The outer valley of the Valley of the Wind, in addition to some secret places, although there are also many medicinal materials, there are few treasures comparable to the Yang Flower and the Thousand Snake Flower. And the things that can be at the same level as the Manifestation Yang Flower are guarded by powerful demon beasts, and it is not easy to have hands.

Therefore, some powerful disciples entered the inner valley early. Only those monks with low cultivation and little courage are still wandering in the outer valley. Search for some common herbs. The humble strength is destined for them to gain nothing.

Next, the place where Zhou Nan is going is undoubtedly the inner valley. Let's not talk about the medicinal materials of Tsukidan. It was the pure spirit saliva that he had longed for a long time that was also in the center of the inner valley. Therefore, for whatever reason, he had to go into the inner valley.

A month is a long time, but this thousand-mile-sized Valley of the Wind can't withstand the carpet search of more than a thousand people. In less than half a month, some of the medicinal herbs on the bright side will be picked. The next half month is the time for the monks to start conspiring with each other and hunting games. This has been the case in previous years.

Therefore, if he wanted to enter the Valley of the Wind as soon as possible and find some of the medicinal materials he wanted, Zhou Nan could not delay.

Putting away the formation, Zhou Nan determined the route of the good Lu, camouflaged it a little, and cautiously advanced towards the inner valley.

Just when Zhou Nan began to act, a purge different from the previous ones slowly kicked off in the outer valley. The disciples of each sect gathered together in groups, and under the leadership of their respective leaders, they began to hunt down the weaker groups or individual monks in a planned manner. Among them, the most ruthless ones are undoubtedly the Kaiyang Sect and the Blood Demon Sect.

Even these two powerful forces left a dozen half-step foundation building disciples in the outer valley to personally lead the team to hunt and kill others. In less than three or four days, more than 200 of the 1,000 or so people who entered the Valley of the Wind this time were killed and fell with hatred.

Of course, the more than 200 people who died, with the Xuanhuo Sect, Qingye Gate, Haoran Academy, Ji Family, Mu Family, and Scattered Cultivation Alliance accounting for the majority. After all, the disciples of the seven major sects who entered the Valley of the Wind were all cultivators of the ninth layer of Qiling. Only these second-rate potential forces can have a large number of eighth-level disciples of the Enlightenment Spirit. Not all the eight layers of Qiling are as anti-heaven as Zhou Nan, and they can fight against half-step foundation building monks. Most of the disciples of the eighth layer of Qiling could not escape the fate of being killed when they encountered the monks of the ninth layer of Qiling.

Zhou Nan's rebellion against the sky is not because he is a real genius. It's about the adventures he encountered.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the factors for a monk's success include many aspects. Mood, wisdom, courage, chance, talent, etc. In the low realm, resources can largely make up for some talent gaps. It can be said that the monks in the foundation period of the Enlightenment are completely compared to resources. Whoever occupies more resources is the king.

But when it comes to the end of the season, it's not a resource that can be piled up. Otherwise, with the heritage of the seven major sects and massive resources, there would be more than dozens of ancestors in the Yudan period. But even so, the importance of resources is self-evident.

In the six years since he stepped into the immortal cultivation realm, Zhou Nan has experienced many life and death tribulations. But at the same time, the crisis of his life hanging by a thread has also brought him enough resources. These resources are the main reason why he is now superior in combat power.

During the journey, Zhou Nan also met some disciples of the Seven Great Sects. As soon as these people saw his costume and cultivation, they didn't say a word, and they moved to kill him. In desperation, Zhou Nan could only make a spicy hand and accept their lives. Correspondingly, he also gained a little. I also got some storage bags, and many cherished herbs.

These things made Zhou Nan laugh and said, "People have no windfall and no wealth, and horses have no night grass and no fertilizer." It seems that this killing people and grabbing treasures is the best way to improve their net worth as quickly as possible. "But these are just small fortunes, although they are worth some spirit stones, they don't make him lose his due caution. Looking at these disciples of the great sect who behaved strangely, a trace of uneasiness suddenly rose in Zhou Nan's heart.

Just when Zhou Nan was rushing to the inner valley, a series of tragic battles swept quickly like the wind in the outer valley.

This is a strange rocky valley, and many disciples dressed in black have surrounded more than a dozen monks of the Ji family. Under the cold eyes of the black-robed man at the head, more than a dozen magic weapons of all kinds completely enveloped the monks of the Ji family.

A minute later, the black-robed man quickly left, leaving only the mutilated corpse and the blood-stained white robe on the battlefield.

Standing on top of a boulder, the black-robed man led by him stared in the direction of Neigu and whispered slowly, "It's really hateful to arrange for me Shangyang to clean this garbage." "This person is the black-robed young man Zhou Nan met.

