"Everyone be careful, this is a place where demons gather, don't act rashly. Disciples who cultivate to shallow walk around the inner perimeter, and those who cultivate to high points walk on the periphery. In case of danger, please do not disperse by yourself, and if necessary, you can urge your own magic circle to defend against the enemy. Do you know that?!" Xuan Zhen, the Pavilion Master of the Seven Swords Pavilion, who was walking in front of the disciples, said with a little majesty. "Yes," the disciples said in unison. Xuan Zhen's words were strong and powerful, and the other two pavilion masters walking behind everyone could also hear it very clearly. But the expressions of these two pavilion masters were different, Lingyin Pavilion Master Xianyin Zhenren squeezed his thick eyebrows, and thought unhappily in his heart: "Shameless old horseman, do you really think that you are the master?! If it weren't for the fact that the old man of Qingxuan saw that you were the pavilion master, it would not be good to say you in front of all the disciples, you would have gone to the Yexuan Cave to think about it behind closed doors, how could you give orders here in vain, hum ......!" She was annoyed in her heart, and her face turned red with anger when she thought about Xianyin, but she could only hold it back, and it was not good to vent it in front of everyone, because she knew that it was not the time yet. Looking at the Yunyan Pavilion Pavilion Master Yin Yue again, his face was red and white for a while, and the chord notes formed a sharp contrast. Several pavilion masters of Xuanzong Sect walked forward cautiously with their own disciples in the pavilion, just like that, they walked for more than half an hour in a row, everyone kept walking, as time went by, the disciples became more and more impatient, maybe they didn't encounter any danger for so long, some disciples who cultivated shallower gradually produced a trace of complaints, and then even the disciples who cultivated a little higher couldn't bear it, maybe it was too boring, and they began to make a small fuss, carried away, completely relaxed their vigilance, and the nervousness at the beginning was also thrown out of the clouds, nowhere to be found。 The first few pavilion masters who walked in front of the disciples were also here for the first time, although they had always been very strict with the disciples in their pavilion, but because they usually practiced in the Xuanzong Sect most of the time, they could not escape from the world. There was very little time to come out, so several pavilion masters were also attracted by the strange realm of the strange sect in Death Valley, and they did not obstruct and interfere with the behavior of their disciples, so I think they were also curious. However, it was not as imagined by the previous pavilion masters, and the disciples didn't care about this. At this time, the three major pavilion masters of Xuanzhen, Xianyin, and Yinyue looked around, only to see that the mountains around the valley were towering on both sides of the road, forcing the originally narrow and incomparably narrow road even more impassable, but fortunately, all the disciples were walking in a vertical shape, and there was no big problem. At this moment, the mountains and streams were full of a sense of coldness, and occasionally a few black-faced and fanged bats flew over everyone's heads, bringing a few ominous premonitions to everyone, but other than that, there was silence, only a dead silence like an undead, and no other sound.

Just when everyone thought there was no danger, the danger still happened. Not only did a miserable scream come from the mouth of one of the disciples, but he fell down in response and returned to the western heavens. As soon as everyone reacted, several screams came from the crowd one after another, all of them fell to the ground without warning like the former, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen disciples fell to the ground inexplicably, and beside a seemingly chaotic rock above everyone's heads, "Bell!" There was a strange collision sound of iron and iron, and then huge objects like flame stones shot down towards everyone one after another, and the sudden change caused the other disciples to panic, and the disciples began to be restless. The pavilion masters also woke up from a dream, and shouted one after another: "Don't panic, everyone, quickly form a magic circle!" When the disciples heard this, they all sacrificed the magic weapons in their hands, protected their chests with both hands, and quickly condensed into a huge formation, as soon as this magic circle came out, the current situation seemed to have eased a lot, and several pavilion masters in the center of the magic circle stood proudly, and the string sound urged the mana to conjure up a Xuansi qin that shone with purple light all over the body, only to see the string sound hold it up with both hands, slowly and elegantly caressing the strings, accompanied by the pull of the strings, the sound full of ancient rhyme and leisurely qin sound floated up, and wherever the qin sound went, many flame stones like cow hair stopped flying downwards and stopped in mid-air. "Go!" Xianyin only snorted softly. The strange flame stone was bounced back and shot into a place where no one was in the distance, just like that, the string sound kept stroking the piano in his hand, to drive away the flint that kept falling down, but the flame stone seemed to be endless, and the flame stone still kept diving down in tens of thousands, and the string sound gradually couldn't support it, and then looked at the two pavilion masters next to him, they were also constantly urging the mana to maintain the operation of the entire magic circle, and they couldn't clone to rescue her. At this moment, everyone is constantly persevering, hoping for a turnaround, but in the end they are still disappointed, the flint in the sky has not stopped, but is getting more and more fierce, and most of the hundreds of disciples under the Xuanzong Sect have already been killed and injured. There are only a few dozen disciples who can barely continue to sustain themselves. "Uncle Shi! No, if we continue like this, we will all have to be stoned to death by this flint, so we have to think of a way to do it quickly!" a young disciple shouted at the critical moment. But the originally high voice was drowned out by the sound of falling flints, although the disciple's shouts did not reach Xuan Zhen's ears, but Xuan Zhen is also the master of a pavilion after all, and it is not an idle person to be able to sit in the position of the pavilion master. Xuan Zhen also felt that things were not good for a long time, but he was suffering from the fact that this inexplicable flint had no intention of stopping, and now he happened to see that the string sound could still resist for a while, and the nameless fire in Xuan Zhen's heart could no longer be wrapped. Xuan Zhen found a gap, just listened to the "take-off" ground, and the whole person was like a fireball that fell down, and it ejected like a frenzy. I want to use all my strength to find the source of the flint.

