The mountain wind blows,

The trees sway, the grass flutters,

As far as the eye can see, the mountains are boundless,

There is no fireworks in the world, but there is a unique quiet scenery of heaven and earth.

The seven-star sword emitted green light, the sword qi surged due to adduction, and the immortal light flowed, floating in the void.

Feng Lan stood on the sword, his expression was leisurely, and he searched carefully.

The sky is clear and the sun is warm.

Today is a rare good weather.

Fenglan's heart is covered with clouds.

He had been following him for two days, and both the village woman and the woodcutter had disappeared like droplets of water in the sun.

And in this vast mountain, people are inaccessible, fierce birds and beasts are infested, and danger is everywhere.

Suddenly, a thick gray, like a mist rising from a steamer, surged from the mountain stream, extending left and right, diffusing and faintly wrapping the area where the mountain stream was located.

In the Taiming Continent, there are 100,000 mountains in the Western Wilderness.

It's just that what is more dangerous is the millions of mountains in the Southern Regions,

In particular, the vast land where the Western Wilderness and the Southern Regions meet, known as the "Yellow Spring", is geographically complex and extremely dangerous.

In contrast, Fenglan is still on the outermost ring of the million-dollar mountain.

Feng Lan Shang was five miles away from the gray mist, and with the powerful divine sense of the Foundation Realm, he couldn't sense anything unusual, but he urgently landed his sword and hid in the shadows.

The wild fox let out a low cry that seemed to be uneasy.

Fenglan picked it up and stroked the smooth and shiny fox fur to calm it down.

The wild fox followed the wind for a few days, his qi and blood changed greatly, and the gray fox fur began to change color, and the roots of the fox hair showed fresh blood.

A moment later, in the southwest direction, several bright lights came like lightning, and fell a hundred feet away from the wind.

The bright light dissipated, and seven young men appeared, the first one, with sword eyebrows and sideburns, a slender figure, and an extraordinary aura.

Feng Lan used the Zhenhai Sutra to hold his breath, and the divine consciousness of the Foundation Building Realm spread freely, as if standing next to them, and it was difficult for the strong among them to detect Feng Lan's existence.

"Deputy Sect Master, you are like a god, and the time is just right." On the left, a man walks through the road.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't be careless." The young man who was the deputy sect master said indifferently, "The Southern Regions are not very peaceful. The Sect Master has already told all of us to lie down quietly and not show our heads."

"Sunfall City, it's a huge loss." The Deputy Sect Master muttered, "Among the more than 10,000 people, there are 600 of us. It's not certain who wrote it now, but as far as I can guess, I'm afraid that the old boy of the Holy Talisman has sent his most proud disciple, Feng Lan.

Fenglan, Fenglan, the only seedling of the Feng clan in Flame City, is only fifteen years old, and he has entered the fifth year of the cultivation realm, and has successfully built a foundation.

Such a person is really terrible."

"Deputy Sect Master, it's very calm over there in Seven Star City." One humane, the other echoed, "Gu Xianyun: Governing a big state is like cooking a small fresh. The Palm Heaven Sect has lost 5,000 years of land territory, and if it is to take it back with a hairy boy, wouldn't it be as difficult as climbing to the sky? It's wishful thinking."

"Well, that's right." The Deputy Sect Master nodded, "When the matter here is over, I will personally go to Sunfall City, and then go to Seven Star City, it is best to see this storm."

"Hmm, by the way, what's the news from the Hehuan Gate right now?" The Deputy Sect Master laughed and said, "They've been making a lot of trouble lately."

"It's all gone." The first person on the left said, "I want to come here to avoid the limelight of Falling Sun City."

"How did you poison 10,000 and 97 people at once?" The Deputy Sect Master muttered, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said loudly, "It's coming. This animal made the sect master quite troubled. We must not afford to lose."

Feng Lan looked at the misty mountain stream, as if there was smoke from the wind box blowing the wind and making a fire inside.

"Oh, it turned out to be a miasma."

Feng Lan realized that there were already millions of mist miasma in the mountains here, but he didn't expect the fog miasma to be so powerful.

