Near a vine-strewn valley, a cloud of white light was shooting towards it from a distance.

In the white light, on a spirit bird as white as snow, a beautiful and gentle woman in green clothes sat on it.

In the blink of an eye, this spirit bird galloped to the sky above the valley. Then he retracted his wings and swooped downward. Seeing that she was about to plunge headlong into the dense vines below, the woman raised her hand and struck a magic duel.

Suddenly, the green light below flashed, and the vines suddenly disappeared, but a layer of green light curtain appeared.

The green-shirted woman did not hesitate to urge the spirit bird under her, and the white light flashed, and she disappeared into the light curtain in an instant.

Under the light curtain, there was another world, six monks in green shirts, sitting in a pentagonal circle in the middle of Xiao Tani.

This magic circle is not big, only six or seven zhang. The five of them sat cross-legged in the five corners of the circle, the edge of the circle flashed, and a long-haired old man sat in the middle with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, Lao opened his eyes and looked up to the sky.

I saw a cloud of white light slowly falling, and after a while, the woman in the green shirt came to the old body and gave a salute.

"The disciple participates in the teacher's uncle. Now the miasma of the mountains has faded. Many monks have already gone to the Fallen Demon Valley. The woman in the green shirt said in a low and respectful voice.

"Is the ghost door out? The long-haired old man twisted his long hair and asked slowly. "Most of the people in the Ghost Spirit Sect haven't moved yet, but a few disciples have taken the lead first. The woman thought for a moment and replied cautiously.

"Hmph! Since the old guy from the Ghost Spirit Gate hasn't left yet. We don't have to rush either. Just keep an eye on the elders of their trip. Nothing can go wrong. Master Han's nephew. You go and keep an eye on their movements. There is an abnormality. Just report it right away. The long-haired old man commanded quietly.

"Yes. Disciple is out here. The woman in the green shirt received the order without hesitation.

Then she bowed to the old man again. Floating on the spirit bird. Fly into the air. Soon he rushed out of the light curtain. Gone.

Always staring at the disappearing back of the green-shirted woman. Eyes twinkle. There was a hint of thought. But immediately his expression returned to normal.

And around the circle there were five monks of both sexes. Emerges from the woman in the green shirt. At this point, the woman left. They all stayed where they were. There was no expression on his face. It's like a wooden man.

The long-haired old man on this situation. It seems to be taken for granted. Not the slightest surprise. Close your eyes again. The summit of a tall mountain. A fifty or sixty-year-old gray-robed Taoist priest stood upright on a rock. Facing strong winds. This person's eyes narrowed slightly, looking in the direction of the Fallen Demon Valley.

Behind him stood two tall figures, one red and one green, two feet tall.

But a closer look reveals that two figures are blue and fanged. Mu was expressionless, and it turned out to be two puppeteers who looked like evil ghosts.

At this moment, the Taoist priest looked back at the two puppets. After a hint of smugness flashed on his face, he muttered to himself.

"With the help of these two ancient puppets comparable to the Yuanying Monks, the trip to the Fallen Demon Valley must be very rewarding. After saying this, the Taoist priest raised his hand and played two ways to decide.

Suddenly, the two demon puppets shrank sharply and flew into the big sleeve, and then the Taoist priest turned into a red light and flew through the air, and the direction was the land of the Fallen Demon Valley.

In another high air, three long rainbows flew side by side.

In the retreat, two old and one female. Shoot towards the Valley of the Fallen Demons.

If Han Li saw these three people, he would immediately be stunned. For two of the three were men whom he knew.

One of the yellow-robed elders with a scorched face was none other than the Linghu Ancestor of Huang Feng Valley, and the white-clothed woman next to him with a pale face and a cold expression was actually the Great Elder of the Moon-Covering Sect, the senior sister of Nangong Wan.

The only old man Han Li didn't know was with high eyebrows and deep frames. The lion has a big nose and a big mouth, and his appearance is peculiar.

The three of them were silent, just hurrying away. The dazzling light swept through the air, turned into three points of light, and disappeared in an instant.

The same situation occurs from time to time near the Wanling Mountains. Many monks were confident in their trip to the Demon Valley.

At this time, Han Li had also rushed to the vicinity of the Falling Demon Valley.

On a mound more than ten miles away from the entrance, he looked indifferently in the direction of the Falling Demon Valley. Silent and silent.

At this time, there is no need for divine detection. I also know that within a radius of dozens of miles, there are as many as a thousand monks gathered. Among them, there are many old monsters in the infancy stage. These old monsters may not be as advanced in cultivation as the three major monks, but when it comes to the weirdness and difficulty of the secret arts, they are not easy people. And Han Li was not conceited, he really thought that except for the three major cultivators and Mulan Divine Master, the rest of the people had nothing to fear. A negligence will also give his life here.

Han Li pondered as he looked at the entrance of the Fallen Demon Valley from time to time.

If it weren't for the fact that all the cultivators had gathered here at the beginning, Han Li really couldn't believe that such an ordinary mountain gap was the entrance to the Falling Demon Valley. But above the entrance, there are gray clouds rolling, and the aura is agitated, showing many strange signs, which makes people feel a pang in their hearts.

