Han Yu only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and suddenly his body fell lightly into a mess of grass more than one person high.

Han Yu struggled to stand up and looked around, and found that the disciples who came first were standing on the gravel in the grass, looking coldly at the disciples who came in behind.

And not far above their heads, there was a black passage that was constantly twisting, and the figures that were constantly twisting out of it fell to the ground.

The whole sky was invisible, it was always gray and depressing, and standing on a boulder next to it was a wide canyon filled with white-gray mist, and not far away was a strangely shaped twisted forest.

They are located in an area just on the canyon wall.

Han Yu stood on the mountain rock, his eyes turned quickly, and when he saw where Wu Feng was, he couldn't help but move away a little.

After another stick of incense, finally all the disciples fell from the black passage and gathered together according to the sect they belonged to.

At this moment, the passage slowly shook, and the passage began to become unstable, and at this moment, a majestic voice came from the other end: "You all listen, there is only one month to explore the treasure in the secret place, and everyone will return to this place at that time." Remember, there's only one month. Whoever is too late will never want to go out. ”

As the majestic voice fell, the black passage began to collapse, and it didn't take long for it to turn into a black dot and collapse into nothingness.

Just as the disciples of the various sects gathered together to discuss countermeasures, the monk standing in the far corner slapped a white talisman on his body, turning into a streamer of light and sweeping away into the distance.

The disciples of each sect were startled, and they all looked at the people of the Imperial Sword Sect with strange eyes.

Wu Feng's face was gloomy, he had planned to quietly follow Han Yu to solve this trouble, but he didn't expect Han Yu to be so alert that he didn't give him a chance to do it at all.

"Senior brothers, let's discuss what to do next. Everyone also knows that the terrain of the secret land changes drastically every hundred years, and the experience left over from the past is useless. Wu Feng's eyes swept over Tu Min and the others, and said lightly.

"I won't stop everyone from acting collectively, but the scope of the secret land is huge, and only by acting separately can we gather enough resources. The palace maid of the He family said coldly.

"Hehe, the spiritual power in this secret place is so rich, I don't know how many heavenly and earthly treasures there are, so I don't want to share it with others, I want to act alone. A monk in a brocade robe sneered, his eyes as gloomy as a viper.

"I also have the same idea, this time the harvest of the sect will be divided into one-fifth of the family, and I, Song Ze, don't want to waste this great opportunity. Song Ze in Tsing Yi sneered and expressed his opinion.

Most of the disciples agreed, and only a few weaker disciples showed hesitation.

"Very well, let's all be careful and go our separate ways. However, if you find that your fellow disciples are in danger, you can hope to help. Wu Feng said with a smile.

The disciples of the other sects also finished discussing one after another, and all of them scattered, some went to the strange woods, and some wanted to spare the canyon to explore the other side.

Everyone only dared to fly above the gray cloud at a height of more than ten zhang above the ground.

None of the people who can be sent are stupid, they are extremely cautious about unfamiliar secret places, and they don't want to be negligent to find death.

Song Ze saw that the disciples of several sects wanted to jump over the canyon, and sneered, and a strong wind rolled up on his body and flew towards the woods.

Seven or eight disciples behind him also followed with flashing eyes.

The corners of Wu Feng's mouth also raised a sneer, and he chased in the direction that Han Yu had just fled.

But when he entered the woods, he frowned and fled in a northeasterly direction.

And Han Yu, who was the first to enter the dense forest, was already within dozens of miles of this strange forest.

Just now, Han Yu flew to the edge of the dense forest with the flying talisman and stopped waiting, intending to lure Wu Feng over and then find a way to kill him.

But Han Yu waited for a while, and found that he didn't chase after him, so he didn't continue to insist, so he went deep into the dense forest.

After walking in the dense forest for a while, I found that there was nothing special in the woods except for the strange twisting of the trees, and I saw only some colorful insects, not even a wild beast.

Han Yu looked up at the gray sky, and couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, if he was going in the wrong direction.

