Nine days alone

Treasures touch people's hearts. Faced with the attraction of treasures, even though they know that the valley is evil and can enter but cannot exit, people still keep entering the valley, making the fight even more tragic.

In their eyes, the valley is a huge treasure. There was a great battle here in ancient times. Many masters fell and countless magic soldiers were shattered. A partial inheritance of an ancient power is tantamount to complete development.

What is the lack of general second- and third-rate sects compared with the nine major sects.

One is the background, and the other is the powerful and profound secrets and magics. Powerful secrets and magics are the foundation of strength. With powerful secrets and magics, a second- and third-rate sect may gradually prosper after time, and even Catch up with a certain powerful Xuanmen.

This is what attracts them the most. Here, all kinds of magical weapons and treasures are the foundation, which can help them suppress the sect.

As for the mysterious inherited secrets and divine arts, they are the foundation. If you get them all, as long as you leave here, you will soon be able to give birth to a super big sect like the Nine Great Mysteries. Of course, the prerequisite is that the Nine Great Mysteries Give them time, sit and watch them develop and grow, will the Nine Great Mysteries know it?

In fact, other second- and third-rate sects also understand this point, but in the face of huge temptation, they must take a gamble.

In Fang Zhong's eyes, this valley is not a treasure house, but more like a cemetery. There are bones everywhere, and there are broken magic weapons everywhere. Many of them have decayed. Forget it, under the erosion of tens of thousands of years, not many can survive.

However, all that can be preserved are the best among them. There are many treasures at the top-grade spirit weapon level, and there are even some treasures at the fairy-level level.

The treasures at the level of immortal soldiers were scattered among the thick fallen leaves and bones, and it was difficult to find them, but Fang Zhong still found one or two. What shocked him was that these two immortal weapons were broken, and the fractures were uneven, like It's like being broken by brute force, how much strength is needed to break an immortal soldier.

With Fang Zhong's physical body, he was considered powerful among monks in the same realm, even compared to monks in the Nirvana realm, but when he thought of being able to break off immortal soldiers with his bare hands, he still couldn't help feeling his hairs stand on end, terrifying. The characters are just too scary.

"I'm afraid even a master at the peak of the realm of heaven and man can't do it," Fang Zhong read a lot of classics in Seizing the Heaven Sect. According to his understanding, the immortal soldiers are extremely powerful and indestructible, and only masters of the realm of heaven and man can fully They can display the power of the fairy soldiers, but they can't break the fairy soldiers.

"In the distant past, how many powerful characters were born, and what kind of realm did they reach?"

"Breaking off the immortal soldiers with bare hands, is such a person a human or a god? Could there really be immortals in the world? This area is the cemetery left by the war between immortals and immortals,"

"Could it be..."

All kinds of thoughts flooded in, making Fang Zhong smile wryly: "The time is too long, and there was a gap in the history of the cultivation world ten thousand years ago, these secrets are unknowable,"

No one knows how many tens of thousands of years the cultivation world was born. The detailed historical records began ten thousand years ago, but it is speculated from many relics and unofficial history that ten thousand years ago, the cultivation world also had a prosperous civilization. This civilization was extremely powerful , even surpassed the current cultivation world.

However, ten thousand years ago, for some unknown reason, this extremely prosperous civilization suddenly disappeared, and all records about this civilization disappeared. It can only be inferred from the appearance of ancient ruins and some broken inscriptions. What disaster happened thousands of years ago, which caused a fault in history.

As for what happened, Fang Zhong didn't know, and didn't want to know, he was just a little cultivator in the realm of Yukong, and saving his life was the most important thing.

The deeper the valley was, the stronger the vibration of the ancient bronze tripod became. Now not only the ancient bronze tripod, but even Fang Zhong could feel the call.

"In front, what exactly is it?" He frowned slightly, but he still resolutely chose to move forward.

Anyway, he is trapped in this valley now, and the bloody killings outside are all over the sky. Even if he doesn't encounter the sharp gun gate when he goes out, those people in Xuanming Palace are still doomed. Perhaps, there is still a ray of life in the deepest part of this valley.

A moment later, a palace appeared in front of it. It was towering and tall, with a bluish-black body, hidden in the darkness, and could not be seen without entering the depths of the valley.

The majestic palace is very quaint, covered with strange lines, Fang Zhong identified it carefully, and was surprised to find that these lines are similar to the lines densely covered on the foundation of the imperial city wall, but the lines here are more distinct. It is clear and complete, unlike the patterns on the walls and foundations of the imperial city, which have already been damaged.

The palace stretches out for a long distance, and there is a gate inlaid on the blue-black city wall. The gate is closed tightly, and there are three big Chinese characters engraved on it. Fang Zhong doesn't know it, but he can understand the meaning of these three characters just by looking at it. This is a kind of impact of divine sense, allowing him to comprehend instantly.