From the outside, the entrance is only more than ten zhang wide. Han Li lowered his Divine Sense deep into the mouth of the valley and probed it slightly. As a result, after the divine consciousness only penetrated more than 100 zhang into the valley, it was blocked by the inexplicable prohibition that appeared in the valley, and he did not see the so-called spatial crack.

Although Han Li could also rely on the strength of his Divine Sense to forcibly break through, in the face of a dangerous place like the Fallen Demon Valley, he hesitated for a moment and cautiously took his Divine Sense back.

Afterwards, Han Li sat cross-legged on top of the mound and closed his eyes to settle down.

Time passed little by little, and after half a day, Han Li's divine sense sensed that more and more monks had gathered here. There are a few breaths in it, faintly familiar, and they should be people who know each other.

Han Li thought for a moment in his heart and identified these people one by one, but his brows furrowed. At this moment, an angry voice suddenly came from nearby.

"The Mulan people are here! It's the Mulan priests, they really want to go into the valley to explore the treasure. ”

As the sound fell, there was a commotion at the entrance.

Han Li also felt a pang in his heart, and opened his eyes to look.

I saw that in the sky not far away, there was a strange flying car, flying towards here unhurriedly.

This car is much larger than a normal flying car. It is cone-shaped, more than 20 zhang long, the surface is shining silver, and the inscription is densely packed with symbols. At first glance, this car is not an ordinary thing. And in the car, there were more than a dozen cultivators dressed in Mulan costumes. It's not Mulan Priest, who is it!

Han Li saw this. There was a hint of surprise on his face.

Although he had heard the rumors that the Mulan people were going to wade through this troubled land before, he always thought it was unlikely.

After all, although the Mulan people made peace, there were many casualties on both sides in the border battle. The Mulan people and many sects have formed deep enmities. And without hundreds of years of subtlety, this grudge is not so easy to unravel.

Under such circumstances, it is really inconceivable that the Mulan people dare to go deep into the hinterland of Tiannan and enter the Falling Demon Valley to explore treasures. Didn't they shoot the vengeful monk and plot behind his back?

While Han Li was wondering, a huge flying car flew into the air at the entrance. The face of the man in the car. It can also be clearly seen with the naked eye.

Han Li's gaze turned to the two of them, and his heart suddenly rose a little.

Since these two people led the team, there was really no need to fear ordinary monks seeking revenge against them. It's just the three major monks of Mulan. How could they be allowed to come here? Han Li was still a little puzzled.

Standing at the front of the flying car, the two priests, a man and a woman, were actually Confucian surnamed Zhong and a woman surnamed Le in charge of the ancient lamp. With the supernatural powers of the late Confucian Yuan Infant, he can indeed suppress the revenge of ordinary monks.

The speeding car landed on a small hill not far from Han Li. All the priests got out of the car one after another. The woman surnamed Le pinched the trick and shrunk the speeding car away. The rest of the people stared at the entrance of the Fallen Demon Valley, revealing a look of astonishment.

It seemed that they were just as surprised as Han Li.

Just when all the monks faced the arrival of the Mulan people, they all looked at each other coldly and were very hostile. In the distance, the sky flashed again. Hundreds of rays of light suddenly appeared there, shooting towards here.

"It's from the Ghost Spirit Gate!" someone immediately recognized the origin of these Hidden Lands and whispered.

The gaze that had been looking at Mulan Fashi instantly looked at the sky.

Han Li snorted coldly in his heart, his gaze flickering.

The speed of these escapes was not fast, and they flew into the sky above the valley mouth in a hurry, and then landed at a distance of more than 100 zhang at the entrance.

After the glory faded, more than 100 black-shirted monks appeared. They are all monks of the Ghost Spirit Gate. The three monks standing in front of the monks attracted Han Li's attention.

The monk on the left of the three, Han Li knew it, was none other than Wang Tiangu from the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Han Li's heart moved, his eyes swept away, and sure enough, he found Wang Chan and Yan Ruyan in the crowd.

Wang Chan looks like he has a lot of brothers and sisters, and everything seems to be normal. And Yan Ruyan on the side didn't seem to look very good, with a slightly haggard look.

"Could it be that the earth yin demon slashed at the beginning. The person was not seriously injured, or was the severed limb attached. I just can't see it. Han Li's mind spun quickly, and two unconfirmed answers immediately surfaced.

However, with Han Li's current cultivation and reputation. Wang Chan has long been no longer a threat to him. So with a flicker of his eyes, he fell back on the other two Yuanying monks who were Wei.

The middle monk is a middle-aged man wearing a wide black robe with a gloomy face, and there is an extraordinary majesty in his expression.

On the right is an old man with a pale face, with a white beard, but his eagle eyes are shining, and his body is full of thick evil energy.

These two people are both Yuanying monks, but their faces are very unfamiliar, and they should not have participated in the border battle. However, the old man was already in the middle of the Yuan Infant Cultivation, which made Han Li take a few more looks.

(For the details below, there's only one chapter left tonight.) ）