Outside the fire area, there are hundreds of knights guarding Ji Ziyue. Ye Fan expected that Hua Yunfei would not act rashly and leave a flaw if he was so scheming.
Ji Ziyue stood quietly in front of the solitary grave, like a fairy in the sky who accidentally fell into the mortal world, like a thin cloud covering the bright moon, like a gentle breeze blowing a jade flower, a collection of spirit and beauty.
As the breeze blew by, red flames rose in the first layer of fire.
At this moment, the small golden lake between Ye Fan's eyebrows was as deep as an abyss, and his spiritual consciousness emerged, condensing into a filament, and said: "The man in sackcloth who chased and killed you in the past obeyed Hua Yunfei."
After completing the sound transmission with his spiritual sense, Ye Fan rushed to the depths of the fire area. He believed that if Ji Ziyue was on guard, it would be difficult for the other party to take advantage of it.
He went straight to the seventh layer of fire, sacrificed his own tripod, collected colorful clouds and flames, and the terrifying fire energy flowed into the tripod continuously like a stream or a river.
He was about to leave, and he wanted to prepare some means to save his life. He didn't temper the tripod, but just put it in it, and put it in the sea of wheels, and it wouldn't bring him any harm.
In the end, the five-color cloud flames completely filled the tripod, and there was no space left to be used. The mother of all things sealed the tripod, and Ye Fan took it into his body.
After getting away from the fire area, Ye Fan took a deep look, and then rushed to the north.
A few days later, Ye Fan received a piece of news that surprised him.
Nowadays, there are constant turmoil in the northern region, all caused by the "source", and many monks in the southern region want to try their luck.
The Yaoguang Holy Land and the Ji family had dispatched experts in batches to the Northern Territory as early as half a year ago. They stand in the world, unfathomable, and the gate of the domain is opened, and they can directly cross to the northern domain.
But it is more troublesome for casual cultivators, and it will take at least a few years to fly to the Northern Territory. For this reason, most people can only think of other ways, for example, pay a high price and go to the Northern Territory by way.
Half a month later, Ye Fan came to Xiaoyaomen. Legend has it that this place is formed by the convergence of two dragon veins. There are many peaks, like dragon bones, rolling up and down, with many strange trees and grasses, majestic yet beautiful.
In this area, it is a super power second only to the Holy Land, comparable to the Taixuan Sect, and now it is entering its heyday, and there are many masters in the sect.
Ye Fan came here for the purpose of "smuggling". According to what he has learned, as long as he pays a high price, he can use their domain gate to cross the void.
Outside the mountain gate, there were thousands of people waiting.
"Brother, you are so young, do you want to go to the Northern Territory to try your luck?" a big man with a beard asked.
"Yes, I want to give it a go." Ye Fan replied.
"The journey is long, and the Northern Territory is dangerous. At such a young age, it's best not to take risks." A skinny old man advised.
There are more than a thousand people, male and female, and their cultivation levels are hard to tell, and they are uneven.
The mountain gate opened wide, and several monks walked out. The leader was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and erratic steps.
"Let me tell you, everyone, you are really lucky. This may be the last time. Because, after the headmaster left the test, he was very unhappy to learn all this."
There was a burst of discussion among the crowd, and many people were very happy.
Everyone stepped forward one after another, and without the yellow-faced man saying anything, they presented treasures one after another. It was impossible to cross the void without paying a huge price.
"Cultivator Mingquan's weapon, is this also available?" The yellow-faced middle-aged man glanced contemptuously, and directly rejected the first monk.
"Senior, please forgive me." The cultivator begged again and again, "This is a weapon that I have sacrificed for more than ten years, and it is already the most precious artifact in my body."
"Even if you have been sacrificed for a hundred years, it is useless. Let alone you, even the weapons tempered by monks in the other side realm, if they are ordinary things, we will not accept them." The yellow-faced middle-aged man showed contempt.
The cultivator was very unwilling, but he didn't dare to say anything more, and retreated sullenly.
The second monk presented a bronze mirror, full of antiquity, but with some flaws, there were three cracks on it.
"We don't accept this kind of defective products!"
"This is a weapon sacrificed by the top monks of the Taoist Palace. It is extremely powerful." The monk explained carefully.
"No matter how good a weapon is, if it has a fatal crack, it is already a waste product. What is its use? Even if it is warmed up for hundreds of years, it will not recover." The yellow-faced middle-aged man showed an impatient look, and waved him away. .
"A piece of red moon fruit!" The third monk stepped forward and presented a jade box. After opening it, a bright red fruit was revealed, shaped like a crescent moon, with a crystal-clear color and a tangy aroma.
