Half a day later, Chen Yang stood on a boulder three feet high, looking at a towering stone mountain not far away, his brows furrowed slightly, and he touched his chin in contemplation.

In the past half of the day, although Chen Yang has been on the road, he has also gained a lot, not only killing a few demon beasts, but also collecting more than ten spirit grasses that are more than a thousand years old, and the number of spirit grasses of about five hundred years is several times.

This is only the periphery of the Ten Thousand Immortal Tomb, and in the case that Chen Yang did not deliberately search, it is no wonder that a group of monks are flocking to this place, and would rather spend a huge price to enter here, just searching for spiritual grass on the periphery, and their harvest may be enough to recover most of the cost.

And I don't know if Chen Yang's luck is really good, or the area of the Ten Thousand Immortal Tomb is beyond imagination, and he hasn't touched a single figure on this road, which makes his heart that has been tense a lot easier.

However, Chen Yang also knew in his heart that this situation would not last long, after all, the internal area of the Ten Thousand Immortal Tomb was the target of most of the monks this time, and its area should not only be smaller than the periphery, but also those who dared to enter it, I am afraid that there were not many weak people.

It was precisely this that made Chen Yang hesitate for a while.

Generally speaking, in the world of cultivating immortals, it is often the mountains and mountains that are the most intense place for the aura of heaven and earth, and the Ten Thousand Immortal Tombs will not be an exception. Almost every mountain peak contains one or more caves of ancient monks. If you're lucky enough and you find a peak that hasn't been visited by many people before, the harvest of a single peak is enough to make the trip worthwhile.

However, the stone mountain in front of him is not big, and the aura of heaven and earth on the mountain is not much richer than that of other places. After all, the Ten Thousand Immortal Tomb is so extensive, and the opening time is limited, if you spend too much time here, even if you want to explore other places, there will not be many opportunities.

Therefore, if you want to enter the interior of the Ten Thousand Immortal Tomb as much as possible, look for the superior spiritual mountain. Naturally, it is better to bypass this mountain, but no matter how small this mountain is, it covers an area of more than 100 miles, and if you want to bypass this spiritual mountain, it will take more than half a day, and it will be a little unwilling.

Chen Yang thought about it left and right, and finally decided to go up the mountain to have a look first.

After all, ten birds are in the forest, it is better to have one bird in hand, and the stone mountain in front of you looks mediocre and inconspicuous. There shouldn't be many people who have patronized it, it's better than running around like a headless fly in a secret realm and competing with others. Even if he had guessed wrong, it would have delayed some work at most, not much worse than bypassing it from the foot of the mountain.

Thinking like this, Chen Yang's eyes swept left and right, but no one else was found. Only then did he take a slight leap and landed on the ground. After a few jumps, they came to the foot of the mountain.

His eyes narrowed, and he glanced slightly at the bluestone steps winding up in front of him, and then walked up without hesitation, and soon his figure gradually disappeared into the faint white mist, and disappeared without a trace.

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An hour later. There was a sound of breaking empty clothes, and after a flash of black shadows, a young monk dressed in white appeared at the foot of the mountain.

After looking at the mountain for a few moments, he suddenly shook his wrist. I don't know when a brocade appeared in his hand, the brocade was slightly yellow, and the corners were slightly broken, obviously an old thing.

There is a picture of a mountain peak painted on the Jinpa, which seems to have been painted in a hurry, but if you look closely, it is eight or nine points similar to the stone mountain in front of you.

The young man in white looked at it for a while, nodded slightly, and showed satisfaction in his eyes.

"Yes, looking at the appearance of this mountain and the surrounding terrain, this is it. The young man in white raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself.

"Hehe, if it weren't for this picture left by the ancestors, no one would have guessed that this stone mountain looks inconspicuous, and there is a hole in it. Although it is not clear what treasures are hidden in it, but with the cultivation of the ancestors in the later stage of Jindan, they have not been able to shake the prohibition in the cave at all, even if the original owner of this cave is not a Yuanying monk, it should also be the top level of the Jindan monks, and the net worth is absolutely rich. The young man in white smiled proudly.

Just when the young man in white breathed a sigh of relief and was happy in his heart, suddenly a slight popping sound came from the mountainside, and his face couldn't help but change.

"Hey, someone is one step ahead of me?! Compared to other places in the secret realm, this place should not attract attention!" The young man in white snorted angrily, his face was like a layer of frost, and he suddenly became gloomy.

Soon the young man in white calmed down again, and his eyes flashed murderously, "Fortunately, I didn't come too late, and if I can see this place, it won't be a strong enemy, so I just destroy it." ”

As soon as the murderous words came out, I saw the young man in white pinching the trick with one hand, and suddenly his figure flickered, shooting towards the mountain road, and disappeared in a few ups and downs.

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In a canyon that I don't know how far away, a middle-aged monk in green clothes held his hands behind his back, and a white light surrounded his body, flying up and down, and faintly looking, the blue and white electric light flashed in the meantime, it was the Qinglian Sword Venerable, who stared coldly at the group of demon snakes in front of him, his face expressionless.

This group of demon snakes occupies an area of black pressure, there are as many as thousands, the fine silver scales cover the whole body, shining, there is a delicate little horn on the head that is an inch long, and the red snake letter is swallowing, hissing.

Although the strength of each demon snake is not strong, it also has the level of three or four demon beasts, and thousands of them are gathered together, even if the Yuanying Monk falls into the encirclement, he will have a headache.

This group of demon snakes half-surrounded the Qinglian Sword Venerable, their bodies arched, and they ejected from time to time, turning into silver light, shooting away as fast as lightning, and the snake's mouth opened wide, spewing out streams of turquoise venom, which dispersed in the wind and turned into a cloud of poisonous mist. The flowers, plants, trees and stones were contaminated with a little bit of a star, and they either withered and died immediately, or they were scorned with corrosive ash, which shows the fierceness of the toxicity, which is really amazing.

But the white mangs transformed by the flying sword of Qinglian Sword Venerable are also really sharp, flying up and down, intertwined into a sword net, impervious to wind and rain, and no matter how poisonous the demon snake collides, it does not move at all.

After a while, a trace of impatience flashed on Qinglian Sword Venerable's face, his hands moved quickly, pinched a strange trick on his chest, and pointed at the flying sword, and shouted "Sword Qi Silk" in his mouth!

The next moment, I saw that the white light turned by the flying sword trembled slightly, and suddenly burst open, like a round of scorching sun rising, the light was dazzling, making people unable to open their eyes and look directly, and only the sneering sound was heard in their ears, as if there were countless sword qi in the sky and earth, raging endlessly.

In the blink of an eye, the white light flickered and dimmed, and the ground was covered with the corpses of demon snakes, which were covered with dense tiny blood holes, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and they did not form a shape.

Qinglian Jianzun's face was calm, it seemed that this result had been expected by him, with a wave of his big sleeve, Bai Mang was shocked, and the body of the flying sword reappeared, and it flashed like a fish, and flew into its sleeve and disappeared. (To be continued......)