The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

In the southwest of Jizhou, there stands a valley with two towering mountains, but the surrounding land is barren.

After Fang Xun left the town, he flew all the way, but after flying less than twenty miles, he found that the vitality of the surrounding land began to fade.

As he continued to move forward, the amount of life he could sense around him became less and less, and the earth became increasingly dark and desolate.

When they were about ten miles away from the Valley of the Buried Soldiers, the ground gradually turned dark red, with dry cracks appearing, and the temperature around them also rose sharply.

In this heat, a murderous atmosphere rose up.

After a while, Fang Xun saw two dark red peaks towering through the clouds.

However, these two mountains gave Fang Xun the feeling that they were like a mountain broken into two.

Lava continued to spew out from the cracks on the top of the mountain, and one of them was actually an active volcano.

But the strange thing is that the intensity of the volcanic eruption seemed to be controlled by humans, and it was controlled very well, so that the magma did not flood the nearby land.

You can see the boiling magma flowing down from the mountain, gathering in the narrow depression between the two mountains to form streams.

And formed a unique valley - the Valley of the Buried Soldiers.

The other mountain, rather than being a mountain, looked more like a dark pillar rising into the sky.

This pillar was very wide. Fang Xun took a look and estimated that the diameter was even more than twenty miles.

The surface is uneven, but extremely steep, and a spiral walkway is built on the outside along the mountain, extending all the way to the top.

"How can there be such a strange mountain, or is this not a mountain at all?"

When Fang Xun was thinking this in his heart, he did not stop and walked directly into a narrow path between two mountains, but he did not find any disciples guarding the mountain.

After walking forward for a while, Fang Xun finally walked out of the narrow path and officially entered the valley. His vision suddenly became clear.

I saw a vast expanse in front of me, with streams flowing on the dark red land as if they were eyes, and dark buildings standing in rows.

The sound of blacksmithing was endless, and shirtless men were sweating profusely, seemingly oblivious to the temperature of over 50 degrees in the valley.

This is a large weapons refinery, but Fang Xun is wondering where the word "burial" in the Burial Valley comes from.

Since it is a burial of weapons, there should be a place to bury the weapons.

But looking around, apart from the workshop where craftsmen forge weapons, there are only a few houses where the disciples of the Burial Valley live on a daily basis.

Just as he was wondering, a figure suddenly flew over from a distance and landed in front of Fang Xun in the blink of an eye. It was Bing Yi who went to the Prince of Yue's Mansion to distribute invitations three years ago.

"My Lord, you are here. Please follow me."

The soldier spoke briefly and to the point, as if he seldom dealt with people.

Fang Xun no longer cared and continued to move forward under the guidance of the other party.

Soon, he followed Bing Yi towards the columnar mountain.

The spiral mountain path that winds around the outer wall is a bit steep, but it is not difficult to walk on it given the two people's level.

Even the surrounding temperature began to gradually drop, and it became colder in the environment of the active volcanic eruption.

But Fang Xun and Bing Yi obviously didn't care about these.

The two of them walked one in front and one behind, along the three spiral paths towards the top of the mountain, without talking or chatting.

In Fang Xun's mind, he was recalling some information about the Burial Valley.

The Valley of Burial of Weapons is just as its name suggests, countless weapons are buried here.

It is rumored that when the time comes for the disciples in the valley to die, they will sacrifice their lives for the soldiers, integrating all their essence into their weapons and being buried by others.

The divine weapon was nourished by the spiritual energy of countless weapons, but it has not been forged for more than three thousand years.

But this kind of accumulation made Fang Xun smack his lips in amazement.

After climbing about a thousand feet, he suddenly saw a hole in the wall on the inside of the mountain path. There was a tombstone inside with the three words "Fire Cloud Sword" inscribed on it.

The sharp sword intent spread out, and when Fang Xun passed by the tombstone, a sharp and hot sword energy rushed out and slashed towards him.

In an instant, Fang Xun understood where the weapons in the Valley of Burial were buried, which was in this columnar mountain.

Fang Xun felt it and realized that this sword energy was at most at the level of the ultimate state of enlightenment. It was like a breeze blowing on his face. When the sword energy came within three feet of Fang Xun, it automatically disintegrated.

At this time, Bingyi, who had been silent all the time, also spoke.

