Ningzhou, in the east of Tiannan, is an inconspicuous small state next to Changzhou, where the Falling Demon Valley is located.

The state is the complete opposite of the dense and boundless mountainous area of Changzhou, full of loess barren slopes, and few trees and rivers appear. Therefore, there are very few immortal cultivators living in this state. There are only a few small immortal cultivation families, occupying the few inferior spiritual veins in this state, but they are also at ease, and no one is fighting for anything for them.

In the southwest of Ningzhou, there is a mountain range called Linglin Mountain. It is one of the few spiritual veins in this state.

The area of this Spirit Phosphorus Mountain is not too small, it is more than 100 miles wide. However, the spiritual veins of the mountains are only more than ten miles.

It was only the main peak of Lingpho Mountain and the two small hills nearby that barely allowed the monks to meditate and practice. But in such a small place, there are three immortal cultivation families living here at the same time. It happens to occupy three peaks respectively.

The three families of Huang, Li, and Wang were forced to settle in a place like Ningzhou, where spiritual energy was lacking, and of course they were all small families that did not enter the stream. It is the strongest Huang family among them, not to mention the Jiedan monks, even the Zhuji monks are only two people. The rest of the disciples were all low-level disciples in the Qi refining period, and most of them were in the third or fourth layer realm. Even the three families had thousands of family children who had no spiritual roots at all, and they had to live in the outer areas of Linglin Mountain.

The three families are so close to each other, and there is no trouble to get along safely, and the usual friendship is naturally not bad.

Even in the past hundred years, there has been no shortage of disciples of the three families who have intermarried with each other and formed good marriages. Investigating the root cause, it is that although the quality of the spiritual veins of this Linglin Mountain is really not very good. However, the three families have an unknown strange spiritual spring at the top of the main peak.

Although this spiritual spring is not a rare spiritual object in the world, it is also a spiritual object with magical effect.

After using the water of this spring and some spiritual tea soaked in elixir, it can allow low-level disciples below the fifth or sixth layer of the Qi refining period to cleanse the marrow of the I Ching to a certain extent, which will be of great benefit to future cultivation. This is also one of the main reasons why the three families still gritted their teeth and insisted on not leaving this place even though they knew that this place was really not a good place to cultivate.

However, although this spiritual spring has this strange effect, it is not a place that can be used for many years.

Instead, there are only a few days a year when this kind of spiritual spring gushes out of the ground. The spring water is also pitifully small each time, and it is not enough for the three families to allocate land.

And so it goes. After some discussion among the elders of the three families in the early years, the three families simply sent someone to seal this spiritual spring, and it was only opened once every ten years.

The amount of spring water accumulated in ten years of Lingquan is enough for three families to use at one time. And every ten years, it is also the time when the three new disciples grow and appear. It will not cause the problem of the spiritual spring being wasted and squandered.

This mere spiritual spring made the three families have to be tied together. Jointly protect and use these spiritual objects. And every ten years, the spiritual spring is opened, and the young disciples in the family take the I Ching for good marrow washing.

On this day, at the top of the main peak of Lingfu Mountain, the opening ceremony of the spiritual spring of the mighty earth is being held.

In front of a black mountain wall more than 100 zhang high. There were dozens of disciples of the three families lined up in several rows, all looking at everything in front of them with excitement on their faces.

These disciples. The older one is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and the one is only eleven or twelve years old.

Most of the cultivators are about the third or fourth layer of the Qi refining period, and even those who are only at the first or second level of the Qi refining period are also very popular.

At the front of the crowd, there were more than a dozen monks who were much older, all of whom existed above the tenth level of the Qi Refining Period. There are even three old men among them, and their cultivation has entered the foundation building period. One mid-term, two early-stage.

These dozen or so cultivators, who are profound, are holding a rod in front of the stone wall.

The incantation in his mouth is non-stop, and the ritual of unlocking the ban of the circle is being carried out.

On the tall stone wall opposite, there are seven or eight forbidden talismans of different colors pasted on them, and they are flashing with a flickering aura.

At this moment, under the leadership of the three old men, the incantations in the mouths of more than a dozen monks became loud and urgent, and at the same time, the magic flags in the hands of the three of them became white.

A moment later, the three old men almost simultaneously raised their hands with one hand, and a magic duel was struck. Turned into a glow and swept away.

The talismans on the stone wall trembled slightly in the glow of the Law Decision, and then fell down one after another.

At this time, a few disciples behind who were holding jade boxes and had been on call for a long time hurriedly rushed forward and picked up these spirit runes one by one. Carefully put it into the box, and immediately retreated again.

This forbidden talisman is for a small family like them. It is also a rare treasure, and it cannot be lost.

The stone wall, which was no longer forbidden by the talisman seal, burst out with a white howling aura, and at the same time trembled gently.