The yellow-faced middle-aged man showed a hint of greed in his eyes. He closed the jade box with a "snap" and said, "The rare spiritual fruit can pass through."
"A piece of Ziyao Copper Essence!"
When several people in a row failed to pass, the ninth person presented a piece of copper, which shone a little bit.
"It's really Ziyao Copper Essence. Famous people who have cultivated to the third secret realm need this kind of refining material the most. They can pass it." The yellow-faced middle-aged man's eyes were hot, and he reluctantly handed over the copper essence to the people around him, so that the monks passed.
If you want to borrow a way here, you have to pay a huge price, and most of the treasures and elixir offered by people are not accepted.
"You can't go directly to the Northern Territory, and you have to pay such a sky-high price!" The people who couldn't pass were very dissatisfied, and there were discussions on the sidelines.
Except for the Holy Land, no sect can directly cross to the Northern Territory. Even so, there are still many casual cultivators who come here to make an excuse.
When it was Ye Fan's turn, he took out a piece of magic iron like suet white jade, but with big longan eyes, the yellow-faced middle-aged man jumped up suddenly, his eyes were full of greed, and tremblingly said: "Is... Is it... the legendary divine iron?"
The small piece of iron was as white as jade, which attracted many people's attention. The yellow-faced middle-aged man held it in his hand, looked at it repeatedly, and finally sighed, saying: "Unfortunately, it has been refined and abandoned, and the spirit has been lost. What a waste of money! "
"Senior, is this piece of iron worth enough?" Ye Fan asked.
This is the divine iron that Taoist Wu Ya smelted and discarded. Although he did not enter the eighth layer of fire, he sacrificed his own cauldron and spent a lot of effort to get those snow-white iron pieces out.
After careful observation, he felt that it was indeed useless, the essence contained in it was almost dried up, and it was no longer a peerless rarity.
"Do you still have such magic iron?" the yellow-faced middle-aged man asked Ye Fan.
Ye Fan shook his head and said, "How could I have such a magical iron? I got it in an ancient cave by chance."
The yellow-faced middle-aged man felt very sorry, his sallow face was cloudy and uncertain, and said: "Although it is useless, it is still a treasure. If you join the famous refiner, you can improve the quality. You will pass."
Half an hour later, it was completely over, and there were only more than 400 of the more than 1,000 casual cultivators left, all of whom paid a sky-high price.
"You come here in three days, don't wait when it's over." The middle-aged man Huanglian asked them to leave a mark, and after saying this, he got up and walked towards the mountain gate.
Crossing the void is not an easy task. Dao patterns must be carved carefully without any flaws, otherwise accidents may occur. So many casual cultivators came here to make excuses, Xiaoyaomen did not dare to take it lightly, and it would take several days to prepare each time.
"Brother Huang, stay safe." A few figures descended from the sky.
The yellow-faced middle-aged man was surnamed Huang, which matched his complexion very well. Hearing this, he turned around, smiled, and said, "It turns out that he is a handsome man from the Ji family. Are you here to check again?"
"We are not Junjie, we are just running errands." One of the young people stepped forward and said, "We have to do what we are ordered to do."
The yellow-faced middle-aged man smiled very politely, and said: "All the people who are going to cross the void this time are here. There are absolutely no big monsters. If you don't believe me, come and see for yourself."
In the past few months, the Ji family has swept across the southern region with rage, they have not been able to kill the Peacock King and Taoist Crow, and have killed dozens of big monsters in a row.
"Brother Huang, don't get me wrong, we're just wandering around." Even the Ji family didn't want to offend such a powerful force as Xiaoyaomen.
Several young people from the Ji family swept through the hundreds of people one by one, but they didn't find the evil spirit, so they cupped their hands and left.
Ye Fan was ready to fight, and he was relieved when he saw this.
Afterwards, the crowd dispersed, and Ye Fan didn't leave quickly, he avoided encountering several members of Ji's family.
"Little friend, stay here." Just after more than ten miles away, a sound transmission came from behind, and the yellow-faced middle-aged man with a smirk on his face chased after him.
"Senior, is there something wrong?" Ye Fan asked calmly.
"Little friend, don't you really have that kind of iron like suet jade?" The yellow-faced middle-aged man stared at him.
"I just picked up a piece in an ancient cave."
"That's right, you can't get such a rare thing with your cultivation base." The yellow-faced middle-aged man nodded and said, "Take me to that ancient cave to have a look."
Ye Fan frowned suddenly, and said: "That ancient cave is too far away, and it is difficult to reach it after flying for several days, and it is difficult for the younger generation to obey."
The face of the yellow-faced middle-aged man sank, and he said, "I just let you lead the way, don't you want to go to the Northern Territory?"
