In the mist, the three heads glanced at each other, and they all saw the excitement in each other's eyes, the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls was about to be born, and the infinite treasures of heaven and earth would be exclusively enjoyed by the Xuantian Alliance, but unfortunately, the three of them could not go to the valley in person to obtain the treasures in it, because there was a prohibition in the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls, and only monks above the seventh layer of Qi refining and below the foundation could enter it.

At this moment, the crowd suddenly erupted in cheers, the fog gradually dissipated, and there was a piece of almost transparent gray clouds in front of him, which gradually lit up, and at the top of Kunshan, the cliff burst open, and the turbulent waterfall poured straight down, like a miracle.

"Cloud Grotto! That's the Cloud Cave! The disciples were stunned, almost couldn't believe their eyes, when the bright moon hung high, Kunshan was as clear as day, unobstructed, but when the stratus clouds were dim, and the night fog covered the earth, the top of Kunshan actually transformed into a cloud cave, the wall stood ten thousand, the waterfall was like the Milky Way, after the waterfall, the cloud cave quietly leaned.

Xu Tianji shook the feather fan in his hand, and said with a loud smile: "The Qiongyan Thousand Thousand Pieces are about to crack, looking up at the Feiquan Cave of the Clouds, wonderful, wonderful!" ”

Lin Yuzhou's expression was a little hesitant, and he couldn't help asking: "Master Zhou, when you walk into this cloud cave, will you arrive at the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls?" ”

"Not bad! This is the entrance to the Valley of All Souls. Master Zhou nodded and said, "Two masters, without further ado, let's arrange for our disciples to go into the valley to hunt for treasures!" ”

Xu Tianji and Lin Yuzhou said yes in unison, got up vigorously, waved their long sleeves, and went down to make arrangements.

Accompanied by the fifth elder Miao Sanjiang, Xu Tianji Shi Shiran came to everyone and said loudly: "Everyone, no matter what sect you come from? When he came here, he was a disciple of Feiyun Gate. ”

He always had a smile on his face, like a spring breeze, which made people feel good in their hearts, and there were a few monks from other sects who had a lot of blood, and immediately said: "In the inferior people, I would like to listen to the arrangement of Master Xu." ”

Xu Tianji said with a smile: "Don't hide it from you, the cloud cave is the import of Wanling Valley, there are countless heavenly and earthly treasures in it, after you enter the valley to find the treasures, you must all hand them over to the door, and the old man will be rewarded according to the contribution paid, but in any case, the old man promises here, as long as he is a person who enters the valley, he can directly become a disciple of the inner door of the gate." ”

Some of the monks were flushed with color and their eyes twinkled with a strange light, and it was evident that they were very moved; But there are also some monks who are originally the minds of the sect, and naturally have the mind of being the head of the chicken rather than the tail of the phoenix, but they are indifferent to this; And although Mo Wentian's expression was as usual, he sneered in his heart, obviously disdainful.

Xu Tianji looked around, took everyone's expressions into his eyes, and ordered in a deep voice: "Everyone, in this way, let's prepare to enter the Cloud Cave!" ”

All the monks were stunned, and at this time, the disciples of the Tianxin Sect had already entered the Cloud Cave in turn, and the disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect also followed closely behind, and Yuguan walked in. Mo Wentian followed the crowd behind the crowd, and in front of him was Zhao Zisong, a disciple of the Seven Xuanzong Sect, who looked arrogant, as if no one was paying attention to him, and even more disdainful of Mo Wentian, his arrogant attitude, everyone was disgusted when he saw it.

Mo Wentian couldn't help but shake his head and sigh secretly, no wonder Zhao Zhengyang would rather dissolve the Qing Sect than pass on the position of head to him, it was just a cultivation of the seventh layer of qi refining, among the many monks who entered the Cloud Cave, his strength was almost at the bottom, and he was still so arrogant and ignorant, he was simply killing himself.

As Zhao Zisong disappeared into the cloud cave, Mo Wentian raised his eyes and stared, looking at the treacherous, flickering cloud cave in front of him, and was about to step in, but at this moment, the task prompt sounded, and he was puzzled, and hurriedly checked the news of the stone tablet, and sure enough, a task was refreshed on it.

Sect Quest Quest: In the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls, collect eight third-order elixirs of different types.

Actually refresh the task at this time, it is imperative for the Wanling Valley to do it, at the moment Mo Wentian did not hesitate, strode into the meteor, stepped into the cloud cave, the moment he settled, the whole world changed, the surging wind raged, like a great magic monk casting a spell, which contained a majestic force, in it, as if the bones were about to burst; The meridians are about to be blown off; The blood is about to blow dry.