Suddenly, the monks in front, including the three old men, raised their Dharma flags in their hands at the same time. Slender filaments of different colors shot out from the tip of the flag, and disappeared into the white light.

The shaking of the stone wall became more violent, and then in the roar of the earth shaking the mountain, the stone wall gradually split into two halves from the middle, revealing a large semicircular gap more than ten zhang wide in the middle.

All the young disciples of the three families behind them all stared at the situation in the gap with wide eyes, and they couldn't stop looking at the situation in the gap.

You must know that this spiritual spring can be regarded as a treasure by the three families, and ordinary family disciples are likely to only have this chance to see the spiritual spring with their own eyes once in their lives. Naturally, I don't want to miss anything. In fact, the true appearance of this spiritual spring, almost all three-year-old children in the family can say it clearly.

A pool made of white jade is three zhang long and one zhang wide, and it is in the depths of the gap of more than ten zhang.

At a glance, only the crystal clear spring water of the small half pond is in the jade pond. It was so pure that it seemed to be spotless.

What's even more extraordinary is that there is an indescribable fragrance faintly emanating from these pool waters, which makes people feel comfortable and refreshed after smelling it.

There was a commotion among the young disciples, and the white-faced and needless old man in the middle of the three old men suddenly turned around, and his eyes shot out sharp essence and swept around.

Immediately, all the commotion subsided.

This is Huang Yuanming, the elder of the Huang family, and his cultivation has reached the middle stage of foundation building. can be regarded as the real first monk of Lingphosphorus Mountain.

Not only were the disciples of the Huang family in awe of him, but even the young disciples of the Wang and Li families were also extremely respectful to him.

"Hehe! It's still Brother Huang's prestige. These little ones can be honestly obedient. When another gray-robed old man saw this scene, his eyes narrowed, and he said with a smile.

"Of course. Brother Huang's current cultivation has reached the end of the middle stage of foundation building.

Maybe we can go one level further and enter the late stage of foundation building?" another old man in a green robe also said with envy.

The two virtuous brothers laughed. It's so old for my brother. There's a chance to go one step further. Such an opportunity can only be left to the younger generation. Let's hurry up and make spiritual tea for these little ones to consume. This time there seems to be more water in the pool than in previous years, which is a good thing. Huang Yuanming smiled and said politely and humbly.

The other two old men were naturally the foundation building elders of the other two.

These two families are even worse than their Huang family, so they can only barely cultivate a foundation building monk to support the façade. Huang Yuanming and these two have also been close friends for many years, so they didn't care about what they said just now.

The other two old men also smiled slightly, stopped mentioning the matter, and began to turn their heads and order the secret disciples of their respective families to brew spiritual tea to step forward and start brewing immediately.

Immediately, two disciples from each family flew out in response to the sound and went straight to the pool. But just when everyone was watching, these disciples had not yet reached the edge of the spirit pool, but suddenly there was a shocking accident.

I saw that three or four feet above the pool, suddenly a low thunderclap sounded, and after a few flashes of five-colored glow, a black ball of light appeared out of thin air in an instant.

Then the black black ball made a strange sound of "zla", distorted and deformed, and turned into a long spatial crack out.

Then there was a "poof", and in the midst of the stunned eyes of the monks, a figure was swept away by a five-colored glow, and fell into the jade pool below.

Then the spatial crack flashed wildly a few times, and suddenly disappeared without a trace.

As soon as the figure fell into the pool, it let out a soft sigh and stood up in a staggering shape. After glancing at the monks in front of the pool, a strange expression appeared on their faces.

The three monks led by Huang Yuanming couldn't say a word of horror for a long time.

The figure was a young man in a cyan robe, and he was a little surprised to see that so many monks were present in the place where he had fallen out, and a hint of embarrassment flashed, but then his expression became as usual.

The blue light on his body flashed, and the Confucian shirt in the pool instantly evaporated, and the dryness became abnormal.

"What kind of place is this? Then with a turn of his eyes, he easily found Huang Yuanming, who had the deepest cultivation among the monks present, and asked indifferently. The words were filled with an unquestionable tone.

"This is Dongyu Kingdom Ningzhou? I don't know if the seniors have a great name, can they give a religious name?" Huang Yuanming had already swept over the cultivation of the man in front of him with his divine sense, but his heart was shocked, and he couldn't see the slightest depth of the other party at all. This shows that the other party is at least a monk in the Yudan period. And the situation of the other party was really weird, he naturally didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and after giving a deep salute, he replied cautiously.

The other two old men also sensed the depth of Han Li's cultivation, and in their hearts, they were shocked in their hearts, and they also gave a deep salute, with a smile on their faces.

"Ningzhou ......" The young man blinked, his expression unchanged, but he repeated it in his mouth, and a hint of a deep groan appeared on his face.

This person was naturally Han Li, who had just escaped from the wreckage of the Spirit Garden. At this time, twenty-seven years have passed since the original Battle of the Fallen Demon Valley.