Such a mist miasma is often accompanied by powerful demon beasts or ferocious

Poultry appears.

Therefore, the fierceness of the fog miasma also refers to the fierce beasts and birds of prey hidden in it.

In just a moment, the wind blew fiercely, and a black cloud rose from the depths of the mountain, spreading out like ink, covering the heavens and the earth. And in the depths of the mountains in the distance, the wind roared like a roar.

"Evil beasts, indeed, have some power." The Deputy Sect Master said loudly, "Set up the formation, capture the cat."

Meow~, there was a slight cat meow in the mountain stream, as if the cat had just woken up.

"Kui Cat?" Feng Lan pondered, "What kind of demon beast is called that?"

Suddenly, there was silence in the sky above the mountain stream, and squares appeared in the black clouds.

Feng Lan finally saw that it was a huge net born from the black clouds, enveloping the entire mountain stream.

Meow~, a terrible shrill whistle resounded through the sky.

Fenglan's face changed slightly.

This whistling sound alone is enough to show that this group of people is mobilizing and the "Kui Mao" they are facing is a very powerful monster.

In the sky, there was a sudden explosion of thunder.

Suddenly, the wind was as wild as a knife, and the rain was like a needle.

It's just that the rainstorm in the mountain stream magically swept towards the sky, and it seemed to splash from the sea. The thunder and lightning in the sky also accumulated in that area.

"Evil beasts!"

The deputy sect master was slightly angry, and with a light wave of his right hand, he raised a mouthful of blood-colored Xiaoding.

Xiao Ding rose into the air, the blood color overflowed, dyed red a small square of heaven and earth space, engraved on the three dragon heads engraved on the body of Ding, gradually revealing hideous, as if to come back to life.

"Like!"

Fenglan secretly whispered.

This small ding is exactly the same as what Feng Lan got from the Demon Cave.

It's just that after Fenglan returned to the mountain gate, he handed over the tripod and the brazier to the master, but the master didn't mention anything about the tripod, only said that the brazier was the treasure of the cultivation world, and the master Lingfeng Zhenjun could use it.

"What kind of sect is this? How come you've never heard of it? Could it be that the Heavenly Sect has weakened to such a state?"

Fenglan is really incomprehensible, the dignified Five Orthodox Sects, dominating the cultivation realm, in fact, I am afraid that they have long existed in name only, and there are already powerful Xiuzhen sects that can compete with the Five Orthodox Divisions.

"It's sad."

Fenglan shook his head and sighed gloomily, deeply saddened.

"What are these cultivators who have grown up in the dark waiting for?"

It's just that, in this way, this inexplicable problem arises.

A young leader in the cultivation realm like that deputy sect master didn't even pay attention to the Holy Talisman of the head of the Heavenly Sect.

Once his sect is openly unveiled, it is enough to dominate one side and stand with the Five Righteousness.

Even, at a certain point in time, expand the territory and compete for the strongest right to speak.

At this moment when Feng Lan is thinking,

The blood-colored Xiaoding was already a blood mist, and the three dragon heads broke away from the small ding and rose into the air, and the huge dragon body seemed to be hidden in the blood mist and the small ding.

A huge shadow leaped out of the depths of the mountain stream.

The mountains within a radius of hundreds of miles of mountain streams shook violently several times, as if a giant beast lying deep underground turned over and trembled.

The blood-colored small tripod, the light was sudden, and a blood-colored lightning flashed out from the mouth of the ding, and the moment it hit the shadow, it turned into a blood-colored dragon claw, grabbing the huge shadow from the head.

The deputy sect master's body shook violently before he stood firm, silently reciting the incantation, and the blood-colored dragon claws slowly retracted. When he was about to reach Dingkou, a triangular magic weapon was punched out in the left hand of the deputy sect master. At this moment, the huge net that emerged from the black cloud came over and covered the flying shadow net.

After a violent struggle, the shadow gradually subsided, and when it appeared, it was a three-legged giant cat, with a swarthy, long hair like steel wire, and three golden eyes that shimmered like darkness.

"The Deputy Sect Master is mighty!"

Dozens of people chanted in unison.

