In the northern mountains thousands of miles away from the Sword Sect, there are eight steep peaks occupying eight directions, and the mountains are undulating, naturally forming a concave valley with a radius of 100 miles in the encirclement.

In the southeast direction, there is a gap about 100 zhang wide, as if someone has split the mountain peak with a sharp blade with ** force, and this is the only entrance into the valley.

The morning sun drips dew, the birds rise to the sun, the mist is illuminated by the sun, and outside the valley is a green meadow, and the flowers and plants all over the ground are like the first appearance of a girl who has just woken up.

Some early risers of all kinds of butterflies and insects are busy in the sea of flowers to start a new day.

At this time, all kinds of strange beast roars came out from the valley, as if declaring that their territory would not allow outsiders to set foot in it.

The gap between the two peaks is deep and desolate, like a dormant beast, waiting for the arrival of delicious food with its huge mouth open.

When the sun was three poles, a silver point of light suddenly appeared in the distant sky, which was still far away at first, but the next breath was already near.

The silver light converged, and the light faded.

A silver flying boat appeared on the grass outside the valley, and I saw the figures on the flying boat crowding, and there were nearly a thousand people under the count.

The leader is a woman wearing a blood robe and her charm is undiminished, and this person is the deputy head of the Piaohong Courtyard, You Lianhua.

Most of the rest were boys and girls of six or seven years old, all with different expressions and full of curiosity.

You Lianhua looked at the gorge in front of her, a little silent, and there seemed to be some memories in her eyes.

After a while, she said coldly: "There is no distinction between high and low life, but there are high and low people. Just as the emperor of the world holds a heavy weapon in his hand, he is regarded as a god in the eyes of mortals, but in the eyes of our cultivators, he is like an ant queen among ants, and he can be pinched to death by reaching out. If you are a master, you must endure hardships and hardships, and immortal cultivators are like sailing against the current, if you don't sweat today, you will have to pay your life in the future. However, it takes a lot of effort to enter my blood sword vein, so that there is any hope of survival, if you can't survive here, you will die!"

You Lianhua paused slightly, looked at the child in front of him who didn't dare to speak and looked nervous, a trace of undetectable pity flashed in her eyes, and then said: "This place is called the Valley of Hundred Beasts, and it is the Sword Sect that breeds hundreds of spirit beasts in captivity for the purpose of honing the first disciples of the Piaohong Academy. There are hundreds of miles in it, and although there are many spirit beasts, as a Condensing Realm cultivator, as long as you are more careful, it will be quite easy to deal with. However, in the central area of the valley, there are some condensed demon beasts, which must not be recklessly entered. You only need to stay in it for two months to pass the test, and when you come out, you will be allowed to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and choose a free exercise, of course, this is the privilege of my Piaohong Academy. "

At this point, a smile appeared on her lips, but her eyes were a little dim.

Everyone had obviously heard of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and they were extremely excited for a while, and they also had deep confidence, because most of them had already entered the middle stage of condensation, and it was naturally easy to deal with some spirit beasts.

Although there are demon beasts comparable to the Condensing Fetal Realm in the central area, as long as you are careful not to touch them, it should be very easy to stay in the valley for two months.

And some militants were already impatient, and they were eager to enter it immediately to kill them so that they could test the results of their cultivation, but seeing that the young woman in the blood robe had not yet spoken, they had to wait patiently.

"If you can enter the central area and kill a condensed demon beast, the sect will reward you with a low-grade spirit sword. You Lianhua looked at everyone with a look of high morale, and continued.

As soon as the words fell, the crowd threw a thunderbolt and exploded.

"Oh my God, I heard you right!"

"The ordinary long sword given three months ago is already extremely sharp, how sharp should this spirit weapon be?"

"I heard the people of the Yijian Academy say that the senior brother of the self-cultivation realm is already good to have a low-grade flying sword. "

"With such a generous reward, it must be extremely dangerous to kill a demon beast. "

"What's that, we are also in the Condensation Realm, that demon beast is similar to our realm, as long as we find the right time, it is not too difficult to think about it. "

There was a lot of discussion for a while, and most people decided to give it a try, and if they couldn't beat it, they would run, and they would give it up for the reward.

There are also a small number of people who are vigilant and always feel that something is wrong.

Jing Yun is also one of the few people who are skeptical, according to the words of the young woman in the blood robe, as long as she stays for two months, she can enter the Hidden Scripture Pavilion for free once, if this kind of reward is so easy to do, isn't it too abnormal? Killing a demon beast will reward the lower grade flying sword, this is also too dreamy......

"Send them in. You Lianhua took out a silver array plate in her hand, which was densely engraved with tiny runes, and commanded.

"Yes!"

More than 20 blood-robed disciples divided nearly 1,000 children into ten groups, one hundred people, and brought them to the entrance of the giant beast's mouth in turn, only to see that the first one had just entered it, and a burst of spiritual energy surged, and then emitted a dazzling light, and the people who entered it suddenly disappeared, and it turned out that a teleportation circle was arranged at the mouth of the valley.

Jing Yun was in the seventh group, and just then he saw Xu Budong's fat physique appear in the fourth group, and was about to go over and tell him to be more careful when he entered, but everyone was really too cooperative, and they all spontaneously waited in line, and teleporting into the valley was just a blink of an eye.

He just glanced at it hurriedly, and saw that the fourth strand had disappeared, and sighed helplessly in his heart, and could only pray in his heart that he could turn evil into good fortune.

After a while, Jing Yun was standing in a circular formation with a diameter of more than ten zhang, surrounded by seven small yellow flags more than three feet high.

When everyone stood still, the small flag suddenly soared to a height of three zhang, and the inscription runes engraved on the yellow flag emitted a dazzling silver light, and the surrounding heaven and earth aura frantically poured into the formation.