Just as Xuanzhen was ejecting, the mountain rocks below suddenly shook violently, and before the disciples of Xuanzong Sect could come to their senses, a violent wind suddenly raged in the valley. The withered yellow leaves scattered on the ground around were stirred, and the leaves in the sky were swept into the air by the wind, only to hear the sound of "whooshing" a piece of iron, and the leaves in the sky turned into a sharp blade in the sky in an instant, without the slightest slackness, the sharp blades swarmed in, where the blades swept, the corpses were all over the field, and dozens of Xuanzong disciples were killed, but the strange thing was that the pavilion masters such as Xianyin and Xuanzhen who lived in it stood unscathed, and the pavilion masters were full of surprise at this time, and a sense of fear hit their hearts. What the other pavilion masters didn't expect was that the people of the sect had not yet reached the enemy's lair, and they lost hundreds of disciples, and this situation was even more surprising even to the arrogant and unruly Xuanzhen Pavilion Master, and the "Valley of Death" really lived up to its name. Xuan Zhen and the other pavilion masters couldn't help but think in their hearts.

Xuan's heart was furious, but he was helpless. There was nothing missing about the implementation and arrangement of this plan, but this flame stone attacked a very shallow disciple in the sect, and several pavilion masters were unscathed, which was also where Xuan Zhen was most puzzled. Could it be ......" Thinking of this, Xuan Zhen closed his eyes and closed his mind, but his mouth did not move, so he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Open!" I saw that Xuanzhen's eyes were shining with golden light, a beam of light like a bright lamp shone around, only a moment where the golden light illuminated, the original form was revealed, the scenery that was originally seen by the naked eye was an illusion, under the golden light, the original green rows of green trees, now all turned into a terrifying bloody bone frame, the bone frame can no longer be hidden in the golden light, the whole skeleton actually moved strangely, the skeleton that has long ceased to be human is like a zombie, and the two hand bones keep waving forward. Look, Xuan Zhen looked away, a sense of terror hit, where is there a big mountain here, where is there a waterfall, it's all fake, the waterfall is clearly a pool of blood, I don't know who cast a spell to conjure it. Seeing these Xuan Zhen, he hurriedly put away the golden light, and whispered to the few pavilion masters around him: "Everything here is an illusion, everyone be careful." As soon as Xuan Zhen's words came out, he only heard a smile and said: "Hehe, welcome to the Valley of Death, the old man has been waiting for you for a long time!" Looking at the form of the stone statue, it is an image of a simple and cute old man, although it is only a stone statue, but the facial features are very neat, if his mouth does not move, ordinary people can not see it at all. Standing in the middle of the valley, the pavilion masters were willing to let down the slightest guard, and five or six pairs of eyes stared at this stone statue without blinking, ready to fight at any time. Xuan Zhen froze and replied sarcastically: "Hmph, wait for us, I see that you are waiting here for a good time, let us throw ourselves into the net, right? Say! You killed nearly 100 disciples of my sect for no reason, what do you want to do?" As soon as the stone statue heard this, the smile on the stone face became stronger, and after a pause, the stone statue pretended to be aggrieved and said: "How do you know that the old man managed to kill them? You saw it with your own eyes? Besides, the old man has absorbed the essence of heaven, earth, sun and moon here, and has cultivated into this immortal body, which is a thousand times longer than the lifespan of you mortals. Why should I bother to kill you mortals?" "Do you think I'm going to believe what you say? I don't see any human in this valley but us, nothing but you. The strings standing next to Xuan Zhen couldn't hold back, and he pointed to the stone statue above and shouted loudly. Seeing Xianyin come forward, the stone statue couldn't help but be a little excited, the stone beads looked at Xianyin a little, and a trace of joy was revealed, but this slight little action was clearly seen by Xianyin standing below, thinking that this rotten stone statue had something wrong with her, and suddenly a fire in his heart "Peng Peng" exploded, and he raised the sword in his hand and shouted angrily: "Shameless old man, see that I don't destroy you!" The heart is on fire, and the string has long forgotten that it is just a stone statue, and even if there is such an idea, there is only this heart but not this power. Xianyin ignored it at this time, Xianyin screamed and struck first, and a ball of pink light flew towards the stone statue. Enough true qi in his whole body, he exhaled and opened his voice, and struck with a slash of his empty palm. The sharp palm wind just touched the hard chest of the stone statue, only to hear a heavy muffled snort, and then another terrible cry "Ah!" Xianyin's palm slashed on the stone statue as if it was on a rock-solid mountain, and a powerful anti-shock force bounced the string sound back hard, flying out more than ten zhang away. Looking at the stone statue at all, it didn't move, as if nothing had happened. The other two Pavilion Masters couldn't help but widen their eyes, unable to believe the facts in front of them.

"The pearl of rice grains will not shine" The face of the stone statue was relieved, and he smiled again. The mutation suddenly appeared, and out of nowhere, a puff of white light flew in, and dozens of blade-like white whirlwinds roared, so fast that people didn't have time to react. The powerful strength from outside the whirlwind shocked the three pavilion masters again. Even the stone statue at this time became nervous, a protective light emerged and then a circle of golden light lit up, the white light and the protective light collided together, the powerful air flow shook the stone statue trembling, the protective body light around the stone statue was shattered in an instant, and the scattered air flow rushed to the rest of the valleys, and from time to time it also attracted the sound of buzzing stones. "What?Immortal cultivators?There are still such powerful immortal cultivators here, this is impossible! Ordinary immortal cultivators who have not reached the realm of distraction are unlikely to shake me in the slightest. "Haha, have you guessed this? It's not easy!" A slightly tuned voice rang out, and the white light revealed its true appearance.