After leaving the teahouse, Fang Yan went back to the inn to rest. The next morning, Fang Yan came to the teleportation hall, and the hall was already full of people, although Fang Yan paid the teleportation fee yesterday, but he was not at the top of the ranking, there were hundreds of people lined up in front of him, and when it was his turn, he was afraid that it would be two hours later.

Although this time was nothing to the monk, it was boring to stand here and wait for two hours, so Fang Yan walked into a teahouse on the edge of the hall, spent two spirit stones to make a pot of spiritual tea, and sat there drinking and waiting. It wasn't until it was almost noon that Fang Yan heard the monk guarding the teleportation array reading the fake name he had reported yesterday and hurriedly ran over.

Led by the guard, Fang Yan and the other nine came to a large circular formation, and after confirming the identity of each person, he handed them a teleportation charm, and then led them to the center of the teleportation array. When all ten people stood on the teleportation array, a monk played a series of tricks on the formation, and sent the array to "hum" and emit a dazzling light, and soon the light dissipated, and the ten people in the center of the formation disappeared.

Despite the support of the teleportation talisman, Fang Yan still felt a violent spatial fluctuation, and his whole body seemed to be torn to pieces by a huge force, and even the divine soul was shaken to pieces, and the divine soul villain in the sea of consciousness became sluggish. It was a very uncomfortable feeling, but it didn't take long for the surroundings to stop spinning and stopping, and they heard someone shouting loudly, telling them to leave the place immediately.

Fang Yan's spirit still hadn't recovered at this time, and the whole person was a little confused, and followed the people around him to a hall in a daze. For a quarter of an hour, Fang Yan relieved himself slightly, and still felt that his spirit was shaking and his stomach was nauseous and vomiting, but he had regained a trace of clarity.

This is the first time that Fang Yan has taken the teleportation array, and after a distance of 100,000 miles, if it weren't for the stability of his spirit, I'm afraid it would take longer to recover. Fang Yan held on to a pillar in the hall, and the surroundings of the hall were immediately shocked by this majestic hall.

This is a huge building as high as dozens of zhang, with an area of thousands of acres, and dozens of huge teleportation arrays are distributed far and near, and there is one every hundred zhang, which is neatly arranged around in a fan shape, and from time to time the seat formation can flicker and dark. There are also places that are obscured by people and buildings, and I am afraid that this hall is not only so large, but it is also the largest building in the life of the dialect.

The crowd of people coming and going was bustling, not less than 10,000 people at a glance, but they did not feel crowded at all, and there were many monks who were riding the teleportation array for the first time like the dialect, leaning on the huge pillars or the benches on the side, quietly closing their eyes and recuperating. The hall was also heavily guarded, with black-clad guards walking back and forth from time to time, and some guards in white shorts guiding the flow of people to the exits.

Fang Yan slowly stood up, followed the crowd to an exit outside the hall, and walked out with the rolling flow of people to a huge square. The square is also a thousand acres in size, all of which are paved with white jade, but a high platform is built in the middle, and the crowd of people passing through the square slowly merges into Xuantian City.

Xuantian City is an ancient immortal city, it is said that it has existed for hundreds of thousands of years, when it was built has been impossible to verify, in history has been the territory of Qingyang Sect, it was not called this name before, and then Qingyang Sect was inexplicably split, this big city was taken over by Qingxuanmen, and it was renamed Xuantian City under the rule of Qingxuanmen.

Xuantian City is already located in the hinterland of Nanyue Kingdom, is one of the most prosperous immortal cultivation resorts in South Vietnam, itself is built on the traffic arteries connecting several major forces in Nanyue Kingdom, and there are a large number of teleportation arrays left behind, the transportation is very convenient, and it has become a fairy city where a large number of Nanyue monks live.

Moreover, this big city is still built on a spiritual vein, and there are not only places for living and trading in the city, but also a lot of spiritual places for cultivation, so there are many high-level monks who come here.

Walking through this square, the dialect came to the streets of the city. The streets of Xuantian City are much neater than those of Lieyang City, and the buildings on both sides are quaint and atmospheric, neatly built on both sides of the road, not crowded together like in Lieyang City. The street is very open, and it is divided into sidewalks and roadways, the sidewalks on both sides are paved with gray jade, and the roadway in the middle of the street is paved with thick white rocks, and there is a row of spiritual flowers and grass planted between the sidewalks and the roadway.

There are many pedestrians on the street, and the wide sidewalks are not crowded at all, and the roadway in the middle of the street is full of large carts pulled by birds and animals, shuttling through the middle of the street. This is a big city with tens of millions of people, and it can build the city so neatly and beautifully, Qingxuanmen is worthy of being one of the eight major sects, and this strength is not at all comparable to the likes of the small Lihuomen.

Near the square, there was a row of animal carts, reserved for the monks, who stood on the side of the road in twos and threes, asking the monks if they needed to hire them. As soon as Fang Yan approached, a coachman of the same age as Fang Yan greeted him, this coachman was also a monk, and he had a second-level cultivation of Qi refining.

When the words came, they immediately asked enthusiastically where the dialects were going. At this time, the sequelae of Fang Yan's teleportation array have not completely disappeared, and he will definitely not be able to go to Ghost Valley in this state, so he is going to find an inn in the city, and he will go there after a day's rest, so he asked him what inn is nearby.

The coachman was a monk, and of course the dialect was not in good shape and needed to rest. And this person grew up in the city and is very familiar with this place, so he introduced to Fang Yan that there are several inns of different grades nearby, and the prices are of course different.

Fang Yan just wanted to rest at this time, and the price was acceptable, so he asked him to take him to a mid-range inn, according to him, there cost eight spirit stones for one night, which was higher than the cost in Lieyang City, but Fang Yan didn't care if it was just one night.