Although he was complaining, it could be seen that the black-robed man named Shang Yang did not have the slightest anger on his face, as if he was saying something insignificant. At this moment, in his mind, a cyan figure kept flashing, "Will I meet you again?" Shang Yang muttered with a smile.

The group of black-robed people behind him all stood respectfully behind Shang Yang, and they didn't have the slightest reaction to Shang Yang's words, just like a well-trained army. The face was full of numbness, and just looking at it, it was full of murderous intent.

In another place, Wang Yuxuan's blue skirt was already stained with a little blood, and he was staring at a stone wall with a solemn face, in a daze. Behind her, followed by five or six female disciples of the Xuanhuo Sect who were panting. But from time to time, they all looked behind them anxiously, as if some demon was about to chase them, and their bodies kept trembling.

In a small jungle full of low bushes, more than a dozen white-clothed men with a thick sword aura were blocking a group of loose cultivators in different clothes and harvesting them quickly.

The disciples of the Kaiyang Sect, led by a female disciple who was about twenty-eight years old, dressed in a white dress and had a delicate face, was like a gust of wind, and instantly dispersed a large group of disciples of the Mu family. Under the order of the leading female cultivator, the disciples of the Kaiyang Sect smiled cruelly and launched a crazy siege.

The disciples of Haoran Academy were panting at the moment, running for their lives with frightened faces, and behind them, there was a large group of strange-shaped demon beasts, frantically chasing. From time to time, there are slow runners, drowning the demon beast herd alive. Except for the screams that kept coming out, there was no shadow in the whole person.

In a forest full of towering giant trees, a large dark fog rose at this moment, and some white figures flashed inside, revealing ugly faces covered with long hair, red eyes, and brutal killing.

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A day later, Zhou Nan traveled more than 300 miles, killed more than a dozen monks who didn't know what to do, and came to a huge canyon. On both sides of the canyon are hundreds of thousands of feet of high mountains, which are deeply inserted into the gray sky of the Valley of the Winds.

The canyon is triangular in shape, and the further you go inside, the narrower it becomes. The road at the entrance is hundreds of zhang wide, and after traveling more than ten miles, there is only a narrow road about ten meters wide. Walking slowly, Zhou Nan held the silver flying sword tightly and walked into the valley with a solemn face.

Between the inner and outer valleys of the Valley of the Winds, a high mountain range encloses it. Except for a few canyons left in the mountain range, the rest of the mountain range has penetrated into the spiritual power of the Valley of the Wind and the outside world. Therefore, to enter the inner valley, these canyons become the only passages.

But these passages have been in the last few thousand years. I don't know how many monks have been killed. The canyon is geographically located and is easy to get along with as long as there are people in ambush. For these reasons, the blood-paved road is figuratively known as Death Canyon.

This canyon is more than ten miles long, the road is twisted and twisted, high and low, and the line of sight is seriously blocked, which is very limited. In the Valley of the Wind, divine thoughts are basically useless. Therefore, if you want to pass through this Death Canyon, you don't have a few brushes, and you just rely on luck to get through, it is absolutely wishful thinking. Even if you have ten lives, it's not enough to fill in.

Therefore, walking in this canyon full of murderous machines, Zhou Nan encountered three or four waves of ambushes, attacks and killings, and plots before he could travel three miles. But the monks who attacked and killed these few times were all guys from the ninth layer of Qiling, and they were easily taken care of by him.

But the frequency of this attack and killing still surprised Zhou Nan. It can be said without hesitation that the disciples who can pass through this Death Valley are all the best in the Enlightenment Period. This kind of place, even a monk who has built a foundation in half a step, may also fall.

Zhou Nan didn't dare to be careless, walked cautiously, with a pair of eyes, paying attention to everything around him. After traveling half the way, he found a secret place, set up a 'mountain guarding array', swallowed the pill, and quickly recovered the consumed mana.

Zhou Nan didn't know what to do, and just as he was recovering, some monks also entered the Death Canyon. But because he had cleared the ambushes within the first five miles. The monks marched five miles unharmed. This fluke also made them breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time, they sneered at the rumors of Death Canyon from the bottom of their hearts.

But the pity is that these people, after crossing the safety line of five miles, have not gone far, they have become little fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, screaming and losing their lives. But there were also many monks, who still retained their cautious hearts, and did not rush forward, but within the first five miles, hidden, concealed their appearance, and transformed into another hunter.

In just one hour, within five miles of Zhou Nan's body in front of and behind him, the previous situation was restored again. After an hour of pranayama and recovering his mana, Zhou Nan did not stay, so he collected the formation and set foot on the road of progress again.

At least at this moment, in his cognition, this Death Canyon can't stop him from moving forward. Anyone who dares to stand in his way, no matter what their identity, he will kill without mercy. He does what he says and will never give up.