When I arrived at Xiao Feng's residence, I saw him sitting on a chair in the living room, thinking about something, and when I saw Fang Yan coming, I raised my hand and pointed to the chair in front of me, signaling Fang Yan to sit down.

Fang Yan Feng's appearance was very strange, and it was difficult to ask, but he was a little nervous. There was almost a pillar of incense for a while, Xiao Feng smiled at Fang Yan and said, "It's not bad, you are more mature than I thought, and your temperament is much more stable." ”

The dialect spoken in a sentence is even more confusing, and I don't know how to answer.

"Hehe, I'm leaving, dialect, I may not see you again. ”

"What, are you going to leave the sect?" Fang Yan was shocked, and he was a little worried about whether he had closed his mind in retreat.

"It's not, I grew up in the sect since I was a child, how could I leave so easily. Soon I will represent the sect in the trial, as long as I want to go further on the path of immortality, I must do it, there is no other way. ”

"Trial, what's that?"

"Well, you just entered the sect not long ago, and it's understandable that you don't know. This trial is also called the trial of life and death, and every ten years a secret realm in my Nanyue will be opened, in which there are countless opportunities, endless dangers, and most importantly, there is the elixir of refining Zhuji Dan. It has been nearly twenty years since I arrived in the sect, and I have already reached the peak of the Qi cultivation period, but without Zhuji Dan, I can't go any further. ”

"It's extremely dangerous inside?" Seeing Xiao Feng's solemn expression, Fang Yan had a hunch that this matter might be even more dangerous than he said.

"Nine deaths, even more dangerous than that. ”

"Ahh

"I'm not exaggerating, the sect will have twenty disciples enter it every ten years, but only two or three people come back alive every time, and in the early years, there was even a single one alive. ”

The dialect is completely speechless, and it is really dangerous to say this.

"You must wonder why I'm going when it's so dangerous. Xiao Feng smiled at him, and said to himself: "Do you know where the sect's Zhuji Dan came from? The living disciples brought out the elixir, and each elixir was exchanged for a Zhuji Dan, and the extra ones after refining were kept by the sect and distributed to the disciples who hoped to build the foundation year by year. But over the years, few people from the sect have come back alive in the trials, and the Tsukuji Dan has become extremely precious, and I think to myself that there is no way to get it, let alone afford it, and if I want to build the foundation, I can only take risks, and there is no other way. ”

"Then, can't you ...... that senior brother" Fang Yan felt a little unable to speak, and sneered.

"Hehe, I see what you mean. The junior brother knows that I was born in the royal family, and there is no possibility of returning to the clan after going up the mountain, only on the immortal road to be brave and diligent, and to move forward. I have been thinking about this retreat for a long time, and if you want to advance, there is no other way at all, only a trial, and if you don't go now, it will be the same in ten years. Instead of waiting for the empty years, it is better to give it a fight in exchange for the opportunity, do you know that before the age of fifty to build a foundation, the sect will focus on cultivating, and then it will be the sea and the sky. Xiao Feng said quietly, without a trace of emotion, as if he was talking about others.

The more I listened to the dialect, the more shocking it became, but I also sincerely admired Xiao Feng's courage, disciples like them, without the massive resources provided by the sect, and without the ancestral shade to shelter, they had to fight with their lives at every opportunity. "This is the fate of our monks, and if I succeed in cultivation in his year, I am afraid that he will also embark on this path. Fang Yan pondered secretly, and didn't say a word for a long time.

After a long time, Fang Yan raised his head and asked, "When will you go?"

Xiao Feng stood up, took a few light steps and said, "It is estimated that it will be next month, and I am waiting for the news of the opening of the secret realm." ”

As soon as the conversation changed, Xiao Feng said again: "Fang Yan, you are a genius of Lingzhi, I have heard about the Jinding Zhusun, maybe you don't have to follow my path in the future." But I just want to say to you, I hope you remember that on the way of cultivation, there is no advance or retreat, nothing can be stopped, no danger is fearful, and you always have a brave and enterprising heart, and don't be confused by trivial things. You are the most diligent monk I have ever met, and you have the best talent and luck, I hope you don't slack off, so that you can go further on the path of immortality. ”

After speaking, he nodded thoughtfully, and Xiao Feng smiled silently. Then he didn't say anything more, but instead asked about the golden-topped bamboo sun and Lingzhi, chatted for a long time, and had dinner together, and then took his leave.

Back at home, Xiao Feng's words still echoed in Fang Yan's ears for a long time. In fact, all monks need chance, if you want chance, you are likely to experience life and death, want chance but spare your life, how can there be such a good thing in the world. What a blessing it is to take refuge in others and get Yu Ze, but to keep this good fortune, how can it be so simple to dare to go through life and death.

Speaking of dialects, he is already a person with deep fortune, but how many times have he encountered unforeseen dangers, how dare he say that he will not be like Liu Mingyuan, the immortal path is lost, and the body is dead, isn't this in the life and death? Chance is like this, only in the dangerous peak of the mountain, the same is true of the Heavenly Dao, and it will only shelter those who are worthy of protection. Who is a monk in this world who does not want to penetrate the line between life and death, and move forward under the drive of heaven.

The once mortal world was far away, no matter how much he wanted to grasp it, but as he tried to move forward, he slowly divided into two paths, one immortal and one mortal, standing at the fork of the two roads, the dialect hesitated. Isn't there a fairy road, cultivating the truth on the road of one's own heart, and building a small courtyard of the fairy family built by the heart under the heavenly road of love.