The man hurriedly invited the dialect into the carriage, which was still very spacious, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of animal skin, which was very soft to step on. There is also a large bed in the carriage, covered with a yellow animal pattern fur, it is very comfortable to sit on, and the carriage is also very clean, and the dialect sits on the bed, quietly closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Then the man immediately retreated, turned over and jumped on the seat on the back of the demon beast, and with a shout, the beast cart slowly began to move forward, and then the speed became faster and faster, but Fang Yan didn't feel bumpy at all when he sat inside. Fang Yan asked the coachman with some curiosity, what kind of demon beast is this, it runs fast but very steady.

According to the man, this is a domesticated demon beast, called the Wind Beast, not very big, but the character is very docile, and the speed is extremely fast, this is in the city, if there is no one outside the city, you can pull a cart and run hundreds of miles in an hour, catch up with the flight of the monk's sword. This is actually a spirit beast, it has been domesticated by humans for many generations, and it has long been very familiar with this city, and the demonic nature of the ancestors has long been worn out.

As he spoke, Fang Yan was taken to a five-story inn, the door of which was not too big, but it was neatly tied. A tall archway with the name of the inn written, planted on both sides of a row of verdant spiritual trees several feet high, the passage at the entrance of the inn is paved with cyan jade, and clusters of low shrubs are planted on both sides, and occasionally there are a few clumps of spiritual flowers, which are very neatly trimmed.

Fang Yan got down from the beast cart, threw two spirit stones to the coachman, and walked over. At this time, a man in the inn had already come to greet him, respectfully saluted the dialect, and invited the dialect into the inn. The coachman was also invited to the side door of the inn, and a coachman like them who brought guests to the inn would probably give some benefits.

Fang Yan came to the inn, in front of a carved table, a middle-aged monk dressed as a Confucian was sitting there, it was the shopkeeper of the inn, there were two high-backed chairs in front of the table, on which sat a monk, checking in. Seeing Fang Yan come in, the maid on the side took Fang Yan to a bench by the window, and soon brought another cup of tea, and Fang Yan was waiting here.

Then the maid introduced this inn to the dialect, it turned out that the guest rooms here were divided into three classes, eight spirit stones were only the price of the lower room, and the upper room cost twenty spirit stones a night, and it was still very tight, and now only the middle room and the lower room remained. Fang Yan was a little depressed, knowing that Xuantian City was far more prosperous than Lieyang City, but he didn't expect that the price was far beyond there, twenty spirit stones only lived for one night, and it was out of stock, and the monks here were really rich.

I didn't talk to the maid for long, and soon it was Fang Yan's turn, and when I came to the carved table, Fang Yan didn't ask much, so I chose a middle room, twelve spirit stones every night, what is so good about the expensive room. In a room with more than ten spirit stones, Fang Yan really hasn't lived in it, and today is considered a luxury.

The room was on the third floor, and his own man took him up, and walked up the wide staircase of several feet, and the dialect went up. The guy opened the door for him, and gave Fang Yan a jade card, as long as Fang Yan input mana on the jade card, this room will automatically open the ban, and this ban is connected to the magic circle of the entire inn, it is almost impossible for other monks to break it for a while, and the inn also has high-level monks in charge, so it is very safe to live here.

Fang Yan followed what the guy said, and injected mana into the jade card, and a light curtain immediately rose in the entire room, and disappeared suddenly, and the prohibition of this room was opened. Then Fang Yan had this room, the room was not big, much smaller than Fang Yan's own bedroom, but the furnishings were very exquisite, and then there was a small room inside, and Fang Yan knew why the house price here was higher than that of Lieyang City when he went in.

It turned out that there was a spirit gathering array in that small room, which was even more advanced than the one used by Fang Yan when he was in the Fang family, but there was no spirit stone on it, and the person who had to move in had to dig the spirit stone himself. Fang Yan took a piece of the array disk in the middle of the Spirit Gathering Array, put nine spirit stones into it, and then input a stream of mana into the array disk, and the Spirit Gathering Array started with a buzz.

A faint aura quickly gathered in the room, Xuantian City itself was built on the spirit veins, and after the Spirit Gathering Array was opened, the effect was much better than in other places. Fang Yan felt the aura getting stronger and stronger, and his whole body felt comfortable, so he took a shower in the small bathroom in the room, and fell asleep on the bed.

I had a good night's sleep, and when Fang Yan woke up, it was already three poles of the sun. After yesterday's teleportation, the feeling of soul shock was gone, all kinds of discomfort disappeared, and Fang Yan felt that his mana and body had been mastered again, and now he could go to the Valley of Ghosts in such a state, and after thinking about how to prepare, he left the inn.

Arriving on the street, Fang Yan found a small shop specializing in classics and looked for a map of Ghost Valley. Ghost Valley is a famous place for training, and although this shop is small, there are several different versions of the ghost valley map to choose from, and the more detailed the content, the higher the price. Fang Yan spent a hundred spirit stones to buy the most detailed map, which was described in the outer places near the Valley of Ghosts, and even many places in the valley were marked.

Fang Yan held the map for a long time, there are three entrances to this ghost valley, the closest entrance to Xuantian City is not far from the city, it is only three hundred miles from the north gate, and it can be reached in about half an hour. In front of the entrance, there are more than a dozen markets and market towns, fanned around the entrance, where the local monks who hunt demons in the Valley of the Spirits live and trade.

Fang Yan went through all the useful information in it, and had a general idea in his heart, so he got up and walked out of the shop, stopped a beast cart on the side of the street, and rushed towards the north gate of Xuantian City.

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