It is confirmed that this Snow Valley is the Valley of Teleportation that Master Zi Yan said, and the drunken madman Bu Yunlong should also be here, guarding the seal between the two continents of Tianxuan and Immortal Demon.

Meng Yang was still a little puzzled, since he knew that this seal was so important, why after it continued to appear loose and flawed, those powerful hidden sects did not send strong people to repair it at one time, but took turns to send disciples like Bu Yunlong to come and guard it.

There are three blessed land caves, there are three artifacts guarded, Meng Yang is a little worried, if these artifacts are collected, the cave heaven blessed land will also collapse and disappear, so how can he get together thirty-six artifacts?

Qing Song and Zi Yan were indeed as he expected, they were both Jindan powerhouses similar to Bu Yunlong, although he had not seen the two of them magical, but he felt that since the two of them were willing to give up their cultivation to seal Yinshan County and turn it into an ice sculpture-like place, then the cultivation required to unseal it would be at least much higher than the Jindan period.

There were at least 900,000 lives there, fresh lives, and Meng Yang felt that there were too many inexplicable responsibilities that began to accumulate heavily in his heart, and he was overwhelmed.

Countless incomprehensible mysteries and unreasonable abnormal things are constantly circling in his mind, and it seems that only by finding Bu Yunlong can everything have an answer.

However, Meng Yang was disappointed, and his heart was instantly cold in disappointment.

Not only this snow valley, but even the surrounding snow peaks, he and Sha Ba had repeatedly used their divine senses to explore countless times, but they didn't find the slightest.

It's like a place where all breath of life has been extinguished, a place of death in the truest sense of the word. Where is the slightest smell of a drunken maniac!

Since this is a hidden teleportation valley, the place where you want to teleport must be related to those blessed lands and caves, so it will never be so simply exposed to the eyes of the world.

What's more, this should be the location of the seal of the two continents, how could he find it so easily.

Meng Yang took back Shaba and put Tian Luopa into the storage ring, he didn't dare to put it into the sea of flying tongs, God knows if the flying tongs would swallow Tian Luopa to the scum in the blink of an eye?

The only thing that can be done now is to search patiently, be patient, and Meng Yang's extremely irritable heart gradually calmed down.

Although these changes happened very suddenly, he felt overwhelmed at all, but he still calmed himself down, and calming down is a big key to survival.

He didn't know if Tie Qingyun or the Dao Sect powerhouse who shouted "Amitayus Buddha" would chase and kill here, although he had been extremely careful to use the strength aura similar to that of the Jingwei Bell all the way, he knew that in the eyes of the Jindan stage powerhouse, he was so small that he couldn't even count as an ant.

For the first time, he understood the truth that there are mountains outside the endless arts, and the same is true for cultivation, there is no so-called high place at all, and every time he progresses, it is like climbing a mountain, and he will instantly find that there is a higher mountain in front of him.

Cultivation is like climbing a mountain, only by constantly climbing all the way to the past can you perhaps see the most mysterious scenery.

Of course, he is not practicing now to see the scenery, he still has too many things to do.

Meng Yang summoned the tongs, and as his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds again these days, the tongs also changed accordingly, and the darkness began to be a little dim, and some red faintly appeared, which made people feel cold.

The second layer of the tongs seal was already visible, but Meng Yang knew that in order to unlock this second layer of seal, he needed to at least build a foundation first. And now he doesn't even have time to calm down and find a place to refine the foundation building, how easy is it to build the foundation?

He carefully fed the dragon's power into the tongs, causing it to rise slowly, and began to slowly scan every inch from the entrance to the snow valley.

This time, he almost summoned his divine sense, and with the detection of the flying tongs, he hoped that this would have an effect.

Sure enough, the tongs were like an extremely delicate microscopic instrument, revealing everything in the snow valley and the snow peak, as if under its glance, no illusion could be hidden.

Finally, halfway up a snowy peak in the northwest, Meng Yang discovered a trace of abnormality.

He quickly fixed the tongs there and flew to it himself.

It was a smooth stone wall with thick ice, and the original appearance of the stone wall behind the ice was not visible at all, but there was a powerful energy emanating from this place.

Meng Yang knew that if it weren't for the help of the tongs, he would not be able to find this anomaly even if he simply probed with his divine sense, even if he looked at it a thousand times.

He hesitated for a moment in his grip on the tongs, and finally touched the tip of the tongs lightly against the ice.

Suddenly, he felt a huge pulling force coming, pulling him with a knife without any resistance.

It was dark in front of him, his consciousness was almost disordered, and the terrifying sound of spatial turbulence tearing around him kept coming from all around, but fortunately, the flying tongs were clenched in his hand, and he was firmly guarded by these air currents, not affected and harmed by these air currents.

Is this a spatial teleportation?

Meng Yang's dizziness and confusion suddenly stopped, and he found himself on a huge stone platform, a stone platform carved with various intricate patterns and lines.

An obese old man in a Taoist uniform was sitting upright in the middle of the stone platform, his face pale, but he looked at him with some surprise.

Meng Yang retreated a few steps back a little abruptly, dragged the tongs behind him, and asked cautiously, "This senior, may I ask where this is?"

The fat old man didn't answer, he stood up, and at that moment, a huge energy emanated from him, as if suddenly countless mountains were squeezing towards Mengyang, and before the pressure came, he already felt that his muscles and bones seemed to be crackling!

