Yang Fengcheng is an old city with a long history in the world of cultivation, but its strength is very average. It belongs to the kind where there are golden elixir-level monks who protect the place by name, but not a single golden elixir-level monk will stay here.
In the evening, the monks in this city all looked in the same direction, with their mouths hanging open.
There, large pieces of purple smoke rose into the sky, and half of the sky was covered by purple clouds.
Seeing this situation, the knowledgeable person immediately yelled.
"I'm going! Purple energy is coming from the east! This is a phenomenon that would only occur when the disciples of Zixia Holy Land were practicing!"
As a result, a large number of monks swarmed in that direction, but in the end they discovered that the source of the purple energy was actually a large thorn forest.
If these monks were not afraid of ordinary thorns, the key point is that this thorns are not ordinary thorns. They sting and are poisonous, and no one is willing to get close to them.
But when I think that there may be people with inheritance from Zixia Holy Land inside these thorns, these people are not afraid of these poisonous thorns.
But the key is to pass through this thorn forest, which is a super dangerous valley!
Unlike other places where dangers and opportunities coexist, this valley is called Ghost Demon Valley, and it is full of dangers. If you are not careful at all, you will enter very dangerous terrain.
If you walk through thorns, you may be exposed to the toxins on the thorns and become delirious.
If you enter the Ghost Valley in a state of unconsciousness, you will definitely die!
As a result, almost all the monks were in trouble. The monks in the Qi Refining Stage simply lay down without thinking about how to get in.
Not to mention anything else, they can't even get through this thorny patch of thorns. If they force their way through, they will die on the spot!
So they watched the show outside.
The rest of the foundation-building monks looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, a lot of dumbfounded young people came out. Without saying a word, they turned on their spiritual energy to protect their bodies and rushed in.
Most of them are casual cultivators who are very eager for cultivation resources. They are so eager that they will try it even if it means their own lives.
For them, cultivation is not only a competition of talent and resources, but also a competition of luck!
Listening to the miserable wailing of the first group of people, the rest of the people couldn't hold it in anymore. If it takes a while and the news spreads, then there may be powerful people in the golden elixir stage coming to snatch it from them!
Those who had some strength ran inside one after another.
But after passing through this thorn forest, they were dumbfounded.
Because they had only heard of a valley in this thorn forest before, and had no idea about the valley. Now after traveling through it, they realized that this is not a valley, it is clearly a cliff!
Looking from top to bottom, it was so dark below that they couldn't see the bottom at all, but looking at the dots of purple air filling the valley, they all understood that the purple air might have come from inside the valley.
A monk used a spell to shoot a beam of light downwards, only to see that the light was immediately swallowed up by endless darkness.
This kind of difficulty can only stump the incompetent. These people are casual cultivators. Although they are the monks with the lowest status in the world of cultivation, they are far more knowledgeable than those disciples in the sect who only know how to practice.
Who knows what they have gone through in order to reach the foundation building stage. Faced with such difficulties, if they retreat, they will not reach the foundation building stage!
Everyone took out the original and saw that strange elixirs and talismans appeared one after another, and magical weapons one after another, trying their best to reach the legendary Ghost Demon Valley.
But after arriving at the Ghost Demon Valley, they were dumbfounded, because the Ghost Demon Valley seemed a little different from the rumors.
I had only heard before that there were many dangerous places in the Ghost Valley. You might be in danger if you are not careful, but as long as you are careful, you will be fine.
But for some reason, there is an extra layer of white fog in Youmo Valley today.
This mist cannot be dispelled with spiritual energy, and it blocks their eyes and consciousness, making them somewhat confused.
There were three monks groping in the fog. Like the other monks, they finally realized something was not right.
It was as if someone had deliberately led them here so they could catch a turtle in a urn.
People are like this. If a person sees purple smoke and comes to the thorn forest, he may think carefully about whether to go through it and whether it may be a trap.
But when a group of people came to the edge of the thorn forest, what they were thinking about was whether the others would get there first and be the first to find the inheritor of the Zixia Holy Land to receive the reward.
The problems they think about are different, and the things they do are different, so these monks only realize the problem when they arrive in the valley.
But at this point, there is no use in realizing the problem. They will only deceive themselves and try not to think about the bad side.
The same is almost true for these three monks. They are good friends and have agreed in advance that if they really find the inheritance or inheritor of Zixia Holy Land, they will share what they get.
Suddenly, they saw a figure flashing through the white smoke, and it seemed to have a little purple light.
And behind this figure, there seemed to be several people chasing him.
"There! Someone seems to have run there! And he seems to be carrying the legendary purple energy! It seems that he has been discovered by other monks, and several monks are chasing him!"
One of the three monks pointed in the direction where the figure disappeared and shouted, immediately attracting the attention of the other two.
They were about to chase in that direction, but one person stopped.
"That's wrong! If there really is an inheritor of Zixia Holy Land, why would that person go out to attract other people's attention if he doesn't find a place to hide?"
The monks who came here had basically passed through the poisonous thorns, and their consciousness was more or less unclear.
Being able to analyze calmly in this situation shows that this monk still has some brains.
As a result, his analysis did not attract the attention of the other two monks at all.
"What are you thinking about? With so many of us coming down, he must be thinking of escaping! Go quickly! Otherwise, we won't even know if someone catches him!"
After hearing this, there was no more strange sound, and the three people ran in that direction.
The more the three of them ran, the less conscious they became. The fog around them became larger and larger, and the visual distance became smaller and smaller.
Finally, a monk suddenly stopped while running. He found that something was sucking his ankle, and he could not break free no matter what.
Looking around again, his two friends were already gone.
He wanted to shout, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't scream no matter how hard he called.
Fear finally made him regain some clarity. His eyes widened, as if he had thought of something, he immediately took out a mirror from his storage bag.
This mirror is a fifth-grade magic weapon, left behind by his ancestor who was in the Golden Core stage.
Although his sect has long since declined, and his successor has become a casual cultivator, this magical weapon that can illuminate reality has been passed down from generation to generation.
After using his spiritual power to activate the mirror, he saw a scene that would shock him for ten thousand years.
I saw a huge swamp beneath me. The liquid in the swamp was constantly spitting bubbles upwards. As the bubbles burst, white mist would be released.
At the same time, there was a large circle around the monks who were trapped here.
They are confused, at a loss, and don't know what to do.
There was another person standing outside the swamp, holding two spiritual talismans in his hands. The interaction between the spiritual talismans was emitting a purple gas.
Scammed!
Everyone was deceived!
The person standing outside the swamp is Xia Po's puppet during the Qi refining stage.
He showed a disdainful smile that only Xia Po could show, turned around and headed in another direction.