As soon as he returned to the cave and sat down, Fang Yan couldn't wait to take out a blank jade slip, write down the places he saw along the way that could be settled, and then closed his eyes and pondered for a while, and walked outside the cave again. I saw that he released a piece of vine with his left hand, found a place to fix it, and then returned to the fog, stepping on the cliff wall and gradually leaning into the deep valley.

Descending to a depth of about 100 zhang, Fang Yan accurately stood on a protruding rock that was only half a foot long, and then took out a big axe and long knife and other utensils, smashed them all over the place, and started digging a cave again. Here he was not afraid of attracting ghosts, and the magic vine was tightly held in his hand, and he could escape back into the cave at the slightest movement, and he was fully prepared beforehand.

Two days later, a stone cave no more than a few feet in size was dug out by him, which seemed to be barely enough for one person, but it had already met the requirements of the dialect. It turned out that he was going to go all the way to the depths, and through the footholds carved out along the way, he could solve the problem that Qingluan's transformation could not last, and he could gain a firm foothold when he was attacked by the fierce creatures in the valley.

But that was all, because the rock was too hard for the dialect to carve out a decent place, and he had to go deeper and deeper, which would have taken too long. Then the dialect repeated its old tricks, and then slid to the next location, arranging one by one along his memories until he reached a crack in the stone at the bottom.

The dialect here did not end hastily as before, but spent several days patiently digging a deep stone cave. After this thing was done, Fang Yan worked tirelessly to crawl back to the cave before the earliest, and took Qingluan over, which lasted for more than a month, and he was really tired enough, but fortunately, the ghost thing he was most worried about never appeared.

The rest of the matter was naturally handed over to the two demon pets, and he just rested for half a day, and went down to the deeper part of the valley with Qingluan again, using this method to search little by little. Although it may seem a little clumsy, it is still a safe strategy, and this seemingly cautious approach has indeed allowed the dialect to avoid several dangers.

Just in the middle of his excavation of a batch of footholds again, several ghosts were harassed before and after, all of which flew out from the depths below, looking strange, but without exception, they were all ghostly. Fortunately, Fang Yan had something to rely on at his feet, otherwise it would be very possible for him to fall into the deep valley without saying a fight, and finally he killed them one by one with the soul card.

However, now the dialect is more certain, and the previous guesses of the two are not wrong, not only because the yin aura is becoming more and more obvious, but also because the successive appearance of ghosts is also a proof.

Fortunately, a few ghost things are not as difficult as ghost phoenix butterflies, and the level is not too high, in the division of ghost things, it should be regarded as a ghost general level, which is equivalent to a third-level and fourth-level demon beast, and they can't go a few rounds in front of the dialect.

This discovery made the two of them more confident, and they went deeper and deeper with more patience, walking farther and farther into the depths of the valley, until this day they broke into a black fog. The original thick fog disappeared, and all around it was replaced by these cold black smoke, and the black fog did not condense like water mist, but quickly blew towards the face, like billowing smoke burning in the ground flame.

But these black smoke carried a deep cold aura, blowing away the white mist that permeated the place, and the two dialects had walked here thousands of feet deep, to say the least, before finally lifting a corner of the veil of mystery. Although the black smoke was like a gust of wind, Qingluan was not uncomfortable with it, and he carried the dialect on his back and flew all the way down, straight into the depths of the smoke.

Not far away, the dialect clearly sensed a huge gap in the cliff wall, and it was from here that billowing black smoke came out and swept away. Without waiting for the dialect to speak, Qingluan flew around this gap with a comprehension, and found through the strong black gas dialect that this oblique cliff gap was quite strange, and the length was also considerable.

Although it is not more than half a zhang wide, the gap is more than ten zhang long, and the strange thing is that it is not like a crack in the cliff, but it is like being cut open by a giant sword, and the crack is straight and even. Moreover, the gaps in the cliff walls are usually split along the mountain, but here they are completely longitudinal and cross-cut, so it is not suspicious that it is so counterintuitive.

"Qingluan, let's go back first, don't be in a hurry at this time. "There must be a demon when things go wrong, with the temperament of the dialect, he naturally does not want to break in recklessly, and soon Qingluan will face a period of weakness, so it will be even more inconvenient. Rather than breaking through, it is better to go back and rest well, and then use the previous method to concoct it, often at this time, the dialect will be extremely calm.

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Half a month later, two faint figures came back here, but they were clinging to a rope-like thing and descending here. After staying at the edge of the gap for a short time, the two of them entered it one after another, but it didn't look like a normal walk-in, but it seemed like they accidentally slipped and fell into the gap, and disappeared in an instant.

These two people are dialect them, of course, they came here after a lot of hard work to go deep into it, but as soon as they walked to the edge, they found that the rocks inside the gap were as smooth as a mirror, as if they had been carefully polished. Unexpectedly, the erosion of the black gas is more than the fog outside, except that the surface of the rock is drier and colder, and the situation in the two places does not seem to be much different.

But the topography of the two places is very different, the inside and outside of the gap are actually consistent, the shape and size have hardly changed, the whole is like a narrow and straight cave, stabbing obliquely into the depths below, even if the dialect slipped some distance in it, the surrounding area is still the same.

"Hey, this kind of terrain is so weird, it looks like someone has pierced it with a sword, but what kind of earth-shattering giant sword can pierce this place like this, and which super powerful handicraft. The more he went down, the more frightened he became, the two of them flew down like a childhood slide, but the surrounding terrain still did not change after nearly a hundred feet, which made him inexplicably have such a scary thought.

With a "bang", the two of them fell into the air at the same time, and then fell to a piece of hard ground and fell into a ball. Fortunately, Fang Yan kept adjusting his body shape in the process of slipping, trying his best to slow down the speed of the decline, otherwise he would definitely fall lightly this time, even if he had alchemy in his body, it was inevitable that he would be slightly injured.

Qingluan was also pulled by Fang Yan when he fell, so he didn't hit the ground hard, so the two looked embarrassed, and finally landed safely. Fang Yan sat up with his hands on the ground, and suddenly felt something strange on the ground under him, not only became potholes, but also the surface was wet and a little sticky, and then he smelled a fishy smell again.

When the two of them stood up, they both frowned in unison, not only did the smell be terrible, but there was no light to see. But from time to time, there was a howling wind whistling of ghosts and wolves, accompanied by a cold aura that hit the whole body, which was extremely uncomfortable, but the dialect suddenly gave birth to a sense of familiarity.

"Netherlands, these should be Nethermish Mists. Fang Yan whispered. These scenes immediately reminded him of the place he had been to the ghost place called Netherworld Valley outside Xuantian City when he was a disciple of the Outer Gate when he was away from the Fire Gate.

And these cold mist that wraps around the whole body is the ghostly ghost fog that only exists in this kind of place, and ordinary people naturally feel uncomfortable, but they can't be asked for by ghost cultivators.

Because the great ghost mist often comes from places where the yin aura is rich, it is the good place for these ghost cultivators to cultivate, and these ghost mist that is so rich that it can only be produced to a certain extent is regarded by them as treasures, and it is used for cultivation after refining.

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