In the Cultivators' Association Building, people from the three major sects poured in one after another.

Seeing this scene, Yang Yifan, who was far away from the hotel opposite, had the same complexion, still waiting calmly, like a hunter staring at his prey, very patient.

After half an hour, the three major sects led by Wang Heihu walked out of the building one after another, got into the car, and left.

At the same time, no one noticed that in the hotel, which was less than a thousand meters away from the cultivator's mansion, a man wearing a mask slowly walked out, and his shadow disappeared in two or three steps.

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Dozens of luxury cars formed a convoy and slowly drove out of Yanjing city to the suburbs.

After coming to the suburbs, the vehicles slowly stopped, and the three major sects combined with nearly 500 people chose to walk.

These more than 500 people were monks after all, and although they were on foot, their speed was faster than that of a car, and in just a few moments, everyone disappeared.

After the figures of these people disappeared for ten seconds, Yang Yifan's figure slowly appeared next to this group of luxury cars, he closed his eyes, perceived carefully, and keenly detected a faint fluctuation of true qi from the air, following this fluctuation of true qi, he did not hesitate and quickly chased away.

On the other side, many monks of the three major sects quickly traveled, and in just three minutes, they crossed a long distance and came to a canyon.

Everyone stood still, led by Wang Heihu, Qinglianzi, and Zhou Kai, and behind them were the mighty disciples of the three major sects.

"Let's get started."

Qinglianzi and Zhou Kai glanced at Wang Heihu and spoke softly.

Wang Heihu snorted arrogantly, and slowly took out a token from his arms.

The token is about the size of a palm, with four dragons with teeth and claws carved on the front, and a simple character written on the reverse: "Ling! ”

Seeing this token, Qinglianzi and Zhou Kai showed a touch of complexity on their faces.

How could they not know that this token was the 'key' to open and suppress this Demon Soul Valley magic circle, and only the four chairmen were qualified to have it, and Wang Heihu was able to take out this thing, which directly proved his position in the hearts of the four great chairmen.

"Huh!"

Wang Heihu's figure flashed, and instantly appeared near the rock on the left side of the valley entrance, and with a wave of his big hand, a strong and domineering true qi gushed out from his body, and he resolutely waved out a soft true qi!

"Whoa!"

As Wang Heihu's true qi swung out, the rock in front of him began to tremble, and after a few breaths, the rock slowly shifted to the side, revealing a hole that matched the token perfectly.

Wang Heihu did not hesitate at all, waved his big hand, and directly put the token into the hollow.

"Ka!"

With a soft sound, the token entered the void tightly, and it was exactly the same.

In the next second, a faint fluctuation of true qi spread out from the token like a ripple, and instantly came to the location of the entrance of the canyon!

"Hum~"

At this moment, a pale golden light curtain suddenly appeared in the originally empty air at the entrance of the canyon, this light curtain was extremely complex, and it looked like it was composed of obscure ancient runes, exuding an indestructible thick aura!

But in the next second, this golden light curtain was impacted by that faint true qi, and the two actually melted like ice and snow, and in the blink of an eye, a gap of about three meters wide and five meters high appeared!

"Huh!"

With the appearance of this gap, a desolate aura like a flood of desolation instantly surged out, and at the same time, there was a faint bloody breath!

"All the monks of the Tiger Gate, enter this place with a treasure bag!"

At this moment, Wang Heihu's voice rang out.

When the words fell, Wang Heihu came to the entrance of the canyon, flipped his big hand, and took out a bag.

This bag was distributed by the Cultivators Association, and its main function was to hold the spirit of the demon beast!

You know, the monster spirit is not like other treasures, it has very harsh storage conditions, and it is impossible to simply take it out.

Therefore, in order to allow the monks who entered the Demon Soul Valley to have a way to install the spirit of the demon beast, the four chairmen refined a kind of brocade bag according to the magic weapon similar to the ghost raising jar, which can not only hold the spirit of the demon beast, but also has a true qi connected to the mother vessel, no matter how many essences are contained in it, they can see it clearly.

To put it simply, this tip is a kind of storage and counter, which seems simple, but it is actually very useful.

The monks of the Tiger Gate walked towards the Demon Soul Valley in an orderly manner, and all those who entered took a bag from Wang Heihu's hand, and cherished it in their pockets.

At the same time, less than two kilometers away from here, behind a towering tree, Yang Yifan frowned at this scene.

It's a bit tricky.

Yang Yifan didn't expect that Wang Heihu would choose to distribute the bag at the mouth of the Demon Soul Valley, and everyone who received the bag had to pass by him, which was obviously not good news for him.

Originally, according to Yang Yifan's idea, he first fished in troubled waters and entered the Demon Soul Valley, and then found the Heavenly Spirit Grass as quickly as possible, took it into his pocket, and finally left quickly.

If there is really an inevitable accident in between, he will kill like crazy, and then use the 'Yi Rong Dan' to change his appearance and quickly leave Yanjing.

And now this situation obviously forced him to use Yi Rong Dan directly, otherwise, he wouldn't even have a chance to enter the Demon Soul Valley!

No matter how confident Yang Yifan was, he was not sure that he would be able to rush into the Demon Soul Valley under the obstruction of one eighth-layer foundation, two seventh-layer foundations, and more than five hundred monks.

"No matter, let's go in first!"

Behind the big tree, Yang Yifan secretly gritted his teeth, took out the Yi Rong Dan from the space ring, and quietly put it in his mouth, and then, he looked outside the Demon Soul Valley, and finally settled on a disciple of the Tiger Sect who looked ordinary and had almost exactly the same clothes as Yang Yifan was wearing.

"That's you."

When the words fell, Yang Yifan's face was distorted, and it lasted for about two seconds before this vision slowly stopped.

At this time, Yang Yifan had already become the appearance of that disciple.

In the next second, Yang Yifan did not hesitate, and directly summoned the ghost general, and he rushed in the other direction.

"Roar!"

The ghost general raised his head to the sky and let out an angry roar, and the majestic momentum emanated, and the surrounding trees were like being hit by an earthquake, and the roots were shattered in an instant!

"Boom!"

The sudden roar and the sound of trees breaking instantly attracted the attention of everyone outside the Demon Soul Valley, including Wang Heihu, hundreds of monks looked over almost at the same time!

What's going on?

Did an accident happen?! ()

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