Fang Yan shook his head, he was just a small monk of the third level of qi refining, an ant-like existence in the immortal cultivation world, compared to Xiao Feng, he was too far behind, not to mention the trial of life and death, he may not even have the qualifications to sign up in this life, now he can only bless him, hoping that he will be blessed with deep fortune and turn evil into good fortune. Fang Yan didn't have many friends, and Xiao Feng could be counted as one.

A month passed in a blink of an eye, and just when Fang Yan was busy asking someone to collect the white fruits, Xiao Feng left. Fang Yan took the time to send him off, and when he arrived at his residence, several people were also there, Xiao Feng waved his hand in a dashing manner, and scolded with a smile: "It's not life and death, whatever you send, go back." With that, he rose up and disappeared into the sky with a whoosh.

Although the harvest of ginkgo seeds this time was very good, it was the first time that Fang Yan had borne fruit after planting the seeds that year, and the total amount exceeded two hundred catties, but Xiao Feng's departure made Fang Yan feel heavy, and he couldn't be happy. This time, the dialect was not handed over to the sect, only one hundred catties were handed over, and the rest were packed in a special bag, ready to be sold in the fang market by themselves, so as not to cause a sensation again, and then it was a rainless visit and exchange.

Started a dull cultivation life again, working day after day, so that Fang Yan's heart gradually calmed down, and the cultivation of spells was also slowly growing, and as the rapid growth period when he had just advanced passed, he had reached the stage of accumulating mana. The spiritual power in the dantian is no longer the faint aura that it was when it first advanced, but forms a small aura mass, around which the trace of spiritual power gathers around like a fog and slowly rotates.

Several spells in the third layer of qi refining have been practiced more and more proficiently, and they can be sent and received by heart, whether it is the spiritual rain technique or the ** trick, they are all larger than the previous casting range, and the time for watering the spiritual field every day is also greatly shortened. This huge courtyard is thriving, and a sense of pride arises in Fang Yan's heart.

Recently, there are not many things in the spiritual field, and the spiritual grass and spiritual trees have also grown, so there is no need to take care of them as before, as long as they are watered once in a while. Fang Yan wants to go out of the mountain, in fact, this idea has been around for a long time, mainly because he feels that his strength in the fighting method is too poor, and several fighting methods have used the power of the formation, and he is still in danger of dying, and if he does not strengthen it, he is afraid that he will not have such good luck in the future. It just happened that he recently got that soul card, so he put his mind on it, wanting to catch a demon pet and enhance his combat power, he really couldn't leave some time ago, and now he can go out and go around.

He even chose the place, it was in the Valley of Horror northeast of the Fire Gate, only about two thousand miles away, and ten days back and forth was enough, anyway, he didn't plan to go too deep, just go around the periphery. There are usually few people in that place, there are no spiritual grass and spiritual objects, but there are a lot of Yin Soul Monsters, which are very difficult and do not get many useful items, and over time, no one wants to go again.

This is also the reason in the dialect, if there are too many monks, the dialect is still worried about their own safety, but if it is just a monster and a ghost, there is a soul card in hand, and the danger is much smaller. But before that, he had to prepare first and buy some healing pills to avoid danger after being accidentally injured.

Two days later, Fang Yan took care of all the things in the small courtyard, took the elixir talisman he bought in the past two days, rode on the green crane and set off.

On the way to the Valley of Horrors, most of them were from the family territory controlled by the Fire Gate, and the dialect wearing the clothes of a servant disciple was quite safe all the way, and it only took two days to arrive at a very small market. It was set up by several surrounding families themselves, with only a street of more than 100 zhang, dozens of shops, and one or two inns. After leaving this Fang City, hundreds of miles north to the Valley of the Horrors, Fang Yan decided to rest here for the night and set off early tomorrow morning.

The city was deserted, and a few people, dialects, didn't bother to go shopping, so they only bought the latest map of the Valley of Horror in a shop, and went back to the inn to rest.

Early the next morning, the sky was not yet fully bright, and the dialect set off according to the direction marked on the map, and there were still more than ten miles away from the valley, and the green crane was reluctant to fly any further, thinking that it was the ghostly aura here that made it very uncomfortable. Put away the green crane, and the dialect cast the wind control technique, but it was only a quarter of an hour or two to reach the Valley of Horror.

The valley at the entrance is several miles wide, with dark cliffs on both sides, and large black stones can be seen everywhere in the radius, and the grass and trees within ten miles are very desolate. When he arrived at the mouth of the valley, Fang Yan felt the gusts of wind blowing in the valley, and even felt a trace of coolness in his soul.

At this time, a soul card slowly rose above the head of the dialect, and he felt more comfortable, sensing a burst of emotions as if he was happy in the soul card, and the dialect was a little weird. When I raised my eyes, I saw that the soul card began to emit a faint black light, and gusts of yin wind blew on it and was slowly inhaled by it.

It's really a good treasure, Fang Yan's heart is a lot more stable, and the danger of having this thing to help him should be much smaller. After a short walk forward, we entered the Valley of Horrors. Enter a deep, wide valley flanked on either side by dark and steep cliffs that almost obscure the sunlight overhead. There was a dead silence in the whole valley, so quiet that only his own heartbeat could be heard, even a bird.

No one has been here for a long time, and there is no trace of artificiality, just like an interface independent of the cultivation realm, and there are completely two different worlds inside and outside the valley. There is not a single plant or weed, and the eyes are all black and gray, and it is really hard to imagine how this place was formed. The texts only say that this place was formed tens of thousands of years ago, related to the First World War, and the rest is unknown.

The road surface was uneven, the stones on the ground were different from the outside world, and the black and eerily white mad man walked cautiously in dialect, turning back from time to time with a flame talisman hidden in each hand. Before I knew it, I walked down the valley into the depths of the Valley of Horrors.

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