A few days later, a big battle broke out at the foot of Qingyunmen Mountain, and there was a massacre that exterminated humanity.

Caomiao Village, which was originally peaceful and carefree, suddenly suffered a massacre from the "Demon Gate".

There were 42 households in Caomiao Village, a total of 247 people, and all of them died except for one large, two small and three people who survived.

Even the adult among the three survivors became a madman because he was stimulated.

As for the two children, Lin Jingyu, who is extremely talented and has excellent roots, was asked for by the first pine of Longshou Peak, and he also passed down the dragon sword.

And Zhang Xiaofan, the son of luck who seems to have average talent, but is actually beautiful in his heart, is still under the shirk of everyone, and still worships under the door of the first field of Dazhu Peak.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Han Yi, because Han Yi has already left Qingyunmen and gone to find a substitute mount.

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The mountain peaks in southern Xinjiang are completely different from the mountains in the Central Plains, which are less beautiful and quiet, and more majestic and precipitous.

As a treacherous place of mountains and rivers, southern Xinjiang often has fierce birds and beasts, and barbarian monsters infest the people.

As one of the three famous and decent families, the Incense Valley is to protect the people and guard a dark path called the "Black Hole".

Although there is little contact with people from the Central Plains, in the hearts of the local people, the reputation of the Incense Valley is extremely high, and it is revered as a first-class immortal.

But what no one knew was that Yun Yilan, the current head of the Incense Valley, secretly cooperated with the beast god in order to obtain the method of cultivating the Heavenly Fire and realize the ambition of surpassing the Qingyun Gate and Tianyin Temple to control the world.

At this time, Han Yi traveled thousands of miles from Qingyun Gate, all the way to the auxiliary cultivation of distraction thoughts, and came to the outside of the Incense Valley.

For the reason that he once attacked the Burning Incense Valley, resulting in the loss of the Xuanhuo Jian, the treasure of the Burning Incense Valley Town, and was finally locked up in the Xuanhuo Altar, it is said to be the nine-tailed heavenly fox of the fox ancestor.

The fox ancestor of a world is still a nine-tailed sky fox.

The potential is there, the identity is there, the image is there, and when you rest, the nine tails can be used as quilts, and even more, you can turn into a stunning beauty that is charming at night to warm the bed.

What could be more suitable as a transport mount?

At this time, the night was upright, the moon was hanging high, and there were still a few faint stars hanging in the sky, shining with shimmering light, which seemed very lonely.

Under the night, the rolling mountains stand majestically, crisscrossing and crisscrossing, and from a distance, it actually reveals a sense of slaughter.

Han Yi stood with his hands in his hands, raised his eyes and looked out, after separating two lower mountains and a relatively flat wilderness, four tall peaks suddenly rose on the earth, interlocking and forming a valley.

Behind these four tall mountain peaks, under the vast night, there are countless shadows, which are the boundless 100,000 mountains on the border of southern Xinjiang.

Among the four peaks in front is the world-famous Incense Valley.

Under the cold and clear light, there seemed to be a hidden fog in the valley in the distance, floating faintly, looking like a light veil mist, like a dream.

The birds and beasts flew by, and for this human standing on the mountain, it was as if they didn't see it, ignoring it, which looked extremely magical.

Han Yi stepped in, like a scholar who traveled the mountains and rivers, and walked into the Incense Valley with an appreciative attitude.

Holding a compass that resembles a mirror in his hand, he follows the instructions and walks towards the set goal.

Along the way, both the disciples and elders of the Incense Valley turned a blind eye to him as if they couldn't see him.

After passing through the patchwork of palaces and pavilions, and stepping on the paths that were large or small, connected to each other, and scattered like human blood, Han Yi came to the depths of the valley.

Not long after he walked, there were no other houses around him.

At this moment, the road he was walking on both sides was lined with trees and flowers, and when the night wind blew, under the light of the dark moon in the sky, the shadows of the trees swayed, looking like some kind of demon dancing, revealing a trace of weirdness.

Not long after walking forward, a white stone tablet suddenly appeared on the side of the road, with two lines of big characters engraved on it: "Xuanhuo Heavy Land, disciple stop!" ”

"It's finally here!"

Han Yi had a smile on his face, then put away the gossip compass mirror in his hand and walked in.

The stele looked ordinary, but it was a place of demarcation.

After passing the stone monument, although the path still zigzags forward, the trees and flowers on both sides of the road are much rarer.

First the grass on the ground gradually disappeared, then the low shrubs, and finally even the trees on both sides gradually thinned out.

Not to mention that the ground began to crack, but even the branches of the remaining trees had turned yellow, as if the land had been scorched due to the extreme lack of water in the vicinity.

After turning a corner, there was a large clearing in front of me, and a wave of heat blowing in from nowhere.

In the center of the clearing was a huge circular altar, the bottom of which was suspended in the air, and thirteen huge stone pillars made of white jade were three zhang high to support the entire altar.

Among them, there are twelve white jade pillars on the edge of the altar, each of which is as thick as two people hugging, and the thickest white jade pillar in the middle of the altar looks like at least five or six people can hug it together.

Above the altar, all the buildings were made of a strange crimson stone, steps, railings, and so on.

From a distance, this altar was simply a huge burning red flame that pierced the sky.

Han Yi stood under this altar, almost as small as an ant.

This is the crystallization of the wisdom of the ancestors of southern Xinjiang and a symbol of human civilization.

Great wisdom must be carried by a great civilization, but it is a pity that the civilization of the ancestors of southern Xinjiang is not far from being cut off.

Looking at these buildings, Han Yi couldn't help but show pity, after all, a great and alternative civilization played a role that could not be ignored for the accumulation of his heritage.

The altar of the Flame has three tiers,

"Who is the friend who trespassed on my Incense Valley Xuanhuo Altar, since he is here, why should he be afraid and dare not show up."

An old man with a clear and thin face, a gray robe on his body, simple and simple, and a calm demeanor, looked at the place where Han Yi was, that is, the location of the door, and was on guard.

Although he couldn't sense any sign of human presence in his consciousness or anything else, he didn't know why, but he felt as if someone was staring at him, and it was still in the doorway.

As he spoke, the old man directly swung out a fiery snake and shot towards the door.

Hearing the old man's words, Han Yi couldn't help but look at him in astonishment, and he didn't even dodge the fire snake shot by the old man.

"Huh~"

Miraculously, the fire snake passed through Han Yi's body as if it didn't exist, hit the ground behind him straight away, and finally turned into sparks and dispersed.

(End of chapter)