Mo Wentian was taken aback, this strange wind was so powerful, his aura was running all over his body, resisting the strong wind, and walking in step by step along the treacherous passage of the cloud cave, the space around him gradually became larger, and the wind was more violent, and he met many monks along the way, all of whom had a dignified face, each silently using his spiritual power, and moving forward slowly.

After a while, there were already many monks left behind by him, and they were basically monks of the seventh level of qi refining and the great consummation of qi refining, and most of the monks who walked in front were monks of the eighth or ninth level of qi refining. Gradually, he also saw the clues, the strange wind in the cloud cave was obviously a ban arranged by the great supernatural monk, the higher the monk's cultivation, the more violent the rebound of the strange wind; But if it is a monk below the seventh level of qi refining, he can't withstand the erosion of the strange wind, and he is afraid that he will be blown into a dry corpse in an instant. ,

Just as he was saying this, he suddenly heard a miserable scream from behind him, obviously a monk died in the wind, not far in front of Mo Wentian's body, there was a disciple of the Heavenly Heart Sect of the eighth layer of qi refining snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "Wang Zimo has just broken through the seventh layer of qi refining, and the realm is still unstable, so he doesn't know that he is going to come to the Valley of Ten Thousand Souls, which is really foolish." ”

His voice was extremely cold, and his indifference to the death of the sect's junior disciple was really chilling, and the ruthlessness of the cultivation realm was fully displayed.

The death of the disciple of the Tianxin Sect made the other monks cautious, knowing that the strange wind of the Dao was powerful, and if they were not careful, they were blown dry, and the aura was running at the moment, all over the body, and there were already many monks, holding a lower grade spirit stone in each hand to replenish the consumed spiritual energy.

After walking for nearly a stick of incense, the distance between the monks has widened, and they can no longer see each other, and Mo Wentian is also surrounded by no traces, at this time, the lower grade spirit stones held in his left and right hands are dim, and the dantian aura is also consumed more than half, but the cloud cave seems to have no end, and he has been staggering in the wind for a long time, and he still has not found an exit.

He was doubting to himself, if the exit of the cloud cave is still far away, I am afraid that almost all the monks will be exhausted by the spiritual energy, eroded by the wind alive and died, just thinking about it, the foot is stepping, suddenly, the eyes suddenly opened, under the bright sun, the dangerous peaks and walls stand, the rocks are craggy, the water is clear and the valley is secluded, you can see the lush woods everywhere, patches of pale green meadows, all kinds of strange flowers and plants dotted among them, between breaths, the aura is abundant, like a paradise.

"Ten Thousand Souls Valley, this is Ten Thousand Souls Valley?" Mo Wentian was shocked, he raised his eyes and looked around, only to see the pale green grass under the reflection of the sun, the first-order elixir was dotted like stars, and there was also a small amount of second-order elixir mixed with it.

Between his eyes, he found that there were a few marrow washing flowers, blooming in the sun, delicate, lingering with a faint aura, and under the joy, he was about to move over, but a disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect intercepted him, and said in a cold voice: "This fellow Daoist, this piece of grassland has been owned by the Xuantian Sword Sect, you better go elsewhere!" ”

Seeing that he was only a cultivator of the eighth layer of qi refining, Mo Wentian was about to get angry, and suddenly, his heart had a sense, and he swept his eyes away, and sure enough, he saw that three disciples of the Xuantian Sword Sect stepped forward with the momentum of a horn, and their faces were not good.

Mo Wentian was awe-struck in his heart, hugged his fist to the disciple who spoke, and then turned to leave, his two fists were invincible to four hands, although he was not afraid of this person, but he couldn't provoke the Xuantian Sword Sect.

"You know each other." The disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect, Ha Lu Ha Da Lang, smiled, ignored it no longer, and collected the elixir with the rest of his fellow sects.

Mo Wentian walked back and forth, this piece of spiritual grass has been divided into three pieces, the largest of which is occupied by the Xuantian Sword Sect, and the remaining two pieces are divided by the disciples of the Tianxin Sect and the Feiyun Sect respectively, the number of disciples of the Feiyun Sect is the smallest, and the area of the spiritual grass obtained is also the smallest, only half the size of the spiritual grass of the Xuantian Sword Sect, as for the disciples of the other sects and sects in Qinghe County, they are excluded.

Mo Wentian was quite helpless, so he could only follow a stream next to the spirit grass and continue to walk inside, gradually moving farther and farther away, into a lush and ancient cypress towering forest.

The woods are verdant, full of colorful exotic flowers and plants, through the dense leaves, the sun is dappled on it, there are dazzling flowers everywhere, full of gorgeous, thousands of purples and thousands of reds are beautiful. But this splendid forest was silent at this time, and the silence of death seemed to be as if all signs of life were gone, which made people feel awe-inspiring. );