For Chu Xinghe to be able to reach this place so quickly, all the foundation building monks present were confused.

The place where the Black Crane Sect is located is seventy or eighty thousand miles away from Biyou Valley, and such a distant place is that Monk Cheng Dan flew with all his might, and he didn't want to rush here in a few days.

The appearance of a vision in Biyou Valley was only for three or four days, even if the Black Crane Gate knew about it from the beginning, it was difficult for Chu Xinghe to appear here at this time.

This Chengdan monk was able to appear in Biyou Valley because he did not come here from the place where the Black Crane Sect was located. A few months ago, he had left his cultivation place and gone out in search of a rare spirit grass.

After some searching, he didn't get what he wanted, and in desperation, he wanted to return to the sect, but when he paused in the sect's secluded Beppu, he received a message and was told what had happened in his blue valley.

Psychic treasure, but something that is rare to see in ten thousand years, as soon as he received this news, Chu Xinghe immediately dispelled the idea of returning to the sect, and set off directly towards Biyou Valley.

After two days of non-stop all-out flight, we arrived at Biyou Valley today. As soon as he arrived here, he saw two groups of monks who wanted to fight here. So the two sects were stopped.

Chu Xinghe appeared here, and none of the monks of the Lingxu Sect and the Baicao Sect dared to make any more moves, so they put away their treasures and returned behind their respective heads. The tension just now disappeared immediately.

Thousands of casual cultivators, under the leadership of those foundation-building monks, hurried over to pay their respects. In front of the appearance of Brother Yicheng Dan, everyone also stammered.

As soon as Chu Xinghe stood still, he waved his hand to stop everyone's sycophancy, and did not look at the monks present, but looked at the colorful clouds and mist miles in front of him with a hint of doubt on his face.

After a full cup of tea, he retracted his gaze, with a solemn expression, and said slowly:

"Cangwu Daoyou and Nanyu Daoyou, the old man has also heard about the matter of your two sects, but this is not the place to resolve disputes. We all need to work together to deal with this colorful ghost fog. ”

After listening to Chu Xinghe's words, the foundation building monks present suddenly burst into shock, and Cang Wuzi asked in a trembling voice: "What? The seniors are saying that this mist is strange, not that some psychic treasure is about to be completed in this world?"

This place is within the scope of Wushan, if there is really a difficult ghost in it, the first person to be attacked by it must be his Baicaomen.

"Hehe, don't be anxious, this fog, the old man can't judge its good luck, even if it is a spiritual treasure in the world, it is also very possible. ”

However, when the old man carefully scanned the mist just now, his mind was always restless, and this situation made the old man very puzzled, thinking that the old man had cultivated to such a state, his mind was already extremely tenacious, and he would never be unstable when he was idle. ”

"Whether there is anything strange in this fog still needs to be explored by all of you. ”

After listening to the words of Brother Cheng Dan surnamed Chu, all the monks present were whispering. Although the old man could not judge whether there was a psychic treasure in this multicolored mist, he could not judge its good luck either.

For those who cultivate immortals, they are going against the sky, and they all know the truth of seeking wealth and danger. Although the monk regarded his life as extremely precious, he had no strange encounters, and it was difficult for him to go far on the path of cultivating immortals just by cultivating step by step.

The canyon in front of him is dozens of miles in circumference, such a large area, it is too huge for the thousands of monks here, if you can really get a treasure in it, it is a monk of the Qi Gathering Period, and they can escape safely without being known by others.

"Hehe, the old man thought of looking inside, I don't know what the Taoist friends are going to do?" Chu Xinghe saw that everyone's faces couldn't help but change, so he smiled and said.

"The predecessors didn't know that in the colorful mist, the smell was unbearable, even if we monks entered it, it would be greatly affected, and within the mist, it was extremely restricted to our divine sense, and it could only detect twenty zhang away, which was very unfavorable to us. I wonder if my predecessors have a way?"

Cangwuzi groaned slightly and said respectfully. For it, whether there are psychic things or difficult ghost things in it, they are bound to find out what they want to do. Otherwise, it will be difficult to sleep even if you are sleeping.

"What's so difficult about this, although the divine consciousness is difficult to be very far away in the mist, the sound will not be affected by it, as long as the number of you are not too far apart, if there is danger, you can take care of each other. ”

Chu Xinghe seemed to have thought of this a long time ago, and replied without hesitation.

Hearing this, all the foundation building monks nodded slightly. In Quzhou, for tens of thousands of years, they have never heard of a difficult ghost thing there, so everyone still believes in the possibility of producing a psychic treasure with this colorful mist in their hearts.

As for entering the interior to find out, most of the monks agreed quite a bit.

Seeing that everyone was eager to try, Chu Xinghe's face turned cold, he glanced at the monks here, and said in a deep voice: "In this mist, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, the old man thinks about everyone's life, according to the old man, it is better not to enter the monks below the ninth layer in the qi gathering period." ”

Hearing this, the monks on the ninth floor of the Qi Gathering Period suddenly made a commotion, but after a while, most of the monks bowed down and left the place. But there were still dozens of low-level monks standing in the distance, looking embarrassed.

Chu Xinghe didn't persuade him anymore, but sighed slightly, and said lightly: "All the Daoists who enter it, it is best for several monks to act together, and it is best for one or twenty monks to explore together. If you encounter an accident, you can also take care of one or two. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he ignored the crowd, and in a flash, he walked away towards the colorful mist in the distance. In a moment, it disappeared into the mist, and was nowhere to be seen.

Seeing this, the heads of the three major sects no longer hesitated, and after consulting with the elders, they each led their own monks towards the place where the mist was.

After a little hesitation, the remaining hundreds of scattered cultivators also formed their own teams, and followed them into the colorful clouds.

When I landed, there was still a lot of people here, and the heads of people were stirring, but before the tea was ready, it was empty.

Just when the monks were scrambling to enter the tea time after the colorful clouds. In a dense mountain forest, wrapped in a cloud of yellow light, a young man in a green shirt slowly revealed his figure.

This is Qin Fengming, who has been hiding here for a long time, there is no doubt about it.

Qin Fengming didn't miss a word about the words of the monk surnamed Chu, and the old man's judgment was the same as him, and he didn't know what was in the colorful clouds.

Looking at the clouds and mist that were constantly rushing and rolling in the distance, Qin Fengming didn't feel that he stood on the spot, and it was difficult to decide how to act for a long time.