I saw him jump onto the top of a strange tree, and there was a dead silence in all directions, as long as his luck was not too bad, he shouldn't be able to meet the disciples of other sects.

Han Yu jumped off the tree and pondered, and suddenly a vine coiled around his wrist suddenly climbed into his hand and stretched out to the southwest.

Han Yu raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect this thing to come in handy, so he hurried to the southwest.

I saw that he walked dozens of miles, and suddenly his steps slowed down and looked ahead.

I only saw black-green rattans wrapped between the trees in front of me, and the ground was covered with dead leaves of unknown thickness, and the leaves that fell below had long since rotted into mud, and the leaves that had just fallen were still intact, and there were occasional bubbles between the rotten leaves.

Underneath the leaves is a swamp!

Han Yu's eyes flashed, he jumped onto a nearby big tree, took out an ordinary firewood knife and wanted to cut the rattan, but he couldn't cut the rattan with great force, which made him a little moved.

Han Yu thought about it and took out the Qingling Sword from the storage bag and poured mana into it, only to see a flash of blue light on the Qingling Sword.

After a "click", the rattan was cut off, and pale green juice flowed out.

Han Yu's face sank, and he looked at the rattans in front of him that were wrapped together like spider webs with some worry, and he didn't know how much mana he would waste.

Suddenly, the green vine fell on the tree, and burrowed into the severed rattan, only to see that the dark green rattan color was rapidly yellowing, and the water loss became withered, and with a little force it was broken into two sections.

Han Yu was slightly stunned, and a surprising scene happened!

The black-green vines that were wrapped between the trees were rapidly turning yellow, falling off at the slightest shaking.

Han Yu excitedly followed in the direction of the withering, and after about a stick of incense, he came to a strange old tree.

I saw that the branches and leaves on the top of the old tree had withered yellow, and the lower part was also shriveled, but it was still full of life on the small piece near the root, exuding a very peculiar fragrance.

Han Yu first glanced around vigilantly, and then his gaze focused on a small purple flower, which seemed to be an ordinary purple flower, but in the middle of it, there was a golden bud.

Han Yu glanced at it, took out a thick book from his arms, with "Wanbao Quanshu" written on it, and quickly flipped through it.

This book was distributed by the sect before leaving, so that the disciples would not miss it when they encountered spiritual objects, and there were some special elixirs and transplantation methods.

After all, the disciples who came here spent most of their time cultivating, and they only knew some basic spiritual materials, and it was impossible for them to have contact with some rumored heaven and earth elixirs.

Han Yu flipped through the classics directly, and only when he saw the purple flowers would he stop slightly, and if he found something wrong, he would immediately jump to the next line.

This book of ten thousand treasures records all the elixirs and spiritual herbs, and there are many rare minerals, and even the raw materials of some magic weapons are described in great detail.

When he saw a purple flower, his fingers hanging in the air suddenly stopped.

"It turned out to be a purple musk flower, an auxiliary spiritual material for refining high-grade elixirs. This should be three hundred years old, and I don't know how many spirit stones are worth. Han Yu saw the picture depicted above, and then carefully identified it, and said with a smile on his face.

I saw Han Yu jumping on the tree, took out the Qingling Sword and cut off a piece of dead wood, and after a few careful glances, he was about to take out the wooden box and put it, and the green vine in his hand stabbed out like lightning.

I saw that the purple musk flower quickly dried up, and in less than a few breaths, it turned into a pile of purple flower mud, and there was no trace of aura on it.

Han Yu's face suddenly stepped down.

The green vine absorbed the spiritual power of the purple musk flower, became a little thicker, and conveyed the joy to Han Yu with his consciousness, and wrapped it around his wrist again.

Han Yu thought about it, Qingteng would definitely grow after swallowing the purple musk flower, so let him swallow more to see if he could evolve.

Its original appearance Han Yu had seen it, and it tightly entangled the entire small stone mountain, and the vines grew a little terrifying.

Han Yu put away the wooden box in his hand, and then followed the guidance of the vine and continued to probe in one direction.