"This thing has finally come to pass, and it has not been in vain for twenty-four years of painstaking cultivation by the teacher."

The deputy sect master put away the blood-colored Xiaoding and said slowly, but the blood light in his right hand did not dissipate for a long time. The right hand is tucked into the sleeve, and even the ochre-colored sleeve robe is red

Finish.

"Back!"

The deputy sect master ordered, and everyone's magic weapon rose into the air, turned into a little light, and headed towards the depths of the mountain in the southwest direction.

Feng Lan pondered whether to chase after him in the heavy rain.

That young deputy sect master, the Tao is extraordinary, and the Dao of the Foundation Building Realm is above the wind.

If it is a head-to-head battle, one-on-one may not be able to win the bloody Xiaoding in his hand.

"Looks like I'm overthinking." Suddenly, a soft laugh came from not far away, "Let's go back."

The voice turned out to be the voice of the Deputy Sect Master.

The wind is shocked, this person is scheming, he does things without leakage, and he is powerful.

It's just that now, on the contrary, there is no worries, and it is found that this powerful cultivation sect is the greatest contribution to the Heavenly Sect.

The Southern Regions, millions of mountains, evil mountains.

The mountain is strange and vertical, the right is towering into the clouds, and the strange is the deep ditch and cliff.

The distant mountains are hazy, and they are about to leave in the misty clouds.

Since ancient times, it seems to have been forgotten.

Since the Nine Sages Zhaoji, it has not been in business.

Feng Lan was unwilling to take the risk of continuing to follow in a straight line, and turned southward, thinking in his heart, since he knew that there was a powerful sect, there was a way to deal with it in the future.

He also thought that if the sect had already known about it, but because of his ignorance and recklessness, he would startle the snake, and it would be a great gain that outweighed the loss.

What's more, he has an important matter, and he can't delay it for a long time, and he misses a big event.

In the distance, a strong smell of blood wafted in, mixed with a strange aromatic scent.

Fenglan probed carefully, and flew towards a valley.

"Sister, why are those leopard-headed monkey-clawed demon clans so ferocious?"

Feng Lan was shocked when she heard the woman's voice, and shouted softly, "Ling Xuesha? Uh, no, it should be called Shen Xue Mud!"

"How did someone from the Demon Sect appear here?"

Feng Lan was very surprised, and landed far away in the lost forest outside the valley, probing with his divine sense.

"Senior Sister Xuehong, do you want to catch up and kill all those mongrel demon clans?" Xuanwu's voice, "Those mongrels are not weak, they are already quite large-scale."

"Xuanwu, our mission is to find out the general location of the Chaotian Sect, and then try to get in touch. During the mission, there must be no extraneous branches."

Sure enough, it was the voice of Shen Xuehong, a disciple of the Demon Sect.

"Chaotian Sect, what kind of mysterious sect is it? It's incomprehensible."

This is the voice of the ugly demon of the Devil's Cult.

Feng Lan became more and more angry.

At that time, he strongly recommended going all out and chasing down the Demon Cult.

Now it seems that the Demon Sect knew that the Palm Heaven Sect would not track it, and it actually moved freely in the millions of mountains in the Southern Regions, as if it were in a no-man's land.

Shameful.

"Senior Sister Hong is right." Another leisurely voice said, "The handiwork of Falling Sun City, if it comes from the Heavenly Palm Sect, can only be that kid from Fenglan. In the future, if he succeeds to the throne of the Heavenly Sect, he will definitely have the ability to break through the quicksand realm. At this juncture, we just need to fish in troubled waters, get all parties moving, and then act on cameras."

This voice has not been heard.

However, Feng Lan deduced that it should be one of the elites of the Demon Sect besieging him during the sea war.

Among the people besieging that day, there was a mediocre-looking Demon Sect disciple, the magic weapon was a cyan ring, and the shot was extremely fast, accurate, and ruthless, and he never said a word from beginning to end, and he didn't even make a sound.

The people who track down the mysterious sect always lose their traces, but they accidentally encounter the whereabouts of the disciples of the Demon Sect.

This gives Fenglan an indescribable subtle feeling.