Three o'clock in the afternoon.

Thousands of miles outside Lingbo City, at the mouth of a remote canyon, it was crowded with people, and it was as lively and noisy as a mortal rushing to a market.

In fact, this day is the day when the Valley of the Phantoms opens. The monks of this valley are keen to concentrate on the cultivation of secret methods, and they do not go out of the valley on weekdays, and they act in a low-key manner. However, because of their single-mindedness, the level of monks here is significantly higher than that of other sects.

Therefore, even in the cultivation world, they are very low-key, and their status is also a transcendent existence, and they dare not dare to be provoked by others.

This year's valley lord has already been replaced by an ambitious person. This person's name is Xia Xianlin, he likes to wear a high hat, and he has a small beard at the corner of his mouth. Dressed in Confucian costumes and holding a feather fan, he looks elegant and modest.

I don't know what he can do, Yigu got two expedition places, and he could form a team to go to the ruins of the God King to hunt for treasure.

Legend, 10,000 years ago. There were two god kings who suddenly descended and fought a life-and-death battle in the Lingyin Continent. They smashed the mountains and rivers with one foot, collapsed the sun and the moon with one punch, and didn't know how many innocent beings were killed in vain, and finally died together.

And the entrance to their fall is in the Valley of the Phantoms.

The god king fell, and the spiritual energy in his body escaped in this ruin, feeding and nourishing all living beings.

In the past 10,000 years, it has been opened here a total of eight times, and each time there are lucky people who have found a large number of heavenly and earthly treasures, spiritual pets and spiritual objects, especially spiritual stones, which make the monks of this world flock to it.

After all, in a world where spiritual energy is lacking, these external forces are indispensable if you want to go further in your cultivation.

Opportunities often come with dangers, and not everyone can enter it, otherwise everyone will rush into it, and they will not all be extinct.

As a result, the object of contention becomes a scarce spot.

However, after all, there is a time limit for this spiritual feedback. Some mighty people prophesied that this would be the last feast.

Therefore, all the sects in the Lingyin Continent, all those who have reached the middle level of martial arts have all traveled thousands of miles to gather here, just to compete for a place, a qualification to enter the ruins.

An old man in linen clothes, holding a flowwood moire staff, jumped up to the stone monument of Taniguchi, overlooking everyone,

"Fellow initiates, I am the head of the Phantom Spirit Valley this time-Hu Zongjian. In order to avoid large casualties, our Xia Gu Lord set up the ring on the river beach on the north slope, which is a three-day and three-night journey from here. The terrain there is intricate, and there are many monsters on the road, which is just right for all colleagues to show their skills and compete with each other. ”

"Hu Zhangshi, I heard that there are monsters rampant on the north slope, is this for us to send to death?"

It was a clear male voice who spoke, and this person was very popular and had a good temperament. A sword was inserted diagonally at his waist, his hands were wrapped around his chest, and his eyes were staring at Hu Zongjian on the stone tablet.

He seemed to have a good prestige, and as soon as he finished speaking, a group of people chimed in,

"You also said to avoid casualties, isn't that demon beast ferocious and harmless?"

"It is said that most of them are fifth-level demon beasts, infested in groups, we are so few people, it's not enough to stuff our teeth, can we pass?"

"What is a demon beast, if it encounters a sneak attack by other monks, it will be even worse, it will be attacked from both sides, or, if it is attacked from multiple sides, it will be wiped out if it is not done, tsk tsk......t"

"Cruel, too cruel, for such a treasure, is it worth it?"

......

After Hu Zongjian quietly listened to the crowd's complaints, he shouted, "Bah!

"Fellow initiates, I know that there is resistance in your hearts, but there are only eight places to explore treasures, and it is impossible to achieve even rain and dew. ”

"What's more, the demon beasts on this northern slope are one grade lower than those in the ruins, if you can't even deal with this, then I advise you to quit as soon as possible and give the opportunity to a capable sect. ”

As soon as these words came out, the people below suddenly quieted down. There are so many of them, in fact, they are just cannon fodder roles, helping the sect get the qualifications.

It was a fluke to be able to survive, the sect would not treat them badly, although the best cultivation resources could not be obtained, but even if it was a very inferior spirit storage pill, it was also the existence that they wanted to get by fighting for their heads.

If they fall, it will also be their fate, after all, wealth and wealth are in danger.

In other words, the pills that the monks of the Lingyin Continent can take are very rare. This Spiritual Pill is the lowest level of existence, and it is refined from the leftovers and waste materials of heavenly and earthly treasures.

Although it only has a faint spiritual storage effect, if the amount taken reaches a certain level, it will also help to increase the spiritual power.

It is the existence that this side of the monks generally pursues, and for such a meager benefit, many monks have already held the idea of becoming benevolent if they do not succeed.

Hu Zongjian looked around with satisfaction, didn't comment much on everyone's knowledge, coughed lightly, and continued,

"The rules of this competition are very simple, I will give you a detailed topographic map here, which sect can reach the river beach first and find the token left by our Xia Gu Lord - the purple gold token, who is qualified to go to the ruins of the God King to explore the treasure. ”

"There are a total of ten tokens in this token, two of which are used by our Phantom Spirit Sect, and the remaining eight are inhabited by those who are capable, it depends on your creation. ”

"The only requirement is that monks who have cultivated above level 7 cannot participate, and if they are discovered, they will definitely be disqualified. In this competition, you can give the disciples treasures to help, and it depends on the ability of the sects. ”

As soon as these words came out, Yan Zhenren, the head of the Divine Spirit Sect who was standing at the forefront of the crowd, couldn't help but sneer, "Heh, to put it lightly, that treasure is not a cabbage on the street, can you give it at will?"

"This Qingfeng sword of the old way has long been recognized, who can make it?"

Although it is only a third-order spirit weapon, it is only a little tougher and sharper than ordinary mortal iron, but the reason why it can be called a spirit weapon is that its greatest ability is that it can fly and win by surprise.

has already entered the third place in the aura rankings, how can he be willing to call the disciples under his hands? Even if he does, it is a child playing with a big knife, and he will not be able to exert his power at all.

"Don't be angry! everyone is the same, Brother Yan is more serious. It's a big deal, give them some swords to use for self-defense. ”

The ancestor said calmly, and instructed the disciples behind him: "I have ten master-level swords, give one to each of you, and Wanger and others have achieved good results for the sect." ”

I saw that his sleeves flashed, and one after another swords with a halo of light flew out from inside and stopped in front of the disciples.

But it was a trick in his sleeve, and all the monks who saw it for a while admired it, and they couldn't wait to immediately bow down to his door and practice such a secret method of the immortal family.

"Thank you, Ancestor!"

The disciples of the Wan family, exhaled and raised their eyebrows to accept the reward, rubbed the sword happily, pulled out the sword body and looked, a cold air was pressing, and the hair broke immediately when it touched it, and it was definitely the top existence in Fan Tie.

I couldn't help but shout "yes" in my heart!

"Huh!"

Being robbed of the limelight, Yan Zhenren snorted silently, and without falling behind, he also threw out ten swords with one form and one to the disciples of the Divine Spirit Sect.

At this moment, the two sects are in a state of alliance, and the disciples have no intention of comparing with each other, but they are just playing with their own weapons and getting familiar with the new weapons as soon as possible.

But there are other small sects, since the weapon reward of the main sect, because the level is too low, it has been hit by all kinds of sour words and sarcasm, and the disciples have not officially participated in the competition, and they are already tense, and there is a possibility of a melee at any time.