Yang Jun sighed secretly, this body is extremely undernourished!

If it continues like this, let alone improving the realm, it is a question of whether or not you can maintain the fourfold refining body, and it may even fall to the bottom!

He took out the few remaining Qi Replenishing Pills from the storage bag and swallowed them, meditated for a while, and felt a warm current rise in the dantian, flowing to the limbs and bones with his breathing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The body was suddenly warm and extremely full, as if every cell had eaten a full meal.

But Yang Jun knew that this was just an illusion, and it wouldn't be long before he felt a deeper hunger.

Although I don't know when the residual poison on my body will be resolved, the current situation is not bad.

Yang Jun has a hope of survival, although he is worried about the realm falling, he also shakes his spirit and strides forward.

I thought to myself, the lower reaches of the Dajin River are flat and broad, densely populated, and I can always get out if I go forward along the river.

The sun slowly climbed overhead, and Yang Jun had no direction or clue, so he had to walk along the valley all the way east until he left the sun behind.

Because he picked a cinnabar pill under the tree yesterday, Yang Jun paid special attention to the cliffs and bushes around him today, hoping to find some other elixirs in this mountain.

He paid attention to this, and really found a lot of elixirs along the way.

Such as the third-order Soul Gathering Forgetting Grass, the fourth-order Red Leaf Jade Muscle Flower, the Three-Night Blood Crystal Grass, and even the sixth-order Red Lian Golden Ginseng.

These elixirs grow casually on the sides of streams, cliffs, and rocks.

Yang Jun was secretly stunned.

It was difficult for Ling Chushan to see elixirs above the fourth order, and in this nameless valley, the wide variety of elixirs turned out to be like weeds, growing casually on the side of the road, no different from the chrysanthemums that could be seen everywhere.

The aura in most areas of the Shengzhou Continent is very thin, and the places where the aura is a little stronger are also occupied by large and small sects.

Yang Jun looked at this place, the aura is abundant, and the sesame grass is everywhere. It is the treasure of Wuhua, just like the Yaochi Immortal Garden. With such a scene, could it be the residence of a certain sect?

If that's the case, I've been walking here for so long, and there's no reason why I haven't been discovered by the disciples guarding the mountain?

It's no wonder that Yang Jun was surprised. If Wei Guo had such a realm with a strong aura and full of elixir fairy fruits, it would have spread to the whole world long ago.

However, in addition to the Xuantian Sect, the current Shengzhou Immortal Sect is the Yuan Ji Sect and the Wu Yu Sect are in the limelight, but they are located in the remote Northern Regions and the East China Sea.

Yang Jun was originally worried about which sect's territory this was, and he was quite scruples. But after thinking about it, God didn't take it, but took the blame. If you don't take anything from the owner, you don't take it for nothing, and you can easily pick up all the elixirs you know and put them in the storage bag.

Although Chu Ke is a scumbag, Dan Dao's grades have always been far ahead. He has an excellent memory, and he has long memorized the elixir and refining manuals issued by the sect.

Although he can't use these elixirs for the time being, they are all good things that can be found and cannot be found, and they will definitely be used in the future. It can also be refined into an elixir in case of emergency.

Yang Jun collected elixirs and spiritual fruits all the way, and his mood was comfortable, and the pain on his body was reduced a little.

Before I knew it, I had been gone for most of the day.

His leg injury had not healed, and he was looking left and right all the way, and his speed was very slow, and he had walked about forty or fifty miles, and the sun was already in the west.

Yang Jun noticed that his shadow had moved in front of him, raised his head, and only then did he realize that there was a mountain peak not far ahead.

The mountain peaks stood thousands of miles tall into the sky, and the peaks were shrouded in clouds and mist. Yang Jun estimated that it was about hundreds of zhang high.

The peaks in the valley stand in the jungle, the green mountains are like daisies, there are handsome, and there are steep.

Yang Jun had long been amazed in his heart, but suddenly such a wonderful mountain appeared in front of him. The smoke and clouds on it are thick, and the twists and turns are quiet, which is more magnificent and breathtaking than what you can see today.

Yang Jun was suspicious in his heart, and he intuitively felt that this mountain peak must be unusual, so he took the storage bag and walked quickly.

As the saying goes, looking at the mountain runs a dead horse.

Yang Jun looked at the mountain peak for only ten miles, but walked at full speed for nearly two hours.

Before reaching the peak, the water in the valley made a bend and turned north. Its northwest two sides are thousands of stone walls, unattainable.

He crossed the stream and came to the south bank, and saw that the southern slope of the hill had eased a little. In the middle of the jungle, a steep mountain road with nine twists and turns can be faintly seen.

This is all laid with bluestone, which is obviously artificially laid.

Yang Jun is happy, there are people!

He stood at the foot of the peak, looked up, and saw that the mountain peak was towering, gradually entering the sky, and the mountain road was steep, and a word suddenly popped out of his heart - the mountain is up.

The so-called mountain is not high, there is a fairy name.

Yang Jun secretly wondered, the aura in this valley is strong, the mountains are handsome, and it is daunting, why is it not well-known?

Once again, I carefully recalled the map of the country, and indeed I had never seen such a valley.

Could it be that this valley and high mountain flew from the sky and descended out of thin air?

A trace of longing and expectation suddenly appeared in his heart, and Yang Jun himself could not explain what kind of emotion it was, but he faintly felt that he should go up the mountain.

The mountain is steep, and the path is nine curves, like a hanging ladder upside down.

Yang Jun meandered up along the mountain road, walking on the bluestone steps that stretched into the clouds, climbing up step by step.

When the sunset had hung obliquely in the sky, and a colorful cloud appeared on the horizon, Yang Jun finally stood on the mountainside. He looked out from the gap in the maple leaves and couldn't help but gasp.

As far as the eye can see, there are rolling mountains, but there is no trace of people, as if it is a deserted land isolated from the world. Yang Jun was worried in his heart, this was definitely not the patriotic country he had passed!

In addition to a few cities and towns, there are many mountain people who live scattered in the mountains. But it's not as empty as it is now!

He looked up, and there was still no end in sight to the winding mountain road. And the wound on the leg has been dull because of this day's walking.

Yang Jun gritted his teeth and continued to climb up.

The golden crow was half-falling, and Yang Jun finally saw the upturned cornices in the dense forest, as well as the white wall looming behind the trees.

Outside the wall is a small stream, spanned by an elaborate wooden bridge. Stepping over the small look, turning a small bamboo forest, Yang Jun's eyes suddenly opened up, and an elegant courtyard appeared in front of him.

The courtyard is built according to the topography, and the pavilions and pavilions are looming among the trees, or exposing white walls or revealing green tile cornices.

Yang Jun stood outside the wall in a daze for a moment, and suddenly heard the sound of a piano coming from afar.

Green mountains, courtyards, streams, and piano sounds, Yang Jun frowned.

Hermit? Immortals? Mountain demons?

Yang Jun hesitated slightly, and then followed the direction from which the sound of the piano came.

He had many questions in his heart, where was the exit from this vast spiritual plain that seemed to come out of nowhere?