Soul Valley is a dangerous place in Mizhou, about a thousand miles away from Mizhou. Only 10% of the monks entering it can get out, but without exception, the monks who have walked out have their cultivation level and have reached a higher level. Therefore, the monks entering it are like crucian carp crossing the river, endlessly. A large part of them is because their cultivation level does not make breakthroughs, and they will give it a try. Instead of living a lifetime at this stage, it is better to fight.

Thunder followed the Saint of Heavenly Miles to the entrance of the Soul Valley. The entrance of the Soul Valley was a narrow canyon with smooth cliffs on both sides, towering into the clouds. Some monks wanted to fly into the Soul Valley from the sky, but without exception, all went without returning. After that, the monks did not dare to make any irregular thoughts and entered the valley honestly.

At the entrance of the valley, I don’t know who used great magic power to carve the word Soul Valley on the mountain wall. These two words are full of mysterious mystery. Thunder Ting just glanced at it and was frightened by the peerless pressure above. Fortunately, the Saint of Heavenly Secret saw the opportunity early and protected Thunder with his spiritual sense, otherwise he would have to lie for half a month.

"Amitabha, friend Thunder, don't look at these two words on the mountain wall. These two words are demonic. People with weak spiritual consciousness will be obsessed with demons. Ordinary monks can only look at it at one glance. The longest time is only a cup of tea, and this has nothing to do with cultivation." The Saint of Heavenly Mechanic advised Thunder not to look at these two words now. Although these two words contain endless mysteries, it is not worth the loss if they damage the spiritual consciousness.

"Thank you for the reminder of the master." Lei Ting was very grateful. Just now, he felt that these two words were full of traces of Tao. The more he looked, the more he became fascinated. He wanted to stand here all the time. Suddenly, he felt something wrong. He felt endless pressure when he pulled out. "Who left these two words and why did they have such strong power."

The Saint of Heavenly Mi tells the story: "No one knows who wrote it. It seems that from the day the Soul Valley exists, these two words are on it. And I guessed that these two words were not written at all, but two words formed by a great man using great magic power to copy the traces of Tao on it. It is said that if you have more than a cup of tea to comprehend these two words, you will have great opportunities.

"Can the master be more than one cup of tea?" Mu Xixue asked curiously.

The Saint of Tianji shook his head: "I can only understand one cup of tea, no matter how much it is, it is not enough. Perhaps only those who enter the deepest part of the Soul Valley can come out peacefully to understand these two words more than one cup of tea."

"Huh." Lei Ting let out a light thrill, looked around, and then said, "Saint, why is there no one around this Soul Valley? No one dares to enter the Soul Valley?"

The Saint of Heaven and Mu Xixue both chuckled. In the end, Mu Xixue pointed to the two stone lamps at the entrance of the Soul Valley and said, "I heard from the master that these two stone lamps will only light up when the Qingming solar term is passed. They will be extinguished after lasting for half an hour. If you go in before the lamp is lit, you will never think of it. When the Grain Rain lamp is handed over, it will also be extinguished for half an hour. If you don't come out before it is extinguished, you will never think of it. Since ancient times, there has been no one out. It is not yet Qingming Festival, so there will be no monks coming here. We are coming too early."

Lei Ting was shocked when he heard this, "So mysterious, the master has been in that soul-raising pool for three days. I wonder if he can catch up with the Ching Ming night."

"It's okay. I have calculated a divination before coming out. The donor of Qin will definitely be able to enter when the lamp is turned off. However, there seems to be some uncertain factors in it. In case, I will only come a little early to arrange it to avoid accidents. The three of us still need to dress up, and maybe some uninvited guests of me will come by then."

As the words were said, they changed their clothes. The body of the Saint Tianji changed and turned into an old Taoist with a fairy-like spirit. Lei Ting and Mu Xixue dressed up as his disciples. They each held a sword on the left and right, and were dressed in a sword boy's outfit. They were also very ordinary and would not attract attention at all.

The Saint of Tianji stroked his black beard on his chin and said, "Thunder, Xixue, come the sword." With a wave of his hands, the sword in the arms of Lei Ting and Mu Xixue flew out of the scabbard with a clang, and the two swords intertwined each other in the air, and finally landed on the left and right sides of the Saint of Tianji. The Saint of Tianji used his heart and waved his hands constantly, controlling and two flying swords, constantly carving complex runes and formations at the entrance of the valley.

A month passed, and during this period, the Saint of Tianji never stopped, constantly urging his vitality to control the two flying swords, polishing the spirituality of the two flying swords completely. The ground was engraved with strange runes and formations, and each line and character flashed with colorful light, so bright that no one could open his eyes.

When the Saint of Tianji was carving the last stroke of the formation, the two flying swords were finally unable to withstand the wear and tear the formation, and they all broke with a clang. Fortunately, the Saint of Tianji had expected it. He bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood, and followed the two flying swords with their essence and blood with their power, and finally carved the last stroke. The light of the formation flashed and disappeared in the earth.

"Back." With one move of both hands, two flying swords were inserted into the scabbard again, "You are damaged because of me. I will use my essence and blood to nurture you. I hope you will continue the sword blade."

At this moment, Saint Tianji was already sweating profusely. Obviously, the power of carving the magic array in this month made him consume a lot. Xixue wiped the sweat on Saint Tianji and said caringly: "Master, are you okay? What kind of formation is this that can make you consume such a lot of magic power."

The Saint of Heavenly Mean said: "This is an ancient formation, which I only developed not long ago. Using this formation can activate the power of stars in the sky. Whether the donor Qin can survive this catastrophe depends on this formation."

"What if this formation cannot eliminate my master's catastrophe?" After hearing the old monk's words, Lei Ting was quite worried. It seemed that Qin Yun's catastrophe this time was extraordinary. The formation that had portrayed a whole month as the saint of Tianji may not be able to block the catastrophe.

The old monk shook his head: "The identity of Mr. Qin is extraordinary. If this formation cannot help him block the disaster, then he can only rely on himself." After saying that, he stopped talking, sat cross-legged on the ground, and seized the time to restore the energy he consumed.

Ten days have passed, and there are only three days left before Qingming. Cultivators have come here one after another without communicating. When these people enter this place, they must have been dying and working hard to seize the soul jade. When they come here, they don’t speak, and meditate quietly to enter the Soul Valley in the best condition.
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