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The green black is singing, slowly falling into the valley.

The valley is wooded with vines and grasses. In the first war of that year, 200,000 Heavenly Dao elites were burned in the valley. The monstrous fire would have annihilated everything, but decades have passed, and the valley is full of life, and there is no old decay.

Time washes away all things, but after all, some remain.

Since Feng Xufan set foot on this land, his mood has been inexplicably heavy. This is a scar in the hearts of all Chengtian Daoists, and it is also the starting point of Chengtiandao's transformation from prosperity to decline.

Since the closure of the door that year, the wind has not set foot in it for decades. If it weren't for the completion of Yuan Cheng's will, Feng Xufan would not have planned to set foot on this land again.

Yang Xian set foot in this strange land, but he didn't feel much. Yang Xian looked at Feng Xufan, he didn't want to disturb him, but he waved his hand.

"Prime Minister, please come here!"

The environment here is very different from what I remember, but Feng Xufan can still barely make out it.

The middle of the valley is large, the mouth of the valley is narrow, and the underground ruins are in a crack in the mountains deep in the valley.

This mountain wall is just the wind outlet, and the stone layers on the two walls are somewhat weathered. The intersection is narrow enough for only one person to pass.

Yang Xian followed the wind and sailed, and walked between the mountain walls for about half an hour, and the rock walls on both sides began to become wider.

The sun shines through, and the cool breeze swishs. Yang Xian said lightly, held a feather fan in his hand, and walked to the end, but saw a stone tablet towering.

The stele stands tall, but there is no writing carved on it.

Feng Xufan opened the mechanism, but saw the gravel whizzing down from the mountain wall, and the stone tablet moved backwards for some distance, revealing the entrance to the underground.

The stone layer exudes a cold atmosphere. Feng Xufan walked into it, and Yang Xian followed.

This road is very long, and Yang Xian thought to himself that he had gone deeper than ten zhang underground before he could step on the flat ground.

The lights spontaneously combusted, reflecting a peculiar gate. The surface of the gate is smooth and immaculate, but it depicts a few runes.

"The entire underground ruins are forbidden by the master, and they cannot be broken in from the outside."

Feng Xufan said, his hand touching the charm on the gate, infusing Lingqi.

For a moment, Yang Xian only felt that the surrounding environment had changed, no longer a cold underground grotto, but roaming in the sea of stars.

The stars were shining, and what appeared in front of them was an obscure formation, which could also be said to be a star map.

"This is the first prohibition issued by the master, the Heavenly Stem Lock Yuan Method."

Feng Xufan said, his fingers sliding kissically on the formation, rearranging the stars that were originally chaotic above the formation.

"If you don't know how to divide the stars, then it is impossible to open this prohibition."

Ten stars, a hundred positions, and it is almost impossible to find the correct sort among them, unless it is known beforehand.

Indeed, if there is no wind to continue sailing, it is impossible for outsiders to find this place, and it is impossible to open this gate.

Yang Xian thought about it and asked with some curiosity.

"What if outsiders can't unlock this star map and want to forcibly destroy it?"

While Yang Xian was speaking, Feng Xufan had already arranged the position of the stars. The ten stars shone brightly, and the picture that was like a sea of stars shattered in an instant.

Everything was back to its original state, and the two charms above the gate had fallen off and dissipated, slowly opening.

"If someone forcibly breaks in, it will touch the mechanism inside and detonate the thunder and fire, and the intruder will be buried with this ruin."

The gate opens and inside is an old palace.

There is a long road connecting here, and as the two of them walked in, they saw fluorite shining on the five long paths, illuminating the road, but there was no open flame in sight.

"This is the sea clan's fluorite?"

The palace of the Sea Clan was built deep under the sea and could not be illuminated by an open flame, but with fluorite, a specialty of this specialty. However, this fluorite is produced in the deep sea, and the Zhou people could not mine it on a large scale. A little that is revealed to the land is worth a lot.

And on this dozens of zhang long road, fireflies are like insects, shining brightly, and the big ones are even as big as fists.

You must know that when Chengtiandao started, it was decades ago! Is Yuan Cheng so rich?

The dark river on both sides of the long road flows a dry, viscous liquid with a pungent smell. Yang Xian said the doubts in his heart, but he could see Feng Xufan beside him with a proud look on his face.

"But it's just a sea clan, what's the big deal. When the master was there, Mo Du dared to be so rampant? ”

Although Mo Du was cut down by Huan Wu, there is no doubt that he is the overlord of the generation that has dominated the East China Sea for thirty years, and the rest of the sea kings cannot compete with him. But Yang Xian listened to the tone of the wind and sails, and there seemed to be not much difference between that Mo Du and the slaves at home.

Yang Xian didn't know how to talk for a while, walked through the long road, and entered the underground temple.

There was nothing superfluous in the palace, only a portrait of Yuan Cheng, and a line of words written on the stone tablets on both sides.

The descendants of Yang Ci, see the painting and kowtow.

"This is the second prohibition. Here the master has set up a blood contract talisman array, and only Yang Ci's bloodline can open the mechanism. ”

“..”

Yang Xian didn't know what to say for a while. Helpless, he could only step forward and honestly kowtow to Yuan Cheng's portrait three times.

Bang bang bang.

Touching the ground with his head, Yang Xian's forehead was stained with dust. But as he finished worshipping, a blood-red rune array slowly appeared on the ground.

The rune array is secretly combined with the mechanism, slowly rotating. Before Yuan Cheng's portrait, a stone pillar slowly rose.

Attached to the stone pillar was a stone box, and Yang Xian stood up and opened it.

"What's going on?"

Yang Xian looked back at Feng Xufan, and his strange gaze made Feng Xufan look puzzled.

Feng Xufan stepped forward, but saw that the stone box was empty.

"Impossible, I saw the master put the white dragon jade essence in it with my own eyes, why did it disappear?"

Feng Xufan didn't look like he was lying, and Yang Xian didn't think he would tell a lie.

Then there's only one possibility!

"Someone has been here, let's go!"

When Yang Xian came to his senses, he saw a light fire falling from outside the hall. In the dark river on both sides of the long road, thunder and fire burst out and spread quickly towards the temple.

"This mechanism has been altered!"

Who set up such a plan? Seeing that the thunder fire was about to devour everything, Yang Xian's face frowned.

At the mouth of the valley of the valley, more than 10,000 Liang troops lined up in heavy armor. Wearing iron armor and holding a heavy sword, Huan Gong, the general of the Liang army, stood in the valley with more than 100 generals.

In front of the formation, the black-robed man stood with his hands in his hands, listening to the huge roar, and couldn't help but show a smile on his face.

"A wise man thinks a thousand times, and he will make a mistake. Yang You'an, back then, you burned 200,000 Chengtian Taoists with thunder fire. Today, your descendants will die under the fire of thunder. I don't know how you feel under the nine springs? ”