Just looking at the fact that this valley covers such a vast area, there must be a lot of gray dolphins used for warning. Incense Valley is not small, not only found the gray dolphin, but also domesticated it and used it as a warning.

"With my cultivation, there are almost no opponents in this Zhuxian world, but today I was defeated in the hands of this little gray dolphin, and you can be regarded as dead without regrets!"

Zhang Han couldn't help laughing at himself, urged the spiritual pressure again, captured the three gray dolphins hidden nearby, and shocked them to death one by one, only then did he restrain his breath and sneak into the valley.

It was dusk, and the four peaks that surrounded the valley were so steep that they shaded the sun, making the valley almost as dark as night.

Zhang Han followed the winding path all the way to the valley. I saw more than a dozen cobblestone paths, large and small, connected to each other, each leading to a different place.

The buildings on both sides of the road are majestic and tall, the eaves of the corridor are back, and some of the eaves corners are hung with strange animal bones, which are similar to the architectural style of the Central Plains as a whole, but the details are very different.

The middle of the building is mixed with flowers and trees, red flowers and green trees, colorful, and blue bricks and stones, but it looks extremely harmonious and beautiful.

At this point, Zhang Han suddenly felt a little confused, which of these dozen winding roads leads to the Xuanhuo Altar?

"It seems that we can only arrest someone and ask."

Zhang Han stepped on his feet in an instant, his body flashed, turning into a ghostly white shadow, shuttling between the pavilions and pavilions, and after a while, he found a subordinate who was sweeping the road.

Sensing that there was no one else around, Zhang Han's figure burst out, rushed behind the man like lightning, pointed at his head, and activated his telepathy, rummaging through the other party's memory to find the location of the Xuanhuo Altar.

After completing this, Zhang Han erased the memory in the man's mind and left here like a ghost.

"Huh? Strange, how can you be so decent, and suddenly take a nap? Haven't you had a good rest these days? When Zhang Han left, the subordinate stood up again and muttered strangely.

The trail is secluded, unexpectedly long and deep.

As Zhang Han walked all the way, the surrounding buildings and houses gradually receded, and there were tall trees and lush flowers and plants on both sides, floating gently with the breeze, and the shadows of the trees were swaying.

Zhang Han went all the way deep into the depths of the Incense Valley, and his keen spiritual sense detected the scorching heat that was gradually rising, but in the dark depths on both sides of the road, there was a faint cold atmosphere, which was extremely strange.

Zhang Hanyi is bold, he is not afraid of any ghosts and ghosts at all, his figure flickered again and again, and with the naked eye, every few tens of meters away, there was a white shadow that flashed and disappeared, which was quite weird.

It didn't take long for them to reach the end of the trail, the Xuanhuo Altar.

"Hmm, Shangguan Ce has been killed by Bai, and I don't know who is guarding the Xuanhuo Altar now." Zhang Han muttered to himself, and under the cover of the trees, he quietly approached the past.

After turning the last corner, his eyes suddenly opened up, and the boiling heat wave accompanied by a slight smell of burning came to his face, choking Zhang Han and almost coughing.

Looking up, a huge circular altar stood in the center of the clearing, the bottom was suspended in the air, and thirteen huge stone pillars nearly ten meters long supported the altar, each of which was as thick as two people hugging.

Further up, the altar as a whole seems to be made of some kind of fiery red strange stone, a total of three layers, each layer is dozens of meters high, shaped like a solid giant flame, blazing, straight into the sky.

Such a majestic altar is breathtaking.

The closer I got to the altar, the more I felt the scorching heat, the heat that seemed to evaporate the water in my body.

Zhang Han climbed the stairs all the way, and when he saw it, whether it was the steps, the railings, or the walls of the main hall, they were all composed of strange stones with fiery red, which looked extremely simple and grand.

It didn't take long for Zhang Han to come to the wooden door of the first floor of the hall, his expression was slightly stunned, and the spiritual pressure sensed through the wooden door that there were guards inside.

"Who?"

Hearing the creak of the temple door being pushed open, an old man in a gray robe stood up and stared at Zhang Han who walked in slowly.

"Who are you? Dare to trespass on the Xuanhuo Altar? ”

The old man's hair was gray, his hands were sealed, and he saw a fairy sword like a flame flying out from behind him, turning into a red light and shooting straight over.

Zhang Han stomped his feet lightly, and the spiritual pressure in his body was transformed into dark magic, turning into invisible ripples that rippled in the main hall.

In an instant, the entire hall was incorporated into the mirror space.

The crimson ground beneath his feet suddenly fell on top of each other, as if there were countless more layers, constantly rotating and twisting. At the same time, a stone wall nearly a meter thick broke away from the ground and stood abruptly.

Bang, with a muffled sound, the Flame Fairy Sword in the old man's hand shot straight into the stone wall, but it was swallowed up by layers of twisted walls, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"How is that possible?"

Faced with the scene of the fairy sword being engulfed by the stone wall, the old man's face was shocked, and the Red Flame Sword, which had been cultivated for hundreds of years, had actually cut off contact with him! No matter how he instigated Zhenyuan, he could no longer detect the breath of the Red Flame Sword.

It wasn't until this moment that the old man realized that the cultivation of the person who came was much higher than his own.

"You villain, you know that if you break into the Xuanhuo Altar, the people of the Incense Valley will never let you go!" Seeing Zhang Han walking over slowly, the old man looked very inwardly and scolded loudly.

Zhang Han sneered and said lightly, "You still have to think about how to save your life, if you don't have other moves, then die!" ”

As soon as the last word was spit out, Zhang Han's figure flashed, and the lightning swept over a distance of dozens of meters, and the slashing knife was held in his hand at some point, and he slashed with a swing of the knife.

A blood-colored ray of light quickly cut through the space and slashed at it. In the large hall that is surrounded by fiery red, it is not conspicuous at all.

The old man was shocked, and he only felt that the other party slashed casually, and there was a fierce momentum of splitting mountains and rivers. Just wanted to run the true yuan and resist the oncoming slash, but his body froze, and the ground under his feet suddenly turned upside down, and he also turned into a head and feet, falling down with gravity.

The old man has been cultivating for hundreds of years, and his experience in dealing with the enemy is incomparably rich. In the midst of the crisis, he hurriedly burst into a shout, rubbed his hands, and a white flame appeared in his palm, which rose in the wind, and turned into a giant flame in a moment, wrapping his body inside.

Rumble!

The sharp sword pressure bombarded the flames, and suddenly burst into bursts of hot qi, echoing throughout the entire hall.

I saw that the blazing white flame was blasted away by the sword, turning into a little white light, scurrying around, the old man screamed in pain, and his body involuntarily flew upside down more than ten meters, landing in the center of the main hall.

Under the force of the bursting shock, the main hall shook slightly, but the mysterious runes carved on the surrounding walls flickered a few times, and the entire hall fell silent again.

(End of chapter)