As soon as he was ready, Wei XVII said goodbye to his fellow disciples and embarked on an unknown journey. The one who went to the Ghost Gate Abyss with him, in addition to his junior sister Qin Zhen, there was also a green wolf. This was the first time that Wei Qiqi introduced her to an old guy from Lao Yaling, his name was "Qing", and he was a wolf, not a "big dog" as Qin Zhen thought.

In late autumn, the weather is cool, and the yellow leaves are flying like rain all over the mountain, Wei XVII is not in a hurry, and stops and stops all the way, taking time to catch some game, and put it in the Penglai bag in case of emergency.

The Penglai bag stored the corpses of the beauty python and the white-fronted insect with hanging eyes, and there was some surplus, Wei XVII tried to collect the living creatures, but as a result, the pheasant and hare belonged to the bag, and the soul was lost, leaving only a warm body, neither dead nor alive. He was a little regretful, he was still thinking about the critical moment, and put Qin Zhen and the green wolf in Penglai bag to escape, but now he had to break this idea.

Containing living creatures requires a specially refined magic weapon, Penglai bag can't be made, Ruan Jing also said that this bag has no other use, it can only store flesh and blood, and it is not rotten or bad. A thought suddenly flashed in Wei Qiqi's heart, where did the souls of those pheasants and hares go? Did they disappear, or were they sucked by the Penglai bag?

Thinking of this, he regretted a little, he didn't have a strong enough soul at hand to test, and he shouldn't have killed that white-fronted worm directly.

From Tiandu Peak to the east, after traveling more than 300 miles between the mountains and mountains, and going deep into the reckless Kunlun, Wei XVII estimated that it was not far from the Ghost Gate Yuan, slowed down, and was careful to beware.

On this day, they came to a half-withered and half-glorious mountain col, the west half of the col withered grass and trees, a bleak scene of late autumn, the east half of the ancient trees towering to the sky, lush branches and leaves, there are four seasons of flowers that do not wither, eight sections of evergreen grass, a mountain, as if divided into two different seasons.

Qin Zhen cautiously stepped into the half of the mountain col where the grass and trees flourished, as if from late autumn to midsummer, the warm breath came to her face, and the breath of fire was extremely strong, she couldn't help but widen her eyes, she was amazed, and shouted: "Senior brother, this is a good place to cultivate!"

Wei Qiqi agreed, walked along the place where the withering and glory meet, found a dilapidated stone tablet, lay on the ground, brushed away the silt and weeds on the surface, and saw three quaint characters engraved on it - Yin Yang Ridge.

Wei Qiqi stroked the stele, his fingers pinched hard, it was as hard as iron, he was curious, he took out the iron rod and smashed it hard, and the stele did not move at all. He knew that there must be a mystery in this stone stele, so he was in a hurry, and he didn't want to waste more time and mislead the business, so he called Qin Zhen over at the moment and told her to absorb the qi of separation from the fire next to the stele and cultivate by herself.

"Senior brother, do you still want to move forward?" Qin Zhen was a little worried, the Yin Yang Ridge was not as good as Tiandu Peak, and she didn't know what danger was lurking, she didn't want to be separated from her senior brother.

"Stay here, don't be cranky, I'll keep the green wolf around. Wei Qiqi touched her head, and suddenly remembered something, and the ghost envoy added half a sentence, "In case of any accident, flee to the other side of the stone tablet, remember?"

Qin Zhen nodded obediently, frowned again and muttered, "Senior brother, you always touch my head like a puppy." Wei Qiqi laughed and rubbed two handfuls of them mischievously, crumbling her hair into a mess.

Qin Zhen watched his senior brother drift away with his messy hair, disappearing into the vast dense forest, and his heart was full of melancholy. She said to herself: "Qin Zhen, Qin Zhen, you have to cultivate hard, only if you become strong enough, can you follow him!"

The iron rod was too heavy, tied to the back with a thick rope, in case of encountering a monster, it was too late to take out the enemy, Wei Qiqi simply put the iron rod across the back of his neck, put his hands on both ends, walked a few steps, remembered a lonely monkey, felt unlucky, changed his posture again, picked up the iron rod with one hand and strode forward.

Turning over a hill along the foothills, two huge cliffs face each other, there is a narrow gap in the middle, the narrowest part is only for one person to squeeze forward sideways, looking up, there is only one line left in the sky, which is covered from time to time by falling boulders, intermittently.

Passing through a line of sky, the eyes suddenly opened, a stone beam of a foot wide across the cliff, the four sides are full of dwarf masson pine, the abyss under the cliff is misty, the depth is bottomless, there is a faint suction, birds and beasts dare not approach.

This is the Ghost Gate.

Wei Qiqi picked a random direction and walked along the abyss for several miles, but did not find any trace of the monsters. He bowed his head for a moment, returned to the stone beam, tried to take a few steps, felt that the hair under his feet was fluttering, one step at a time, it was very inconvenient, he looked carefully at the side, and saw that the stone beam had been polished by thousands of years of wind and rain, smooth as a mirror, and had a jade-colored luster. He immediately retreated, found a masson pine, peeled off the rough bark, kneaded it into a rope and tightly wrapped it around the sole of his shoe, tried it, and thought the effect was not bad.

Step by step to the center of the stone beam, a terrible roar suddenly sounded in the abyss, and the thick fog cleared, and a huge strange bird flew out.