Donglin border barren, the cliff of the sky,

A moat is like a knife and axe, and it is cut down in the air, and the border wasteland, the territory of 100,000 miles, is broken by the waist, and the abyss is thousands of feet, spanning the border wilderness of Dongling.

Beyond the moat, there is an endless solitary peak protrusion, the peak is like a sword, piercing the sky, the surrounding cliffs are as smooth as a mirror, can not be climbed, and even on this lonely peak, not even a small tree can be seen. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Below, there is an unfathomable abyss, and you can still vaguely hear the roar of the waves, and the thin mist floats on this peerless cliff.

For thousands of years, here is sparsely populated, birds are extinct, there is no trace of beasts, it can be said that it is a great danger in the rivers and lakes, there have been countless heroes of the rivers and lakes to go down to find out, but since then have never been able to come up, over time, here has become a forbidden place for everyone to fear martial arts.

At this time, Ling Zifeng was carrying the Blood God Sword on his back, standing on the edge of the barren abyss here, black clothes and black hair, fluttering in the wind, no expression could be seen on his thin face, and his cold eyes were staring at the end of the 100,000 lonely peaks.

I'm back.

Ling Zifeng sighed, it was in this place that he picked up a small life, he was seriously injured and lived a full three years of beast-like days, three years have passed in a flash, and he can't imagine that everything has returned to the original point.

Valley of Sadness,

It is said that this "Valley of Sadness" was built by Jingtian Hou Aotian thousands of years ago, and he dreamed of repeating the glory of the ancient pre-Qin dynasty all his life.

It's a pity that the world is impermanent, humanity is lost, for the sake of the world, he can only shoulder his own destiny in the end, and he is depressed all his life, and finally dies with regrets.

"Sad heartbreak road, bury princes in the valley, Mo Dao is sad, don't enter the valley of sadness. Later generations inscribed these four lines of poetry on his tombstone to express their regret for this predecessor hero, which is the origin of the Valley of Sadness.

In this huge river and lake, who would have thought that the valley of sadness that people have been looking for thousands of years is hidden in this peerless cliff. I'm afraid that even if I say it, no one will believe me.

"Alas!"

"Even if it's heartbreaking, I still have to go down this road. Ling Zifeng muttered silently, like a roc spreading his wings, and jumped down the abyss.

At the moment when Ling Zifeng jumped down, hundreds of meters away, two black-clothed figures came out from behind a boulder, and the two stared at each other, the corners of their eyes full of smiles.

"He's down!"

"It's time for us to act, if he dies inside, that's it, if he comes out alive, we have to prepare well, this kid's skills are not bad, we can't capsize in the gutter." ”

"Cut!"

"I think it's careless, this kid is only two decades at best, how strong can he be!"

"It's better to be careful, there will be times when you are pecked by geese all day long, if you make a mistake, you will lose your head, you want to die, I won't accompany you." ”

The two bowed their heads and argued with each other for a while, and finally turned around and walked back, gradually disappearing into the barren jungle.

Under the cliffs.

Ling Zifeng cautiously wrapped his internal strength around his body, and even his breathing slowly stopped, under this cliff, there was a strong thousand-year-old poisonous miasma, as long as he inhaled a little, it was enough for a generation of masters to die under this cliff.

Even if you can suppress the poison, it is impossible to escape death, under this abyss are endless waves, and there are giant crocodiles, snakes and other fierce beasts left from ancient times. Each head is enough to compete with peerless masters, not to mention the masters who have been poisoned, as long as they fall, they will definitely die, and there will be no bones left.

After drifting down dozens of feet, the internal strength was in the place where there was no borrowed force, and the figure fell quickly like a boulder. Ling Zifeng was not in a hurry, but slowly maintained his figure, keeping a certain distance from the cliff behind him.

Baizhang,

Qianzhang,

Thousands of zhang...

Just when Ling Zifeng felt a little dizzy with suffocation, a thick iron rope like a bucket finally appeared in sight.

It was a ropeway woven by countless thick iron cables, tightly tied to the surrounding cliffs, and shuttled towards the Peerless Cliff, with no end in sight.

Now is the time!

Ling Zifeng snorted coldly, and when he got close to the cliff behind him, his feet slammed on the cliff.

Rumble!

The stones on the cliff were shattered by his majestic energy.

With this force, Ling Zifeng flew towards the ropeway a hundred zhang away below, until the strength was near, and then he narrowly fell on the edge of the cableway, and he was only a few feet behind, and he would fall into this abyss.

Call!

It's dangerous...

Ling Zifeng took a breath of cool air, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead, although he was quite impressed by this place, but it was still a little difficult to really go through it himself.

After slowly breathing and calming down a little excited, he cautiously stepped towards the depths of the ropeway and flew away.

A few hours later, a majestic and dangerous peak appeared in Ling Zifeng's line of sight.

The mountain peaks rise into the sky, the highest has "three peaks", the peaks and peaks rise and fall, the eyes can only see the white clouds in the mountains, it is difficult to distinguish the true face of the mountaintop.

On the mountain, countless towering ancient trees are densely covered, and there are several waterfalls that fall down from the mountainside, fall down the mountain stream and hit the waves in the sky, and all kinds of strange stones are innumerable.

And halfway up the mountainside, the exquisite attic jade hall stands on the flat ground everywhere, and the chirping of various birds can be heard in the distance.

This was the end of his trip: the Valley of Sadness.

This was the end of his trip: the Valley of Sadness.

Ling Zifeng did not rush directly into the Valley of Sadness recklessly, but instead his figure jumped up, flying towards the cliff on the side, sitting cross-legged on a flat cliff, adjusting his internal strength to recuperate, staring at the iron ropeway mouth in the distance and pondering.

To enter this valley of sorrow, it is only easy to act when it is dark. And the important thing is that along the way, you have to go through three levels and seven cards, and each level has dozens of disciples hiding in various small buildings on the side to meditate and cultivate.

The disciples who can come to guard the three levels and seven cards are all elite children of the valley, and they are all good at it, and it is not easy to pass. If you are not careful, your whereabouts will be exposed, and then you will have to retreat all the way, and it will be absolutely difficult to get in.

And these three levels and seven cards are not the most important, on the city wall of the valley mouth, there will be a deacon elder every day, taking turns to sit here.

In order to prevent the disciples in the valley from fleeing, this is a rule that has been passed down for thousands of years in the Valley of Sadness, unless the way of heaven is lost and the world is injured, otherwise the Valley of Sadness will never be born.

But Ling Zifeng vaguely felt that this didn't seem to be the reason why Sad Valley had been hidden for thousands of years, it seemed that they were waiting for something, or guarding something.

Maybe on this trip, you may see clearly the true face of Sad Valley.