This is a real villain, an unabashed threat.
"I will cross the void in three days. If I take my senior there, I will definitely miss the opportunity." Ye Fan replied calmly.
"If you take me there, there will be another chance next time."
Ye Fan felt contemptuous in his heart, it was obviously just his last chance, this guy is really shameless.
Seeing that Ye Fan didn't speak, the yellow-faced middle-aged man looked gloomy and said, "That kind of magic iron is very important to me, you must take me there today."
"I'm really at a loss for what to do." Ye Fan refused.
"You don't have to drink the toast!" The yellow-faced middle-aged man said solemnly, "Don't force me to do it."
Ye Fan has been covering up his divine power fluctuations, only manifested in the realm of Fate Spring, he sensed that the other party should be at the peak of the other side, nodded immediately, and said: "Okay, I will lead the way." After that, he went straight forward fly away.
The yellow-faced middle-aged man put away his murderous intent, nodded in satisfaction, showed a fake smile, and said, "That's right, I won't treat you badly."
Seeing that there was no one around, Ye Fan flew forward for dozens of miles, and then stood in the air.
"Why stop?" The yellow-faced middle-aged man looked unhappy, and the killing intent emerged again.
"Send you on your way!" Ye Fan replied.
The remnants of the Void Mahamudra emerged, and the big black hands covered the void, covering the sky and covering the earth.
"Snapped!"
The yellow-faced middle-aged man was smashed into the air without even making a sound. For such a villain, Ye Fan didn't want to get entangled with him, he just slapped him to death.
In the distant sky, several people changed their colors at the same time. They were the young disciples of the Ji family who left not long ago, and they immediately let out a cry of surprise.
"The fluctuation of the Mahamudra of the Void!"
"No, it's not the authentic Mahamudra of the Void, its strength is chaotic!"
Three days later, Ye Fan came to Xiaoyaomen again and entered this big sect together with those hundreds of people.
The two dragon veins meet, and the strange peaks stand side by side, majestic and graceful at the same time.
Hundreds of people were led into a valley, where the terrain was open, and a huge altar was built, which was the place to open the domain gate.
"Everyone, I wish you a smooth journey!" An elder from Xiaoyaomen said loudly.
Hundreds of people climbed onto the high platform one after another, and are about to open the domain gate and cross the void.
Ye Fan let out a sigh of relief, and finally left the Southern Region to get rid of all troubles.
"Slow down!" At this moment, loud shouts came from outside Xiaoyaomen, and dozens of people flew over quickly.
The domain door was not opened, and those figures arrived in a blink of an eye.
Most of these dozens of people are old people, all of them are hale and hearty, exuding a palpitating aura, and their vitality is as vigorous as the ocean, they are by no means ordinary masters.
Next to it, several elders from Xiaoyaomen accompanied them and flew here together.
"Everyone, forgive me." These people were also very polite, and they were not overbearing. They clasped their fists at everyone, especially the elders of the Xiaoyaomen who kept apologizing.
Ye Fan's face turned green at that time, people from the Ji family came, there were more than 20 old people, and among them he saw an acquaintance... Ji Hui.
Of course, what surprised Ye Fan the most was that the old man in the center was as empty as an abyss, as deep as an ocean, and unfathomable.
"Couldn't this be a big shot?" Ye Fan felt that something was wrong.
"Are you Senior Ji Changkong?" A celebrity from Xiaoyaomen stepped forward and looked at the old man in the middle of Ji's house with a puzzled expression.
"It's old age."
The people from Xiaoyaomen looked surprised, and one of them said: "I heard that senior Ji Changkong has retired for decades, and I don't want you to be born again. Come to my Xiaoyaomen, and I will report to the head teacher."
"There's no need for that, I'll leave right away." The old man in the middle pleaded guilty again and explained.
When the Ji family discovered the traces of Taoist Crow, not only did the holy master of the Ji family come out in person, but also dispatched a total of six elders to kill the old Taoist priest.
Ji Changkong was one of the Supreme Elders. When they passed by this place, they got a report that an unnamed monk had performed a remnant Void Mahamudra here.
This made everyone in the Ji family have a bad premonition. They had been suspecting that Ye Fan might have passed the Great Void Technique to the Peacock King and other monster monks.
Upon hearing the news, they stopped halfway to take a look. When the Xiaoyao faction opened the domain gate, they immediately thought of a lot and came quickly.
"I'll just take a look, and I'll leave right away." The elder of the Ji family, with lightning-like eyes, scanned the crowd in person.
Ye Fan secretly groaned, how to escape in this Xiaoyaomen? There are restrictions on all sides, and everyone in the Ji family even blocked the direction of the mountain gate, which completely chilled his heart.