Near a small valley covered with vines, a ball of white light is flying towards here from a distance. In the white light, on a spirit bird as white as snow, a beautiful and gentle woman in green shirt sat on it.
In a blink of an eye, the spirit bird reached the sky above Xiaogu like lightning, and then retracted its wings and swooped down. Seeing that she was about to plunge headfirst into the densely packed vines below, the woman raised her hand and uttered a magic formula. Suddenly, the green light flickered below, and the vines suddenly disappeared, but a green light curtain emerged. The woman in the green shirt pushed her body down without any hesitation, a white light flashed, and she disappeared into the light curtain in an instant.
Under the light curtain, there is another world. Six monks in green shirts are sitting in a pentagonal magic circle in the middle of the small valley. This magic circle is not big, only six or seven feet long. Five people sat cross-legged at the five corners of the circle, and a spiritual light flickered on the edge of the circle, while an old man with a long beard sat in the middle with his eyes closed.
Suddenly the old man opened his eyes and looked up to the sky, only to see a ball of white light falling slowly, and after a while, the woman in green shirt came to the old man and gave a salute.
"Disciple see Master, now that the miasma in the mountain range has faded away, many monks have already gone to the Valley of Falling Demons." The woman in the green shirt said respectfully with her head bowed.
"Has the Ghost Spirit Gate started?" the long-bearded old man twisted his beard and asked slowly. "Most people from Ghost Spirit Sect haven't left yet, but a few disciples took a step first." The woman thought for a while and replied cautiously.
"Hmph! Since the old guys from Ghost Spirit Sect haven't left yet, we don't need to be in a hurry. As long as we keep an eye on their elders, we won't make any mistakes. Nephew Han, continue to monitor their movements. If there is any change, report back immediately." The long-bearded old man ordered calmly.
"Yes, disciple will set off now." The woman in green shirt accepted the order without hesitation. Then she saluted the old man again, stepped onto the spirit bird, flew into the air, and soon rushed out of the light curtain and disappeared.
The old man stared at the disappearing back of the woman in the green shirt, his eyes flickered, showing a hint of thought, but his expression immediately returned to normal. And the five male and female monks around the magic circle, from the time the woman in the green shirt appeared, to the time the woman left, all of them remained motionless with no expression on their faces, like wooden figures.
The long-bearded old man seemed to be accustomed to this situation, without any surprise, he closed his eyes again.
On the top of the tall mountain, a 50-60-year-old gray-robed Taoist priest stood straight on a rock, facing the fierce wind, this person squinted his eyes slightly in the direction of Falling Demon Valley. Standing behind him were two tall figures, one red and one blue, about two feet tall. But after a little closer inspection, one can see that the two figures with green faces and fangs, expressionless, are actually two mechanism puppets with the appearance of evil ghosts.
The Taoist priest looked back at the two puppets, and after a flash of complacency flashed across his face, he muttered to himself. "With the help of these two ancient puppets who are comparable to Nascent Soul monks, the trip to Fall into the Devil's Valley must be very fruitful." After saying this, the Taoist raised his hands and typed out two magic formulas. Immediately, the two evil ghost puppets shrank sharply, and flew into the big sleeve, and then the Taoist priest turned into a red light and flew through the air, in the direction of the valley of falling into the devil.
At another high altitude, three long rainbows flew side by side, and in the light, two old men and a woman flew towards Falling Demon Valley.
If Han Li saw these three people, he would immediately be shocked. Because two of the three were people he knew. One of the old men in yellow robes with a scorched face was none other than Patriarch Linghu of Huangfenggu, and the woman in white clothes with a pale face and a cold expression next to him was actually the great elder of the Moon Sect, Nangong Wan's senior sister.
The only old man that Han Li didn't know had tall brows and deep frame, a snub nose and a big mouth, and his appearance was very strange.
The three of them were silent, they just kept their heads on their way, and the dazzling brilliance of the escape light swept across the air, turning into three light spots, and disappeared in an instant.
The same situation happened from time to time near the Wanling Mountains, and many monks were full of confidence in their trip to Falling Devil Valley.
At this time, Han Li had also rushed to the vicinity of Fallen Demon Valley. On a mound more than ten miles away from the entrance, he calmly looked towards the direction of Falling Demon Valley, groaning silently.
At this time, there is no need to detect it with spiritual sense, and it is known that there are as many as a thousand monks gathered within a radius of tens of miles, and there are many old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage hiding in it. These old monsters may not be as advanced as the three major cultivators, but when it comes to the weirdness and difficulty of secret arts and supernatural powers, none of them are easy to deal with. And Han Li was not so conceited that he thought that except for the three major monks and Master Mulan, the rest of the people had nothing to fear. A negligence would also give his life to this place.
While thinking about it, Han Li looked at the entrance of Falling Demon Valley from time to time. If it wasn't for the fact that all the monks had gathered here from the very beginning, Han Li couldn't have believed that such an ordinary mountain gap was the entrance to Falling Demon Valley, but above the entrance, there were billowing gray clouds, a surge of aura, and many strange omens. It made people's hearts tremble when they saw it.
