Fanxiang Valley is located on the edge of the 100,000 Mountains in southern Xinjiang, far away from the Central Plains.

Eight hundred years ago, when the patriarch of the Incense Valley walked the world, he discovered the relics of the ancient witch clan "Xuanhuo Altar" in southern Xinjiang, and discovered the secret of strange and powerful witchcraft, so he founded a sect based on this place.

Since then, the Incense Valley Gate has taken root in this remote place in southern Xinjiang, opened the door and established a sect, which has continued to this day.

And the various mysterious witchcraft of the ancient witch clan, coupled with the true magic and Taoism handed down by the ancestors of the past generations, this is why the Incense Valley has the status and prestige it has today.

Incense Valley is located in a remote area, tens of thousands of miles away from Qingyunmen, if it is a sword flight, I am afraid it will take more than a month.

And Mo Wen left Qingyunmen, but he couldn't find any trace of Lu Shun and others, so he turned into the form of a wind dragon, his body was in the void, and he came to southern Xinjiang in one day and one night.

At this time, the moon was in the sky, the starlight was dim, and he stood on a mountain peak and rested for a while.

Mo Wen ate with some wine while looking into the distance.

But see the night under the sky, the mountain peaks in front of you stand majestically, stretch a piece, crisscross each other, and the mountains in the Central Plains are completely different, the peaks here are a little less quiet and beautiful, more majestic and precipitous.

Separated by two lower hills, there is a large area of relatively flat and open wilderness, and behind the wilderness, above the earth, four majestic peaks rise from the ground and reach into the sky.

They stretched and intertwined with each other, and they formed a huge valley.

It is the incense valley that moves the world.

Just looking at the location, this valley is a good place.

Further away.

Behind these four tall mountain peaks, under the vast night, there is a shadow and shadow, and it is not real, but Mo Wen knows that it is the boundless 100,000 mountains on the border of southern Xinjiang.

Looking there, Mo Wen seemed to see an endless stream of all kinds of demon beasts, all of which were the resources he wanted to forge and decide.

Not long after, Mo Wen had finished resting, and he took a step from the top of the mountain, turning into a wind dragon again, and heading straight for the Incense Valley.

As he became familiar with the wind spiritual power, he gradually seemed to have mastered a trace of the rhythm of the wind, and now the wind dragon form, compared to the sword escape void, the speed was no longer the same as that of the whisper.

He was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye he was flying in the middle of the valley surrounded by four mountains.

Looking down, under the cold and clear light, there is a hidden mist in the sky above the Incense Valley, surging and floating, looking like a light veil mist, with a bit of mystery in the beauty.

And as Mo Wen continued to fall, the situation in the valley gradually became clear, with a patchwork of palaces and pavilions, scattered around, and the architectural arrangement was extremely exquisite.

However, although the architectural style is quite similar to the Central Plains, but the subtleties are slightly different, with less finely carved carvings and more carved decorations of birds and beasts, which are obviously more or less influenced by the architectural customs of the border people.

Mo Wen swept the four directions with the power of the dragon, and the spirit beast gray dolphin that lurked in the dark cave, and the incense valley used to warn, trembled with fright, not daring to make the slightest sound, let alone touching the bell with the silk thread.

Xu is too dependent on these magical gray dolphins, the guard force in the Incense Valley is not very tight, Mo Wen's spiritual power expanded, and he swam quickly while exploring the surroundings.

After a while, he came to a secluded place far from the complex, where the winding paths were deep, the trees were tall and dense, and at the edge of the woodland was a stone monument that read:

The fire is heavy, and the disciple stops.

Before he got closer, Mo Wen felt that there was a rolling heat wave coming towards him, and he thought that nine times out of ten, it was the so-called Xuanhuo Altar here.

After this stone stele, Mo Wen obviously felt that the surrounding scenery had changed a lot, the most obvious thing was that the trees were much thinner, as if they were scorched by the Xuan Fire and difficult to grow.

Further on, after this area, the grass on the ground gradually disappeared, and the ground dried up inch by inch, as if it was a perennial drought.

After turning a corner, Mo Wen was stunned, and from a distance, a huge flame burning in the sky appeared in front of him.

When you go in and take a closer look, you will find that it is actually a hanging altar, the whole body is made of a kind of red and fiery strange stone, there are three layers up and down, each layer is at least a few zhang, the more you go up, the smaller the area, into a pagoda style.

Below the altar, there are thirteen huge white stone pillars, the edges are slightly thinner, and the middle one is the thickest, and the diameter is not several zhang.

I don't know who did such an ingenious architectural design, the Incense Valley or the Wu Clan?

Mo Wen shook his head, the strange appearance of this altar caused him to see it as a flame at first sight.

At that moment, Mo Wen went up to the altar as soon as he jumped up, Mo Wen stood at the bottom of the floor, searched for a while, and found a red wooden door, and pushed the wooden door without hesitation, and walked in.

Hot, unbearably scorching heat!

This is Mo Wen's biggest feeling.

The oncoming heat wave is much higher than the temperature outside, and if you are an ordinary person, you are afraid that your clothes will already be burning.

After Mo Wen traveled around his body with the fire attribute true yuan in his body, his whole body suddenly warmed and he felt extremely comfortable.

He looked around carefully, and saw that this was a large circular hall, four or five zhang high, extremely empty and deep.

Mo Wen took a look, and saw that the ground and the surrounding walls were also paved with the same strange stones as the outside, and they were red, and with the huge hall, it looked extremely spectacular.

The furnishings in the hall are very simple, and there is not much decoration, except for the center of the hall, where a flame burns, illuminating the surroundings.

Seeing this, Mo Wen walked straight to the center of the hall.

As he slowly approached, on the ground, some carvings that had been eroded over the years gradually appeared, and Mo Wen counted them, there were a total of eight pictures, walking around the flames.

Upon closer inspection, he found that among these carved images were some kind of terrifying sight of an ancient fierce god sacrificing and devouring mankind.

Seeing this ferocious and cruel carving, Mo Wen couldn't help but have a name in his memory in his heart - Eight Fierce Xuanhuo Array!

When Mo Wen stood in front of those carvings completely, a murderous aura rushed to his face, which frightened him, as if the fierce god in the painting would come to life and devour himself in the next moment.

Mo Wen carefully observed the carving for a while, and walked towards the center, only to find that the flame in the center was actually a crystal-like crystal clear strange stone, which was embedded in a stone pillar less than a person high, through which you could see the boiling and tumbling lava magma below.

The altar was built on an active volcanic crater, and from time to time, the red light of the lava was refracted through the strange stones, making it look like a burning flame.