“This mountain is our sect’s Burial Peak. All the weapons buried in the mountain are magical weapons. If you approach the magical weapon cemetery rashly, you will be attacked.

Of course, it’s nothing to the Marquis.”

Heading all the way to the top of the mountain, Fang Xun passed by a number of weapon tombs, causing the weapons to instinctively attack him.

There are many kinds of weapons, including swords, guns, sticks, and eighteen kinds of weapons.

The closer the weapon is to the top of the mountain, the more powerful it is.

But even the energy emitted by the Zhenwu divine weapon could not enter within three meters of him.

Perhaps Bing Yi had some special skills, and it seemed like all the weapons knew he was a disciple of the Burial Valley and did not attack him at all.

Gradually, he and Bingyi finally reached the top of the mountain.

I saw that this place was flat and had a circular platform with a diameter of more than 20 miles.

Fang Xun no longer saw the weapon tombstones, but instead saw pools of magma one after another, with one pool about every three miles.

In front of some of the lava pools, there were human figures standing, either alone or in groups of three or five, as if they were waiting for something.

Fang Xun's arrival also alarmed them, and all of them looked over at him at once, with different meanings.

There are more than thirty people in total, all of them are in the Zhenwu realm.

Fang Xun took a quick look and found that among them were those from the imperial court and Confucianism, those from the Shu Palace and Taoism, those from the Zhao Palace and Buddhism, as well as some other Zhenwu masters who were either in groups or acting alone.

Among them, Li Cunyi, Leng Qingkuang and a group of eight people were standing in front of a magma pool.

In addition to the five Zhenwu from Tianfeng Tower and Qingshan Gang, Fang Xun also saw Zou Jing, Mu Wuji, and Xu Yunfan, three bootlickers who were in love with Yue Mingyu and Yue Qingying.

I don’t know how the three of them got mixed up with Li Cun Yi and his group.

The eyes of these eight people looking at Fang Xun were extremely solemn, and no one knew what they were thinking.

Just three miles away from them, in front of a nearby lava pool, there was a figure standing.

The other party's gaze made Fang Xun feel seriously threatened. It was Shangguan Wudi.

At this time, Shangguan Wudi stood with a knife in his hand, his face calm and his whole body exuding a sharp edge, which was completely different from the image of a down-and-out scholar yesterday.

He just glanced at Fang Xun, nodded, and then looked away.

Fang Xun immediately noticed a hint of disappointment in the eyes of Li Cun Yi and the other eight men, which made him understand something.

"Haha, it seems that there is still some friendship between the members of Black Water Abyss, but now it seems that this friendship is not enough for Shangguan Wudi to attack me."

Fang Xun just took a quick glance and ignored the eight people, and immediately ran into another acquaintance.

At first glance, it turned out to be Huixin from the Dachan Temple. Beside Huixin was a high monk from the Dachan Temple and two masters who seemed to be from the Zhaowang Palace.

After Fang Xun smiled and nodded at the group of people, he turned to the group of people from the Taoist sect and the Prince of Shu's Palace. There were four people in total, but he didn't recognize any of them.

But one of them, a handsome young man wearing a Taoist robe and with a jade-like face and a smooth aura, looked at him with an extremely complicated look.

"Tian Yuzi from Qingyang Palace?"

After Fang Xun recognized who it was, he was puzzled. He remembered that before he became famous, the strongest master of the younger generation was Tian Yuzi.

Before his spiritual energy was revived, he was ranked first on the Earth List. He once independently killed a Yangshen Grandmaster when he was in the Yinshen Realm!

This was the only case in hundreds of years before Fang Xun became famous, and after Fang Xun became famous.
No wonder the look in his eyes when he looked at me was so complicated. He would have the same feeling if he were in his place.

Just as Fang Xun was muttering to himself and turning his head to take a casual glance, he met a group of malicious gazes again.

They were people from the imperial court, nine in total, four of them looked like great scholars based on their attire, but Fang Xun only recognized one of them, the old man.

He was wearing a blue shirt, white hair and a youthful face, his hair was tied up in a high crown, and his face was upright, but the look he gave Fang Xun was full of resentment. It was Lu Delin who had been frozen into an ice cube by him three years ago. (End of this chapter)