At this time, the silver light flashed, and after a whirlwind, he only felt dizzy, his eyes were full of Venus, and his chest was extremely bored and nauseated, and when he was down-to-earth, he lay on the ground and vomited vigorously, until the bile was about to vomit out, and then he felt that the situation was slightly better.

Suddenly, he realized that something was not right, because it was so quiet that there was no sound except for his vomiting, and he quickly looked up.

"I knew that the sect had long been on guard, how could such a rich reward be done so easily. Jing Yun wiped his mouth with his hand, looking at the surroundings where there were only green pines, green grass, flowers, and beautiful walls, and his heart was full of helplessness.

At this time, his face was pale and bloodless, and his limbs felt a little weak, and the most important thing in this desolate and dangerous place was to restore his body to the best state before thinking about anything else.

He took a deep breath to clear his mind, and saw that not far away by the woods, there were small mounds more than a foot high next to the steep mountain wall, with a gap about three feet wide in the middle, which looked quite hidden.

Thinking to himself, this should be the edge of the Valley of Hundred Beasts, and there must be no powerful spirit beasts, so he walked to the gap between the mound and the beautiful wall and meditated cross-legged to recover.

"Hold the seat, will it be inappropriate to put the patrol mountain in it? This demon is brutal and cunning by nature, although it is only a wisp of divided soul, and its strength is less than one-ten-thousandth of the period of total victory, but it is not something that those condensed disciples can deal with. In front of the thatched house next to a white bamboo forest, there were two people standing in front of and behind, one of them was burly, dressed in a blood robe, it was the master of the Piaohong Courtyard surnamed Lin, at this time he stood with his hands down and said respectfully.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, all things are used as dogs, and our generation cultivates, only fighting for heaven and earth. Although the mountain patrol is evil, it is also the spirit of enlightenment. Those who are spiritual, must have their weaknesses, go to the extreme to change the way, get it as luck, and only look at creation. In front of the master of the forest courtyard, a middle-aged man wearing a white scarf, eye-catching sword eyebrows, two strands of long hair hanging from his ears, and wearing coarse linen clothes, looked at the slightly rippling lake in front of him and said calmly.

"What the boss said is extremely true, it is the disciples who are too worried, the jade is not cut into a weapon, and the creation you perform depends on which of them has such luck. It's just that I don't know what the disciples are called here today. The Lin Courtyard Master asked with a slightly restrained doubt.

"It's been a hundred years since Senior Brother Wan passed away!" A trace of remembrance flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man Gu Jing Wubo, and he said a little lonely.

"Bingzhang Throne, the master has passed away two Jiazi. The doubts in the eyes of the Lin Courtyard Master were even thicker, and then he seemed to think of something, and faintly looked forward to it.

"This seat has promised him that I will send you to the Sword Soul Realm, this is a boundary breaking order, take it!" the middle-aged man sighed.

"Thank you, the disciple will retire first. "

Looking at the pentagonal token suspended in front of him, as if soaked in blood, the forest courtyard master forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, respectfully saluted the man's back, and then slowly withdrew from the range of the thatched house, and then turned into a blood-colored rainbow and galloped away.

"Xiao Linzi seems to be rough and uninhibited, but in fact he is thoughtful, after a hundred years of precipitation, he has sharpened a little sharpness, if he does not fall in it, his future achievements will definitely not be lower than Senior Brother Wan. At this moment, a gentle voice that made people listen like a spring breeze sounded in front of the hut.

As soon as the words fell, I saw a white-robed man wearing a jade crown and extremely handsome appeared out of thin air in front of the thatched hut, and this person was Zhou Lingtian.

"Did you bring something?" the middle-aged man was not surprised at all, as if he had known about this person's existence for a long time, and asked lightly.

"Isn't the price a bit too big?" Zhou Lingtian's face was solemn, and he nodded with some hesitation.

The middle-aged man glanced at Zhou Lingtian and didn't answer, only to see his left hand thrown into the lake in front of him, and a three-legged bronze tripod covered in red and yellow color suddenly suspended on the surface of the lake, looking like it was the thing that was used as the eye of the formation in the previous blood condensation array.

Seeing this, Zhou Lingtian didn't say much, his right hand was pinched into a sword and pointed at the lake, and a three-foot long sword with a slight silver light appeared above Dingkou out of thin air.

Then, he stretched out his left hand, only to see a palm-sized disc in his palm, which was engraved with Qian, Zhen, Kan, Gen, Kun, Xun, Li, Dui, and a black and white fish-shaped pattern in the middle, which was a Tai Chi Bagua Mirror.

The sword finger in Zhou Lingtian's right hand slowly wandered on the Tai Chi Bagua Mirror, and there were words in his mouth, and as the speed of his mouth increased, the sword finger also quickly rose.

Then, a one-foot-wide pillar of light suddenly appeared in the mirror, and a huge silver disk appeared on the top of the pillar of light, and the surrounding runes flowed.

And at this moment, his sword pointed at the sword and the tripod that were quietly suspended on the surface of the lake, and the Tai Chi Bagua Mirror composed of countless runes in the air suddenly enveloped the entire lake, and after the sword and the tripod rotated for a while, they also dispersed one after the other, and after a while, they stood still.

If you look at it from a high place, the long sword and the bronze tripod are exactly in the eye of the yin and yang fish of the Tai Chi Bagua Mirror.

Zhou Lingtian's eyes flashed, and he squirted out a mouthful of essence blood at the Taiji Bagua Mirror in front of him, only to see that the light of the Bagua Diagram in the lake suddenly became a little stronger, and with the flow of runes, the water on the lake surface rippled for a while, and a picture of a valley appeared out of thin air.

After doing this, Zhou Lingtian's eyes dimmed, and his expression suddenly withered.