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.

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

Lin 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.

The night was dark, the moon was high, and there were a few faint stars in the sky.

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.

There is a surge of yin and yang outside Lin Yi's body, blurring the boundary between reality and illusion, as if there is nothing but nothing. Like a mysterious ghost, he quietly walked into the Valley of Incense.

Not long ago, I was greeted by a patchwork of palaces and pavilions.

Incense Valley is known as one of the three pillars of the world's righteous path, although it is low-key on weekdays, but after all, it is a great sect that has been thriving for 800 years, and what gradually appears on this road is where the foundation of this sect lies.

In the night, I saw more than a dozen paths, large and small, connected to each other, scattered like human blood, deep into the darkness in the depths of the Incense Valley.

On both sides of the road, there are either ordinary disciples' residences, or tall and majestic halls, mixed in the middle of these buildings, mostly flowers and trees, there are green bamboos and cold plums, and there are also bright and magnificent peonies and peonies, which are in groups with each other, looking at each other from a distance, and the surrounding halls are integrated, each with its own style.

In contrast, Lin Yi built Baiyun City on the top of Kongsang Mountain, which was full of the smell of nouveau riche.

This is the precipitation of time, not overnight.

Lin Yi chose a path at random and walked forward, the night was very long, and he had time.

The Incense Valley occupies a huge area, and the trail is deep, looking at the twists and turns, it leads to the depths of the valley.

I didn't go far and there were no other houses around.

There are trees and flowers on both sides of the road, and the night wind blows, and under the light of the dark moon in the sky, the shadows of the trees are swaying, 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!" ”

Lin Yi had a smile on his face, thinking in his heart: "I was so lucky today, I found my destination the first time." ”

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.

Lin Yi stood under this altar, almost like an ant, extremely small.

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. Otherwise it's just a thinking monkey, not a "person".

After Lin Yi walked around the altar, he pinched a trick and fled to the ground.

Below the altar was an active volcano that seemed to be about to erupt, and the hot magma rushed and roared like the tide of an angry ocean, rising and falling, splashing lava against the hard rock wall.

The Xuanhuo Jian appeared in the back of Lin Yi's head, and the Nine Heavens Fire Mansion General Outline Great Array was like a peerless picture, slowly unfolding.

The spiritual power accumulated over countless years in the volcano poured in like a river bursting its banks.

In the Great Array of the General Outline of the Nine Heavens Fire Mansion, a spiral galaxy emerged, and in the brilliant galaxy, there were seven kills of white tigers, a group of dragons without a leader, and the Great Array of the Yellow River appeared one after another.

The cycle of the five elements is endless, rapidly refining the spiritual power that is surging.

One spell after another flew out, Qing Yu Riding the Wind Technique, Qiankun Yuan Qi Lock, One Breath Thunder ......Method, and the three hundred and sixty-five spells contained in the Dragon and Tiger Chief Regent's Ten Thousand Beasts True Law were all quickly improved.

The thirty-six consummations of the Tiangang series of spells, and the seventy-two consummations of the earth-shattering level, although Lin Yi is now stuck on the threshold of the third order, the former can be cultivated to the eighteenth level, and the latter is thirty-six.

Although this volcano has accumulated a lot of spiritual power, it can't help but swallow it by him, the king of big stomachs.

Time passed day by day, Lin Yi reorganized his army in Dingnan City during the day, and went to the Xuanhuo Altar to cultivate at night.

Although there were many people in the Incense Valley, no one could find him.

The atmosphere in the southern frontier was becoming increasingly tense, but no major fighting broke out. On the contrary, the East China Sea Liubo Mountain is about to be stained red with blood.

Countless monks of the Righteous Demon Sect have thrown themselves into this big quagmire one after another, today you kill his apprentice, tomorrow he kills your friend, the old hatred has not been extinguished, and new hatred has been added, which cannot be solved or dissolved.

Baiyun City, in the Hall of Eternal Life.

Lin Yi lightly dropped a son, his chess skills were very bad, and he was limited to entertaining himself. But this does not prevent Lin Yi from experiencing the growth and change of the general trend through the process of playing chess.

On the chessboard, black and white are staggered, rigidly entangled.

Just like the righteous path and the demon sect in this world, for thousands of years, grievances and hatreds have been passed down from generation to generation, and they will never end until one party completely falls.

Immortals are also human beings, and the Buddha also has anger, although immortality is obsessive, there are many things in the world, and they are even more important than life.

Lin Yi fell down again, and then set his sights on the south.

Yun Yilan, what choice will you make?