From the outside, the entrance is only more than ten feet wide. Han Li penetrated into the mouth of the valley with his spiritual sense and probed it a little. As a result, his spiritual sense only penetrated more than a hundred feet into the mouth of the valley, and was blocked by an inexplicable restriction that appeared in the valley. , did not see the so-called space crack.
Although Han Li could rely on the strength of his divine sense to break through forcefully, but faced with such a dangerous place as the Valley of Fallen Demons, he hesitated for a moment, and cautiously withdrew his divine sense. Afterwards, Han Li sat cross-legged on the mound, closed his eyes and settled down.
Time passed little by little, and half a day later, Han Li's spiritual sense sensed that more and more monks gathered here, and there were a few auras among them, which were vaguely familiar, and they should be people he knew.
After a little thought in Han Li's mind, he identified these people one by one, but his brows frowned.
At this moment, a startled and angry voice suddenly came from nearby: "Mulan people are here! It's Mulan Fashi, they really want to go into the valley to search for treasures."
As the sound fell, there was a commotion at the entire entrance. Han Li also trembled in his heart. He opened his eyes and saw a strange flying car in the sky not far away, flying towards here unhurriedly.
The body of this car is much larger than ordinary flying cars. It is tapered and more than twenty feet long. Its surface is shiny silver and imprinted with densely packed talismans. It is not ordinary at first glance. And in the car, there were more than a dozen immortal cultivators dressed in Mulan's costumes, who else could they be if they were not Mulan priests!
Seeing this situation, Han Li showed a look of surprise on his face. Although he had heard rumors that the Mulan people would also be in this troubled water before, he always thought it was unlikely.
After all, although the Mulan people made peace, there were many casualties on both sides in the border battle. The Mulan people and many sects had a deep enmity. Without hundreds of years of subtle influence, this enmity is not so easy to resolve. untie.
Under such circumstances, it's really inconceivable that the Mulan people dared to go deep into the hinterland of Tiannan and enter the Fallen Devil Valley to search for treasures. Could it be that they didn't shoot the monk who was eager for revenge, and plotted behind his back
When Han Li was wondering, a huge flying car flew into the air at the entrance, and the faces of the people in the car could be clearly seen with the naked eye.
Han Li's eyes turned to the faces of the two leaders, and he felt a little bit stunned. Since these two people led the team, there was no need for ordinary monks to seek revenge from them. However, Han Li was still a little puzzled as to how the three major monks in Tiannan would allow them to come here.
The two priests standing at the front of the speeding car, one man and one woman, are Confucian scholars named Zhong and a woman surnamed Le who is in charge of the ancient lamp among the divine master Mulan. Seeking revenge.
The flying car landed on a small hill not far from Han Li, and all the mages got off the car one after another. The woman surnamed Le made a tactic to shrink the speeding car and put it away.
The rest of the people stared at the entrance of Falling Devil Valley, showing a look of astonishment. It seemed that they were as surprised as Han Li.
Just when all the monks looked at each other coldly and harbored hostility towards the arrival of the Mulan people, the distant sky flickered again, and hundreds of escaping lights suddenly appeared there, flying towards here.
"It's a person from the Ghost Spirit Sect!" Someone immediately recognized the origin of these lights and shouted in a low voice. The eyes that were originally looking at Fashi Mulan suddenly turned to the sky. Han Li snorted coldly in his heart, and his eyes flickered.
The speed of these escaping lights is not too fast, they flew unhurriedly over the valley mouth, and then landed at a distance of more than a hundred feet from the entrance.
After the brilliance faded, more than a hundred monks in black shirts appeared, all of them were monks of the Ghost Spirit Sect. And the three leading monks standing in front of the monks attracted Han Li's attention. Among the three monks, the leftmost monk Han Li recognized immediately was Wang Tiangu from the Ghost Spirit Sect. Han Li's heart moved, his eyes swept away, and he found Wang Chan and Yan Ruyan in the crowd.
Wang Chan seemed to be well-equipped, and everything seemed to be normal, while Yan Ruyan, who was on the side, seemed to be not in a good mood, with a slightly haggard look.
"Could it be that the Yin Demon Slash didn't cause serious injuries to this person? Or did he reattach the severed limbs, but it's just that he couldn't see it." Han Li's mind turned quickly, and two unconfirmed answers immediately emerged.
However, with Han Li's current cultivation and reputation, Wang Chan was no longer a threat to him, so he turned his eyes and fell on the other two Nascent Soul cultivators who were leading him again.
The monk in the middle is a middle-aged man wearing a large black robe with a stern face. There is an extraordinary majesty in his expression. It can be seen that he is in power and often gives orders. On the right is a pale old man with white beard and hair, but his eagle eyes are shining brightly, and his body is full of evil spirit.
Both of these two were Nascent Soul cultivators, but their faces were very unfamiliar. They should have never participated in the border battle, but the old man was already at the mid-stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, which made Han Li take a few more glances.