The Order of Purple Thorn

After a day of confrontation, Nan Feng realised that the vulture had no intention to leave. He moved horizontally, the vulture also moved horizontally.

"Bastard!" Nan Feng started to curse.

The vulture tilted its head and looked at Nan Feng with a disdainful gaze, as if telling Nan Feng that it was a beast, so what?

"Meow my * ss, I'm entering now. Remember, in ten years, I'll come to kill you." Nan Feng was truly angered. Being bullied by this beast with a flat fur, he was somewhat unable to endure it.

With the Battle halberd behind him tightened, Nan Feng walked forward. He only hoped that he wouldn't encounter winged Magical Beast s, but he really had no way to deal with winged Magical Beast. If they could fly, what should he do?

After carefully walking forward for five or six kilometers, Nan Feng stopped. Since he was unable to explore the vulture in this region, he felt that he should not be in the range of the vulture's detection. He would be safe for the time being, so he decided to stay here.

Nan Feng found a secluded place and hid the Tent. After settling it, he went in and meditated to recover.

Nan Feng opened a bottle of wine and ate some dried meat. Now he did not dare to start a fire, he knew that this was not a good place, and if any of the powerful Magical Beast were to come, he would be stunned.

After staying in that place for an entire day, Nan Feng thought that there was no need to go forward. If the vulture left, wouldn't it be fine if he went out himself?

The moment Nan Feng left the tree, he immediately started cursing, because the vulture had not left and was still lying on the tree.

Nan Feng scolded, but the vulture did not move, it just lied on the big tree.

In this kind of situation, Nan Feng had nowhere to retreat to, and nowhere to retreat to.

This terrain was very strange. Nan Feng was standing at the entrance of a basin, and the two sides were concave mountain walls, which formed the underground space, the mountain walls that were retracted from the mouth. There was no way to climb up, and beyond them was the mountain that was as tall as the clouds.

In other words, Nan Feng had two paths, one was the entrance to the basin that the vulture was looking at, and the other was the mountain on the opposite side. Once you climb the mountain, you will be able to climb out.

The vulture blocked his way back, so Nan Feng could only consider going through the mountain, but deep in the basin, it was hard to say what the situation was. There was also that mountain, and looking at it from afar, it looked extremely foggy.

Slowly walking forward, Nan Feng was very careful. He planned to leave from here and return home. This was too scary and he couldn't take it anymore.

As he continued to explore, suddenly, Nan Feng was stunned, because he found traces of people walking up the stairs.

Although the steps were covered with moss, they were man-made, Nan Feng was sure of it.

Nan Feng was a little confused. The trial-takers that the Qinglian Sect had entered to train in could not have come to build any stairs, but three thousand years ago, when the Venerated Feather was still alive, they made people build buildings for them. This was his territory, and only she could build buildings in space.

This was the territory of the Venerated Feather. Nan Feng was shocked once he deduced it, because this might be the Venerated Feather's training hall.

Forget about danger, even if it was a mountain of blades, Nan Feng had to go in! Why did you come in? Wasn't it to find the remnants of the Venerated Feather?

Nan Feng was very careful. There wouldn't be any traps in an expert's accidental fall because there wasn't time to arrange them. However, it was very possible that this place had been lived in since the Venerated Feather was alive, so it was normal for some of the mechanisms to exist here.

Following the stairs, Nan Feng slowly walked forward as the spiritual force spread out in all directions.

After walking a while, Nan Feng started climbing. In other words, if Nan Feng walked a little more, he would be able to climb the mountain and escape the vulture. He could then return to the entrance of the Qinglian Secret Realm.

After walking for a distance, Nan Feng saw the palace, which was hidden in the clouds.

That's right! Nan Feng knew that he had found the right place.

Reaching the critical point, Nan Feng became more and more cautious. If he was tricked by the Qinglian Sect's ancestor, then he would really lose face.

After walking for a few hundred steps, Nan Feng arrived at a platform.

Upon reaching the platform and inspecting the area, Nan Feng almost fell to the ground.

In the middle of the platform, there was a towering pillar, and the white flood dragon on the pillar was a true Flood Dragon, unlike the Azure Flood Dragon. The Azure Flood Dragon was a type of snake, it was only called an Azure Dragon. This white flood dragon had horns, and only a snake with a horn could be called a flood dragon.

The Body of the white flood dragon was so much bigger than the Green Scaly Dragon that Nan Feng killed.

The white flood dragon was coiled on the stone pillar, its large head overlooked the foot of the mountain, its eyes filled with flowing light.

Nan Feng knew that it was an easy thing for the white flood dragon to kill him.

Knowing that it was a high level Magical Beast, Nan Feng bowed to it, but did not make a move for a long time.

Looking up, Nan Feng saw that the white flood dragon did not have any signs of life.

Walking forward to take a look, Nan Feng realized that the white flood dragon was injured, and had many clear holes.

Death in battle! Looking at the wounds, Nan Feng was sure that the white flood dragon died in battle.

Letting out a breath, Nan Feng knew that this white flood dragon must be related to the Venerated Feather.

Nan Feng understood, it was because of the white flood dragon's aura that the vulture did not dare to enter.

After clasping his hands and bowing to the white flood dragon, Nan Feng continued to move forward.

Nan Feng went across the platform, and then the stairs and followed along the stairs. After walking for a while, a hall appeared in Nan Feng's line of sight.

The two golden doors were closed.

Standing in front of the hall, Nan Feng knew that the rumors were wrong.

Legend has it that when the battle arrived, the Venerated Feather used his own cultivation to create this space, it was obviously wrong. This space had already existed for a long time.

Looking at the main hall's door, Nan Feng noticed a depression on it. After looking at it, Nan Feng thought about the identity badge that he did not attach much importance to, that was the Qinglian Sect disciple token that the elder had given him along with his core disciple, the Robe.

He took out the order badge and compared it to the concave area, then Nan Feng pressed it.

Ga! Ga! Ga!

The doors of the hall opened on both sides.

Then, everything in the hall appeared in front of Nan Feng.

Nan Feng entered the hall. Inside the hall, there were no statues, only an ancient looking chair and a desk.

Sitting on the chair s, one could have a bird's eye view of everything outside the great hall, and a bird's eye view of the mountains.

There was nothing but a scroll on the table.

Nan Feng untied the silk belt on the scroll and unrolled it.

Swish!

As the scroll opened, a ray of light appeared.

The light condensed into the figure of a woman.

The woman looked at Nan Feng, "To be able to open the doors of the great hall, to be able to open the scroll, you must be a disciple of the Qinglian Sect, the Void Feather."