Hearing this sound, everyone thought that the tornado was not over yet and a new disaster was about to come.
Everyone's expressions changed dramatically, but the treasures in the secret realm of Ziyue Valley made them faint.
No one flinched and hurriedly chased in the direction of the sound.
Seeing this, Lu Fan continued to hold Yang Zipei and chased in the direction of the crowd.
After passing through a long and deserted road, Lu Fan finally approached the crowd.
He found hundreds of top warriors standing around here, motionless, all looking in the same direction, as if they had seen something incredible.
He pushed through the crowd and looked forward.
Then he was stunned.
Directly in front of everyone was a stretch of mountains with no end in sight.
The mountains seemed to appear out of thin air in the last second, rising from the ground in the wasteland of northern Xinjiang.
And in the very middle of the mountains, there is a peak that towers into the sky.
The mountain peaks look so steep when viewed from a distance, like a sword falling from the sky to the earth, thrust straight into the ground for an unknown number of kilometers.
And the majesty of the mountain peak, viewed from both sides, looks like a knife and an ax cutting away the slightest slope.
The mountain breeze is facing everyone here.
It was as if there was a demon between heaven and earth. He drew his sword from its scabbard, and whatever the sword pointed at, he was invincible.
"Purple Moon Valley, this is Purple Moon Valley!"
Wang Changqing shouted excitedly.
Everyone's expressions changed when they heard this.
Their eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. No one could have imagined that the secret realm of Purple Moon Valley, which only existed in legends and had once created Shifang City for a glorious era, would appear in front of them.
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"This is really Ziyue Valley, this is really Ziyue Valley."