Liu Mang knew that he was showing off his knowledge so that he could feel that his money was not wasted. He was too lazy to listen to this, so he waved his hand to interrupt the storyteller's bragging and said: "Just focus on the key points.
Seeing that Liu Mang did not follow his own example, the storyteller felt slightly embarrassed. He cleared his throat and continued: "Seven thousand miles north of Heyang City, there is a Tongtian River, and it flows down the Tongtian River. Three thousand miles is a deep valley. If you go six thousand miles east from the deep valley, you will find the general location of Datongtian Valley. I only know so much. As for whether you can find it smoothly, it depends on your luck. Got it
Liu Mang nodded, said thank you, stood up and left.
"Wait!" Suddenly the storyteller stopped him.
"What's wrong? Is there anything else you want to add?" Liu Mang turned back and looked at the storyteller.
The storyteller fumbled around for a long time and took out a small mirror, which he threw to Liu Mang. Liu Mang took it in his hand and was a little confused: "What is this?"
The storyteller smiled and said: "The location of Datongtian Valley is not very specific, and I can't give you so much money for free. This is a treasure passed down from our ancestors. It is called a streamer mirror. It is said that it can withstand all attacks in a short period of time, but As a person with no strength in my hands, I don’t have enough energy to activate it, and it’s of no use holding it, so I might as well give it to you.
In fact, this mirror was just a bargain he bought from a street stall. At the time, he thought it looked strange and planned to use it to bluff people into making money. There was nothing wrong with giving it to Liu Mang. On the contrary, it made him look very generous.
Liu Mang said thank you, then put away the mirror and continued walking out.
But when he walked to the door, he stopped, and seemed to say to everyone: "Sometimes it is better for people to speak less. There is a saying that disease comes from the mouth, and disaster comes from the mouth.
After saying this, without seeing him take any action, a strong wind suddenly blew up from the ground, and the tables, chairs, benches, teapots and cups in the hall were clattering together.
Immediately afterwards, an invisible energy passed through the crowd, and with a Kacha sound, the screen behind the storyteller shattered into powder all over the floor.
Liu Mang left without looking back, leaving everyone in the hall dumbfounded.
Before going to Datongtian Valley, Liu Mang walked around the city several times and prepared some necessary supplies. After all, they said that Datongtian Valley was full of crises. If he went in without preparation, he would undoubtedly be seeking death.
After a day, the supplies were almost ready, and Liu Mang embarked on the journey to Datongtian Valley.
Such a distance was not very far for his cultivation. It only took him one day to reach Tongtian River. After passing Tongtian River, he still had 6,000 miles to go. In order to save his strength, he rented A boat goes down the Tongtian River.
This slowed down the speed, but it also gave him just enough time to formulate a plan.
By the time he finished studying the plan, it was already late at night. Liu Mang put on his clothes and came to the deck.
The starry sky was bright tonight. Looking at the stars in the sky, Liu Mang suddenly missed the people of the Holy Fire Cult. This was his first time traveling alone. He didn't know how his adoptive father and the others were doing.
"Brother, I haven't slept yet." The boatman on duty at night started chatting when he saw Liu Mang.
"Oh." Liu Mang responded, "I'm not sleepy yet."
The boatman stopped what he was doing and said, "But brother, why did you come all the way to a place like that where birds don't poop?"
Liu Mang felt a little cold, he tightened his clothes and said, "I'm going to see an old friend.
"Old friend?"
The boatman wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Liu Mang: "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, I'm going to bed."
The boatman felt bored and started working again. Liu Mang turned around and returned to the cabin.
After many days of long journey, Liu Mang finally arrived at the place where the storyteller mentioned.
This is a desolate Gobi desert. It can be said that no bird poops and no grass grows.
Liu Mang glanced around and found no clues.
He thought for a while and flew to the high school. The field of vision was much better at high altitude. He saw that the land thousands of miles to the north was covered in fog and he couldn't see anything clearly. Under the scorching sun, there was such a heavy fog. There must be something fishy about this place.
Liu Mang decided to go and find out.
The distance of a thousand miles is only a few feet for Liu Mang's speed.
But when the fog was still about two hundred miles away, Liu Mang felt something was wrong.
There seemed to be a bit more chill in the air. He felt that his body was getting heavier and heavier in the air, and the resistance to flight was getting bigger and bigger. After advancing another hundred miles, the air became thicker, and he felt like It's like moving forward in the water, and the body becomes extremely heavy.
Liu Mang had to fall to the ground.
The fog was very thick. Even if Liu Mang used his true energy to bless his eyes, he still couldn't see what was behind the fog.
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His feet became even heavier, and Liu Mang, who was relatively light in weight, could hardly walk without taking one step at a time.
It seems that I have really found the right place.
The closer he got to the mist, the greater the pressure felt. Liu Mang did not dare to neglect. He no longer conserved his strength and opened the Qi shield to wrap himself up.
Liu Mang walked the remaining hundred miles for more than two hours. When he came to the edge of the fog, his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.
Liu Mang couldn't help but secretly thought in his heart: "Is this the restriction that Mr. Storyteller mentioned? It's amazing!" What Liu Mang didn't know was that there was only one kind of restriction that could achieve this effect, and that was the anti-air restriction. , the higher the altitude you are at, the greater the impact will be. If you are not strong enough to enter rashly, you may even be in danger of exploding and dying.
This mist was very strange, and its edges were very clear, as if it felt like it was being pulled up from the ground. Liu Mang stood outside, took a deep breath, and finally walked in slowly.
The moment he entered the mist, Liu Mang felt his body light up. The oppressive feeling disappeared instantly, but was replaced by a chilling air.
The power of that energy was so great that Liu Mang was unprepared and was almost knocked over. It took a lot of effort for him to stand firm.
Liu Mang wiped the sweat from his forehead and couldn't help but thought to himself: It seems that we really can't relax here for even a quarter of an hour.
The visibility in the fog was very low, and Liu Mang could only see about one step in front of him. Liu Mang opened his own Qi barrier. Although the range of his barrier was not particularly large, he could feel more than his own eyes in this environment.