I have a Zanpakutō

Chapter 431, Profound Fire Altar
Given that the valley occupies such a vast area, there must be quite a few gray dolphins used as guards.Fenxianggu is quite capable, not only finding the gray dolphin, but also domesticating it and using it as a warning.

"Based on my cultivation, there are almost no opponents in this world of Jade Immortals, but today you are defeated by this little gray dolphin. You will die without regrets!"

Zhang Han couldn't help laughing at himself, and activated the Reiatsu again, captured the three gray dolphins hiding nearby, and shocked them to death one by one, then restrained his breath and sneaked into the valley.

It was already dusk at this time, because the four peaks surrounding the valley were extremely tall and steep, blocking the sunlight, so the inside of the valley looked rather dark, almost as dark as night.

Zhang Han went deep into the valley along the winding path.There are more than a dozen cobblestone-paved paths, large or small, connected to each other, each leading to a different place.

The buildings on both sides of the road are majestic and tall, with sprawling eaves and strange animal bones hanging from the corners of some eaves. The overall style is similar to that of the Central Plains, but the details are quite different.

In the middle of the building, there are flowers, plants and trees, red flowers and green woods, which are colorful and set off against the blue bricks and stones, but it looks extremely harmonious and beautiful.

Arriving here, Zhang Han suddenly felt a little confused. Among the dozens of winding roads, which one is the one leading to the Xuanhuo Altar?

"It seems that we can only catch someone and ask."

Zhang Han took a quick step, his body flashed, and he turned into a ghostly white shadow, shuttled between the pavilions, and after a while, he found a servant who was cleaning the road.

Feeling that there was no one else around, Zhang Han burst into shape, rushed behind the man like lightning, pointed his finger on his head, activated telepathy, and searched for the location of the Xuanhuo Altar from the other party's memory.

After completing these, Zhang Han erased the memory in the man's mind, and left here like a ghost.

"Eh? It's strange, why did you doze off all of a sudden? Didn't you have a good rest these days?" After Zhang Han left, the servant stood up again, muttering strangely.

The path is secluded, surprisingly long and deep.

Zhang Han walked all the way, and the surrounding buildings and houses gradually receded, and there were tall trees and lush flowers and plants on both sides, floating gently with the breeze, and the shadows of the trees whirled.

All the way deep into the depths of Fenxiang Valley, the keen spiritual sense detects the scorching heat that is gradually rising, but the dark depths on both sides of the road are faintly bleak and cold, which is extremely weird.

Zhang Hanyi is a bold person, not afraid of ghosts and monsters at all, his figure flickers again and again, with the naked eye, every tens of meters, there is a white shadow flashing and disappearing, which is quite strange.

Not long after, they came to the end of the path, the Xuanhuo Altar.

"Well, Shangguan Ce has been killed by Bai, and I don't know who is guarding the Xuanhuo Altar now." Zhang Han muttered to himself, and approached quietly under the cover of trees.

Turning the last corner, the vision suddenly opened up, the billowing heat wave accompanied by a bit of burning smell hit his face, choking Zhang Han almost coughing.

Looking up, there is a huge circular altar standing in the center of the open space. The bottom is suspended in the air. The altar is supported by thirteen huge stone pillars nearly ten meters long. Each stone pillar is as thick as two people hugging each other.

Going up, the whole altar seems to be made of some kind of fiery red strange stone. It has three floors, each of which is tens of meters high. It looks like a huge solid flame, burning blazingly, reaching into the sky.

Such a majestic altar is breathtaking.

The closer you get to the altar, the more you feel the scorching heat, the billowing heat wave, it seems that even the water in your body will be evaporated by it.

Zhang Han climbed up the steps all the way, no matter the steps, railings, or the walls of the main hall, they were all made of strange fiery red stones, which looked extremely simple and grand.

Not long after, Zhang Han came to the wooden door of the main hall on the first floor, and his expression was slightly startled. The spiritual pressure was sensed through the wooden door, and there were guards inside.

"Who?"

Hearing the creaking sound of the palace door being pushed open, an old man in a gray robe stood up abruptly, staring at Zhang Han who walked in slowly.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass into the important place of the Xuanhuo Altar?"

The old man's hair was gray and his hands were in seals. He saw a flame-like fairy sword flying out from behind, turning into a red light and shooting straight at it.

Zhang Han stomped his feet lightly, and the spiritual pressure in his body transformed into dark magic power, turning into invisible ripples, rippling in the hall.

In an instant, the entire hall was incorporated into the mirror space.

The crimson ground beneath his feet was suddenly layered on top of each other, spinning and twisting like countless layers.At the same time, a stone wall nearly one meter thick broke away from the ground and stood up abruptly.

Bang, with a muffled sound, the flaming fairy sword in the old man's hand shot straight into the stone wall, but was swallowed by layers of twisted walls, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"how is this possible?"

Faced with the scene where the fairy sword was swallowed by the stone wall, the old man's face turned pale with shock. The Chiyan Sword, which had been refined for hundreds of years, lost contact with him!No matter how he agitated his true essence, he could no longer detect the aura of Chi Yanjian.

It wasn't until this moment that the old man realized that the cultivation base of the visitor was much higher than his own.

"You villain, you know how to force your way into the Xuanhuo Altar, Fenxiang Valley will never let you go!" Seeing Zhang Han walking over slowly, the old man scolded loudly with a stern look.

Zhang Han sneered, and said lightly, "You should think about how to save your life. If you have no other moves, then die!"

As soon as the last word was uttered, Zhang Han's body flashed, and he swept across a distance of tens of meters like lightning. The Zanpakudao was held in his hand at some point, and he swung the knife and slashed.

A blood-colored sharp light cut through the space quickly, and rushed towards it.In the hall surrounded by fiery red, it is not conspicuous at all.

The old man was startled, and felt that the other party had a ferocious aura of cutting mountains and rivers with a slash.Just as he was about to circulate his true energy to resist the oncoming slash, his body froze, and the ground under his feet suddenly turned upside down, and he himself turned head down and feet down, falling down with gravity.

The old man has practiced Taoism for hundreds of years, so his experience in dealing with enemies is naturally extremely rich.In the midst of a crisis, he shouted hastily, rubbed his hands together, and a white flame appeared in his palm, which rose in the wind, and turned into a giant flame in a short while, wrapping his body inside.

boom!
The sharp sword struck the flames, and bursts of scorching air burst out immediately, reverberating in the entire hall.

I saw the hot to whitish flame being blown away by the sword, turning into a little white glow, running around, the old man let out a pained cry, his body involuntarily flew upside down more than ten meters, and landed in the center of the hall.

Under the power of the sudden shock, the hall shook slightly, but the mysterious runes carved on the surrounding walls flickered a few times, and the whole hall became quiet again.

(End of this chapter)