the seventh floor that he recovered.

What you see is no longer skeletons, but empty rooms.

This Nanwu Pavilion is surprisingly cleaner than Dongchen Pavilion.

At least there is something to gain from each floor of Dongchen Pavilion. The first few floors of Nanwu Pavilion have become mass graves, and even the seventh floor has nothing.

Xu Mo couldn't help but look up at the eighth floor.

The eighth and ninth floors are the last hope.

I just don’t know if there will be Nan Wuzun’s ancestors on the ninth floor, who left behind their last words and the seal of Dongchen like the Dongchen clan did.

If so, it would definitely be a big gain.

Of course, Xu Mo didn't have high hopes.

After all, the harvest from the Dongchen Clan’s land can only be said to be an unexpected blessing, and it is impossible for all four tribes to share it.

Soon, Xu Mo arrived at the eighth floor.

As soon as he reached the eighth floor, Xu Mo's eyes suddenly lit up.

Because on the eighth floor, Xu Mo saw several boxes outside at a glance. Those boxes were neatly arranged and seemed to have been specially prepared.

Xu Mo opened one of the boxes.

Sure enough, there were elixirs inside, and they were all gifted elixirs.

Although the talent pill can only allow the first level to smoothly enter the second level, it is also very precious to Xu Mo.

Because now, although they have reached the third realm, and many have entered the second realm, most of them are ordinary first realm.

The number of these talent pills is extremely large, at least thousands, which means that they can create at least thousands of second-level masters.

This harvest is not small.

And these boxes are filled with talent pills. Not surprisingly, all the pills left here for healing and other purposes have been used up, leaving only this kind of pill that is of no use to the people of the Nawu tribe who died here.

Useless elixirs are left here and no one cares about them.

"No matter why you Nanwu clan keeps these talent pills here, I won't be polite to you anymore."

Xu Mo grinned and put the boxes directly into the space ring. Then he checked all the rooms on the eighth floor. After making sure that nothing was left behind, he went directly to the ninth floor.

The layout of Nanwu Pavilion is almost the same as that of Dongchen Pavilion.

After going up to the ninth floor, Xu Mo saw everything on the ninth floor at a glance.
Chapter completed!