He didn't doubt how Chen Xuan would get in, after all, Chen Xuan could even solve the problem that he couldn't cultivate as a mortal, and what else couldn't be solved.

No more words, although Mo Wuji was very excited, and wanted to tell Chen Xuan that the method of mortal cultivation could indeed succeed, but he was afraid of ruining Chen Xuan's good deeds, so his face was always light and mediocre.

Soon, Mo Wuji followed the sect master and many elders into the depths of the Traceless Sword Sect. It was also in the depths of this Traceless Sword Sect that I truly realized how big the Traceless Sword Sect was. Even if it was the sword blade that stretched for more than ten miles, you could imagine how many strong people there had been in this place.

Between the many blades, there is a circular palace with an unsheathed and handleless sword suspended from the interior of the palace. This sword has been suspended here for I don't know how many years, Mo Wuji can still feel the chill from a distance.

The outside of this circular palace is depicted with dense sword moves, which seem to be chaotic and seem to have a certain sequence, in short, the dense symbols are combined, quite a mysterious meaning.

Mo Wuji followed everyone to the front of the palace, and only then did he see clearly that there was an old man with a broken arm in front of the palace, sweeping the floor with a broom.

Mo Wuji glanced at the old man who swept the floor and broke his arm a few times, and said in his heart, is this guy the legendary sweeping monk? No, it should be an old man sweeping the floor.

Step through the gates of the circular palace. Mo Wuji saw that there was a circular altar in the middle of this palace that depicted these countless mysterious patterns. Next to this altar, there are several grooves. Except for the altar with countless lines depicted, there is nothing else in this circular palace.

"The thirteen people who entered Sword Mountain went up to the Sword Mountain Teleportation Array." The Traceless Sect Master pointed to the round altar and said.

So this is a teleportation array? Mo Wuji had heard that the Immortal Gate could arrange various magic arrays, and the teleportation array was also one of these formations.

When the thirteen people stepped on the teleportation array, they raised their hands and threw out more than a dozen crystal clear jade. These jades landed on the grooves around the teleportation array accurately, and after a while, a dazzling white light emitted around the teleportation array, which directly blocked the gaze of Mo Wuji and the others.

It was definitely not jade, but a spirit stone he had heard of. Mo Wuji, who was standing on the teleportation array, tried his best to see the crystal clear stone, but he was blocked by the white light, he couldn't see anything clearly, he could only feel the rich aura contained in these jades.

A burst of dizziness came, and Mo Wuji was thinking about whether this was the spatial transformation that appeared during the teleportation array, when he felt a violent fluctuation around him, and it felt as if it was going to tear him apart.

"Poof......" Several bloody breaths sprayed on Mo Wuji's body one after another, and Mo Wuji was shocked, although he couldn't see it, he also knew that it was really someone who was torn apart by the power of that kind of violent fluctuations in space.

Is teleportation so scary? Need to pay a small price for your life?

"Everyone, pay attention, there is a problem with the teleportation array, don't run around when you get to Sword Mountain, and strive to converge." Even if Yin Qianyin's voice came, Mo Wuji just heard it, and Yin Qianyin's voice disappeared.

There was another burst of tearing, and Mo Wuji clearly felt the sound of his bones breaking. However, just as he blindly thought about the unlucky ones before, he was torn apart by the power of space. An inexplicable light shrouded his body, and the pain of broken bones disappeared in an instant.

Moreover, under the illumination of that light, Mo Wuji also felt inexplicably comfortable, as if his qualifications had improved again.

"Could it be Brother Chen?" Mo Wuji suddenly thought of Chen Xuan, in his heart, if someone really helped him, then it was estimated that only Chen Xuan would be the one.

Moreover, with Chen Xuan's degree of mystery, this situation should not be difficult for him, but he doesn't know where Chen Xuan is.

He knew that Chen Xuan was coming to this secret realm, but he hadn't seen Chen Xuan until now, but he asked Chen Xuan to help, and he couldn't find out yet, this Chen Xuan was really mysterious!

Just when Mo Wuji sighed, he didn't notice a bead flying by at great speed next to him. However, this is also normal, in this violently shaking space, let alone Mo Wuji, even the sect master Gu Ran can't find it.

After a while, a pale red bead fell in the Traceless Sword Mountain, without any vision, and it looked very ordinary.

"This should be the Heavenly Scar Sword Mountain, right?" Chen Xuan looked at the surrounding situation and muttered to himself.

He was very suspicious that he had teleported by mistake, but he did follow Mo Wuji. Moreover, he also used a force of luck to save Mo Wuji just now.

Although he couldn't grasp the power of luck in the Mixed Yuan Bead, he could still use a trace of it.

But what's going on now?

In Chen Xuan's line of sight, apart from a barren piece of gravel and dry land, where was there any spirit grass? I didn't talk about the spirit grass earlier, even if it was an ordinary grass, I didn't see a single one.

"Didn't you say that the Heavenly Scar Sword Mountain is full of spirit grass?" Chen Xuan looked at the gravel with a bewildered expression.

In his impression, when describing the secret realm of the Heavenly Scar Sword Mountain, isn't it possible to see spirit grass everywhere? Why did he turn into gravel and dry ground as soon as he came here? Isn't this a pit man?

Actually, it wasn't because there was a problem with the Heavenly Scar Sword Mountain, but because Chen Xuan had made a mistake, because Chen Xuan had been reading the novel roughly, and he hadn't paid special attention to some details at all.

Although it is written in the original book that the Heavenly Scar Sword Mountain is full of spiritual grass, it can be said that it is a fairyland-like existence.

However, it was also written in the original book that Mo Wuji fell into a place in the teleportation circle, and that place was all gravel and dry land, and it could be said that there was not a single spirit grass at all.

……

"Forget it, if you come here, you will be safe." Chen Xuan shook his head, getting rid of his unrealistic illusions.

Then he began to look for the spirit grass step by step, however, after a few days had passed, Chen Xuan had not seen a single figure.

In fact, let alone a human figure, Chen Xuan hadn't even seen an ant, so it could be said that he was completely dead.

Chen Xuan was still unmoved, and even the boring cultivation did not shake his Dao heart, but he was just in a hurry, not to mention, rushing was also a kind of cultivation, he couldn't say it, when he was in a hurry, his mind broke through in a moment.

Another half an hour passed, Chen Xuan stood in a green valley, and when he arrived here, he completely remembered that this place was also recorded in the original book.

As far as the eye can see, everything is green, it can be said that there are all spirit grasses here, although they are only some low-level spirit grasses, but for Chen Xuan now, it is even more helpful.

He wanted to learn alchemy, and the high-grade spirit grass was of no use to him at all, but now these relatively low-level spirit grasses were of even greater help to him.

Chen Xuan settled down, and only then did he realize that something was not quite right, it was also in the Sword Mountain, why were some of them vibrant spiritual grass lands, while some were barren places where weeds did not grow?

Moreover, he felt that there was something strange about the junction between this vibrant area and the place he had just come, and the edge of this spiritual grass seemed to be withering.