Zhou Zixiu looked at the lilac miasma that was getting closer and closer, in Xia Ling'er's words, this guy is crazy!

Not to mention whether he could find the objects left at that time, even the Firmament Spirit Master didn't dare to say that he could survive in the central area, no one knew what was in it, Han Guqing's behavior was really looking for death!

Zhou Zixiu saw the strange beasts close to the central area falling from the sky one after another: "Han Guqing, isn't he afraid of things in the central area!"

Xia Ling'er stared at the spreading lilac miasma and pondered, "Could it be that those old things in the Baihua Hall have already developed an elixir to resist the mist of the Drunken Dream Valley?"

She shook her head again: "No, no, if those old things in the Baihua Hall can resist the central area of the Drunken Dream Valley, their temperament will never let go of the opportunity to go and explore, how can they let Liu Ruomei come here." ”

"Xia Ling'er, the miasma is coming, don't we retreat!" Zhou Zixiu shouted.

"Retreat first!" After speaking, a huge chain appeared under Xia Ling'er's feet, holding an oil-paper umbrella and flying backwards with a slight touch at his feet.

Zhou Zixiu drew an arc in the air and turned back, the upheaval of the Drunken Dream Valley continued, the peaks towering in the valley continued to move backwards, the highest eighteen solitary peaks, with the central area as the center of the circle, continued to expand the range, and those lilac mist gushed unscrupulously in the expanded range.

It is the Xiqing City of the Mufeng Festival, the celebration activities spread to every lane, they celebrate while looking at the misty Drunken Dream Valley Mountains, the coming year will be a good year of abundance, at this moment, there is a huge sound in the Drunken Dream Valley, and the white mist gushes out like an incomparably huge column of air, soaring into the sky.

"Good !!," the people in Xiqing City shouted as they watched this scene.

Countless locals even knelt on the ground to thank the heavens for their blessings, and the autumn sun shone on them through the thick white mist, which was peaceful.

"Hell, what the hell is going on!" the sect disciples in the Valley of Drunken Dreams watched in horror at the changes in the valley.

The area circled by the eighteen main peaks continued to expand outwards until it occupied two-thirds of the canyon, and the lilac mist in it thinned out as the area expanded.

"So that's the case! So that's the case! How did Han Guqing know? Ling Wu Yuan Ling Wu Yuan, what the hell is going on?" Xia Ling'er, who was beside Zhou Zixiu, trembled, like jealousy and like irrepressible excitement!

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zixiu wondered.

"Although the Valley of Drunken Dreams is very large, it can almost be compared to the jurisdiction of a city, it is divided into three layers, except for the miasma and the scarce mist, there is no other unobvious periphery, the mist is gradually thickening, the beasts are active in the middle area and the extremely dangerous central area, the range of the three layers is the largest in the middle area, the periphery only occupies a part of the outer mountain range, and the central area is the smallest and not even the size of a city. Xia Linger explained.

"If this is the case, if a large number of strong people pour in, find out that something is wrong, and want to escape from the Ascension Heaven, it is absolutely impossible for no one to get out of the Drunken Dream Valley, and there is not even one to deliver the news. ”

"Look at the dozen or so lonely peaks, it's like an enchantment, framing the central area in it, which means that the Drunken Dream Valley we usually see is actually incomplete, the central area is a space that has been sealed by people with secret techniques!" Xia Ling'er landed on a low peak and said excitedly, "No wonder there are rumors that the Drunken Dream Valley is the inheritance of the powerful!"

Hearing this, Zhou Zixiu looked at the central area that expanded to two-thirds of the Drunken Dream Valley, the dark clouds were dense above, and thunder and lightning fell from time to time, and the five lakes of different colors below, those thunderbolts were like dragons jumping up from the lake, rolling in the dark clouds and then falling into the lake, where the eighteen solitary peaks were originally located, each with an erected bronze coffin slowly rising.

These coffins are carved with dragons and phoenixes, bound by thick chains that connect to the ground.

"Such a big array, breathtaking!" Han Guqing stood on top of a lonely peak and sighed, flipped his hand and sacrificed a treasure seal, and shouted at the lilac shrouded area, "Three Sons must be Fang Tianyin, protect my Ling Wu Wan Ancient Soul!"

The treasure seal hung high in the air, Han Guqing waited with his hands, but except for the endless thunder in the central area, there was nothing to respond to him, Han Guqing raised his hands again: "Junior, Han Guqing, on the order of the teacher, welcome all the seniors home!"

After a while, there was still no response, Liu Ruomei stood beside him and saw this talented young man, his body trembled slightly, and his shoulders seemed to be bent, like a down-and-out child who no one cared about.

"Junior Han Guqing, the seventy-second generation chief disciple of Lingwu Academy, on the order of the master, welcome all the ancestors home!" Han Guqing lowered his head and his eyes were red, "The junior is late......"

In the area shrouded in lilac miasma, three rays of essence light rose to the sky, and a sigh came out faintly: "What's the trouble with this, for the sake of a few remnants, I, Ling Wu Yuan, want to fold a Heavenly Vertical Talent in this Drunken Dream Valley?"

Then two more rays of light lit up, reflecting each other with the Fang Tianyin in the sky, guiding Han Guqing the way.

"That's it, let's do it......"

The words dissipated, and a sword light rose into the sky, Han Gu blushed and glanced at all the bright positions a few times, those were the people who entered the valley in Ling Wu Academy, and the place where that sword light was was the burial place of the strongest sword master in Ling Wu Academy.

Liu Ruomei stared blankly at the sword light that wanted to penetrate the heavens and the earth, her heart shook beyond measure, she was not from Ling Wuyuan, she couldn't hear that sigh, and she couldn't see other lights, only that sword light was deep into her heart, how strong a person had to be in life to still be able to emit such a powerful sword intent thousands of years after death.

Zhou Zixiu held the long sword tightly in his left hand and stared at the sword light that rose to the sky, as if there was an invisible power pressing on his heart, pressing him out of breath.

Xia Ling'er slapped his chest fiercely, and was shocked and flew out upside down, holding on to the ground to protrude a mouthful of blood.

"Don't look at that sword light!" Xia Ling'er said, "Your realm is not enough, but you will be injured by the sword intent, I didn't expect that person to help Han Guqing hone his sword heart, regardless of his own soul, after today, if Han Guqing walks out of the Drunken Dream Valley, he will definitely become a generation of kendo masters!"

Zhou Zixiu took a healing pill, and his luck was adjusted: "Why are you okay?"

"I don't practice swords. Xia Ling'er said, "You can be influenced, which proves that your kendo has already started!"

"Really?"

Xia Ling'er saw that Zhou Zixiu, who said these two words, was like a child who had eaten candy, and her face was filled with irrepressible joy.