"Flame Temple,"

The three big characters are flying and flying like dragons and phoenixes, similar to divine characters, exuding a vigorous and hot breath.

At this time, the ancient bronze cauldron vibrated more and more intensely, unexpectedly broke Fang Zhong's breath restraining magic, rushed out autonomously, suspended above the gate, whirled and hummed.

"What does the ancient bronze cauldron have to do with this Yanshen Temple?" Fang Zhong was taken aback. He came under the ancient bronze cauldron and tried to push open the heavy door.

"boom,"

He exhausted all his strength, but only layers of blue-black dust were shaken off, and the door was closed tightly without being shaken a bit.

"Can't open..." Fang Zhong was a little dumbfounded. The gate couldn't be opened. Could it be that he needed to climb over the wall to get in? Just kidding, this is an ancient city, you can tell just by looking at the dense lines on the city wall , whoever dares to climb over the wall will probably die a miserable death.

At this moment, a kind voice suddenly came from the palace, "Son, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for 7000 years."

The voice rang directly in Fang Zhong's mind, which surprised him. He turned his head and looked around, but he didn't see anyone, but he clearly heard it just now.

"Could it be a ghost?" He shrank his neck, and subconsciously approached the ancient bronze tripod. The monks don't believe in ghosts and gods, but they are just some innocent ghosts. After death, the resentment will not disappear, and they will condense into illusory souls, floating between heaven and earth. Scary to ordinary people, but like ants to monks.

But the world is full of strange things, and there may be some extremely powerful souls born out of many unjust souls. Most of them were strong before their lives. Their bodies have already decayed, but their souls are unwilling to disperse. They condense into a form, and even retain part of their previous consciousness , Know how to practice and strengthen yourself.

This kind of ghost is terrible, and its strength is no less than that of ordinary monks.

"It can't be such a coincidence," Fang Zhong smiled wryly in his heart, "Why did I meet a powerful ghost in this valley? Yes, there are too many strong people who died in this valley. There are one or two powerful ghosts. It's normal to survive, but, he just said to wait for 7000 years, my God,"

For a moment Fang Zhong was a little sluggish.

7000 years, what kind of concept is this? Even a master in the realm of heaven and man cannot live for such a long time, unless he transcends reincarnation and ascends to the Tao.

And a ghost actually said that he has lived for 7000 years. If it is spread out, it will definitely scare people to death. You must know that ghosts have no body, but just a ray of energy. It is very difficult for them to absorb external power to strengthen themselves, and they are always suffering With the exclusion of the origin of the great world, it is already a miracle to be able to live for thousands of years, and it is simply a fantasy to live for tens of thousands of years, let alone 7000 years.

"Child, come in, come in..." The kind voice sounded again, and a gap was automatically opened at the gate of the blue-black God City.

The voice echoed in Fang Zhong's mind, and the ancient bronze tripod continued to clank, as if it wanted to fly into the city of God.

But Fang Zhong was hesitant for a while, his vest was full of cold sweat, this valley is evil enough, this blue-black god city is even more mysterious, maybe there is an old demon who has lived in it for nearly 10 years, and when he arrives, When he went in, didn't he go into the mouth of a sheep? He had heard that some ghosts who had succeeded in cultivation could use the method of seizing the body, seize other people's bodies, and prolong their own life by resurrecting the dead. This old monster is not trying to seize me body.

"Why, I'm afraid I'll take your body away," Fang Zhong jumped in fright when the kind voice came, "You, how do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Hehe, this is nothing, as long as the consciousness is strong enough, you can completely sense the fluctuations of other people's consciousness and understand other people's thoughts," a kind voice said with a smile: "Thinking, to put it bluntly, is the fluctuation of consciousness. Fluctuations are difficult for ordinary people to control, but after reaching a certain level, they are easy to do."

"Yes, thinking is actually the irregular fluctuation of brain waves, and this kind of fluctuation is manifested as the fluctuation of spiritual consciousness in monks. If you can clearly feel the fluctuation of other people's spiritual consciousness, you will naturally know what other people are thinking," Fang said. Hearing this, he nodded secretly, the reason is very simple, but it is very difficult to do.

You must know that spiritual consciousness is a very wonderful thing. When you detect and perceive other people's spiritual consciousness, others will also notice it. Just ask who will let you explore his heart.

Therefore, it is very difficult to know the thoughts of others through the fluctuation of spiritual consciousness. Everyone will be on guard and will not give you a chance.

But just now Fang Zhong didn't feel it at all, and the owner of the mysterious voice sensed his inner thoughts, which means that the other party's realm is already much higher than his. For such a character, Fang Zhong can only be respectful. Facing the huge gap in strength, he had no room to resist.