He didn't panic, the essence blood of the sea of qi instantly spun wildly, and the dividing line between the red and blue colors trembled like a spirit snake, causing the waves of the sea of qi to roar, and in an instant, the two forces filled his body, and suddenly made him feel that the huge force that squeezed over made him even breathe a little tight, but it was far from reaching the point of completely restricting him!

"Hahaha, yes, it really deserves to be Xiaobu's personal inheritance!" The fat old man laughed, immediately retracted his violent energy, and smiled at Meng Yang: "You are Meng Yang, right? The old man Aoki is an old friend of a drunken maniac." I'm waiting for you here!"

Meng Yang felt that his vest was full of cold sweat, but he didn't dare to be careless, and asked in a low voice, "How do you know my name?

"Boy, if you come half a step late, I'm afraid that you won't even be able to see the old man's last face, didn't Senior Brother Qingsong tell you?" The fat old man's face turned pale as paper in an instant, as if he had consumed the last of his energy just now, and suddenly fell to the ground.

Meng Yang hurriedly asked, "Senior, are you okay?"

Aoki shook his head and motioned for Meng Yang to sit down, and Meng Yang sat down cross-legged, but listened to Aoki just say.

"I've been staying in this teleportation valley with Xiaobu and the old ghost for many years, and your affairs are very clear. After all, for your sake, Xiaobu has been in Ink Town for more than ten years. Although he didn't pass on a single and a half tricks to you, his life's experience can be said to be taught to you without reservation, which is not as simple as teaching the practice of practice. I, Senior Brother Qingsong, and Senior Sister Ziyan are all disciples of the Yuetian Dao Sect, but the Dao Sect is now split into two factions, and it is no longer the Dao Sect it used to be, hey. You'll find out later. It's a pity that the old man's "Shura Fan" was destroyed by Qiankun Yun, and he couldn't even leave you a decent meeting gift, which is really ashamed. As he spoke, Aoki coughed violently a few times, looking like he had exhausted his energy.

Meng Yang hurriedly said: "Senior, don't you worry, juniors have some pills, I don't know if they can help you temporarily stop your injuries?"

Aoki shook his head and said: "Where is the ordinary elixir still effective, the old man's natal magic weapon was destroyed, the divine soul was almost shattered, and he successively carried the double blow of the warp and weft clock and Qiankun Yun, barely maintaining this entrance, but it has already run out of oil, unless there is a 10,000-year elixir or can barely save a life――――――"

Meng Yang's heart moved, and in an instant, an extra golden ginseng slice appeared in his hand, and he got up and walked to Aoki and said, "Senior, do you think this ginseng piece is useful?"

Aoki was too lazy to take a look, but he smelled a refreshing fragrance at the end of his nose, which was clearly the smell of the best elixir, and he hurriedly looked at Meng Yang's hand, this look, Rao is he has always been calm, and he almost lost his mind at this moment: "Ten thousand years of ginseng king!"

Flying tongs have always had a 10,000-year-old ginseng king, since it was bitten by Xiaoxue, it has plummeted from 15,000 years to about 10,000 years, and now it is gradually returning to its best state, of course, Meng Yang just took a small piece out and gave it to Aoki to take a look at first.

"It's the King of Ten Thousand Years, my God, this, it's been at least fifteen thousand years old, where did you, where did you get such a spiritual thing?" Aoki stammered, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Even if it is Yuetian, the Dao Sect, a great sect that is good at cultivating elixirs, there are only a handful of elixirs that are tens of thousands of years old, not to mention that this is a fresh ginseng that is about 15,000 years old!

Meng Yang stuffed the ginseng slice into Aoki's hand and said, "I don't know if this piece of ginseng can have some effect on the injuries of the seniors?"

Aoki was stunned for a moment, then threw the ginseng piece back into Meng Yang's hand, shook his head and said: "Hey, I still don't want to destroy the heavenly things, this kind of elixir, if you go to the Demon Heaven, you can exchange it for many top-level pills, such a piece, you can't keep the old man's disappeared essence, or keep it yourself!"

Meng Yang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly asked: "Senior, look at these things, those are useful for your injuries, you just need to use them!" As he spoke, a large number of items suddenly appeared in front of him.

For a while, the air on this stone platform was filled with all kinds of intoxicating fragrances!

Aoki almost suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes, and it was two pieces of ginseng the size of a baby's fist, of the same quality; a bundle of thick and long insect spikes, emitting a dazzling luster, each insect spike was a foot long, as thick as a finger, this is the ear of Cordyceps that is more than 10,000 years old, and it is the essence of the essence of Cordyceps! God, there are more than 20 kinds of elixirs ・・・・・・ Red Moon Fruit, Blood King Vine, Evergreen, and Immortal Grass, and none of them are not in the year of more than 10,000 years!

"What is this・・・・・・ this?" Aoki said in a whisper like a dream.

"Senior, these are relatively superficial low-level elixirs, fortunately, the years are not bad, you will just pick some to use first, and then stabilize the injury!"

"I'm going to be a god!" Aoki groaned silently in his heart, is this kid who chooses this little step really a demon?

However, when he saw that Meng Yang threw these 10,000-year-old elixirs directly on the ground, and did not use a jade box or other utensils to hold them, he immediately felt distressed and said: "Hey, that's enough, with these things, only three or two of them, the old man's injuries can be healed soon, hey, you, why are they all on the ground!