After hearing Lu Fan's words, everyone looked over.
"Lu Fan, are you kidding me? We got here with great difficulty, and we have obtained part of the inheritance of Shifang City, and we don't see any danger."
"Before our eyes, there are bigger and more treasures right in front of us, within easy reach."
"You actually let us go without going in?"
Cao Qitian said coldly: "You have been blocking me since the foot of the mountain. What are your intentions?"
Most of the other members of the Guwu family chose to remain silent.
After all, they can go to the top of this mountain and discover the swordsmanship of the ten directions.
It is inseparable from Lu Fan's contribution.
But, after they have just tasted a little bit of sweetness, let them go and give up halfway?
They are reluctant to leave, and no one can part with the ancient and powerful inheritance in Shifang City.
"Can't you really see that Shifang City deliberately engraved the sword skills in this position for people who come in to observe and learn at will? In fact, it is to let you people learn this set of sword skills after arriving here.
Then leave consciously and don’t go any further.”
"This is Shifangcheng's advice to you to retreat, do you understand?"
Lu Fan shook his head and saw that everyone ignored his words and did not want to continue talking.
At that moment, Cao Qitian led the Cao family members to leave first, and hundreds of people followed behind him.
Only Song Buyu and the Song family looked at Lu Fan hesitantly: "Are we really not going?"
Even though he trusts Lu Fan so much, he still wants to go deeper and continue to dig into the secret realm of Shifang City and the treasures of Ziyue Valley.
Lu Fan smiled slightly, with a hint of joking in his eyes, "We will go in too, but not now."
At this time, Cao Qitian had already led everyone around the palace complex and came to the depths of Ziyue Valley.
The white mist of Ziyue Valley rises and fills the air, and the beautiful scenery is looming in the white mist, just like a fairyland on earth.
And Cao Qitian led everyone to stand behind the palace complex, looking at the mountain forest shrouded in thick fog, his pupils slightly contracted: "Purple Moon Valley, as the name suggests, is a valley where countless inheritances and treasures of Shifang City are buried.
, look at the valley directly ahead shrouded in white mist."
"This is the final destination of our trip!"
Everyone looked towards the valley shrouded in white mist.
Immediately, he was horrified.
After a short period of shock, I was deeply surprised!
Because this Purple Moon Valley is erected in a huge mountain range, it looks like a huge crack caused by being struck vertically by a sharp sword.
Such a crack penetrates deeply into the earth. Moreover, this crack is slanted, with one end high and the other low. The lower part seems to extend into the interior of the mountain.
All in all, a gully of unknown length and sloping downwards was opened on the steep hillside.
And when they got closer, they were deep in the mist.
You will find that in this crack, as far as the eye can see, there are rolling primeval old forests, as well as strange peaks and rocks, randomly dotted with various flowers and trees, forming a wonderful, fairyland-like picture. Look carefully.
Look, most of the flowers and trees in the forest are unnamed. They are as bright as the clouds, and when the wind blows, they carry a refreshing fragrance.
But what shocked everyone even more was that the aura filled in this valley was something they had never felt before.
"This, these white mist are not poisonous miasma, but the true energy condensed into mist!"
An old man from the family spoke with a trembling voice.
