At the edge of the valley, a beam of approaching white light was dazzling, coming from far away.

In the white light, a pure white spirit bird carrying a woman in green flew quickly to the entrance of the valley.

The spirit bird folded its wings and dived downward, about to hit the dense vines.

The woman waved her hand, cast a spell, and the vines disappeared instantly, replaced by a layer of green light curtain.

The woman controlled the spirit bird, and with a flash of white light, she disappeared into the light curtain.

Under the light curtain, six green-robed monks were sitting cross-legged in the center of a five-pointed magic circle. Among them, an old man with a long beard opened his eyes slightly and looked up at the sky.

The white light slowly descended, and the woman landed and saluted the old man.

"Disciple greets Master, the miasma in the mountains has dissipated, and many cultivators have gone to the Fallen Demon Valley."

The woman reported respectfully.

"Has the Ghost Spirit Sect taken action?" the old man asked, stroking his beard.

"Most of the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples have not set sail yet, only a few have gone ahead." The woman answered cautiously.

"It doesn't matter if they are not ready yet. Just keep a close eye on the senior executives and there is no need to worry." The old man ordered quietly.

"Yes, sir. I will set off immediately." The woman took the order solemnly, turned around, jumped onto the spirit bird, and disappeared into the sky.

The old man stared at the woman as she left, his eyes flickering, then he regained his composure and closed his eyes to rest again.

Around the magic circle, five monks looked solemn and did not move at all.

On the top of a mountain a hundred miles away, a fifty-year-old Taoist priest in a grey robe stood firmly with his back to the strong wind. Two puppets, red and green, more than two meters tall, stood behind him.

The Taoist turned around and smiled, then he waved a spell in his hand and the puppet shrank into his sleeve. The Taoist turned into a red light and headed straight for the Demon Valley.

High in the sky, three long rainbows rushed past.

Chen Yun was surprised to find that in front of him, two old men and a beautiful woman were riding their swords and rushing towards Shen Beast Valley.

If Chen Yun saw those three people, he would be shocked.

Because the pale-faced woman in white and the sallow-faced old man in yellow robe were actually the Linghu Patriarch of the Huangfeng Valley and the grand elder of the Yanyue Sect, Nangong Wan's senior sister.

The other old man, whom Chen Yun did not recognize, had a strange appearance, with high eyebrows, deep eyes, a lion nose and a big mouth.

The three of them remained silent and hurried on their way.

The starry sky was bright and brilliant, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

……

Similar scenes frequently occurred near the Wanling Mountains, and many cultivators were confident in entering the Shen Beast Valley.

At this moment, Chen Yun had already arrived near Shen Beast Valley.

On a mound more than ten miles away from the entrance, he stared at the Shen Beast Valley and fell into deep thought.

Without using his spiritual sense to detect, he could sense that there were thousands of cultivators gathered around him, including many Nascent Soul stage masters.

Although these monks may not be as powerful as the masters of the three major sects, their attack methods are strange and unpredictable.

Chen Yun knew that apart from the three major sects and Master Mulan, no one else could be careless. If they were not careful, they might die here.

Chen Yun thought for a moment and decided to observe the entrance of Shen Beast Valley first.

It is said that there is only an ordinary gap in the mountains here, but it exudes a strong spiritual energy, and there are gray clouds rolling at the entrance, which is extremely mysterious.

Chen Yun used his spiritual sense to explore the valley, but after only going a hundred feet deep, he was blocked by an unknown restriction and was unable to glimpse the legendary space crack.

Although he had a powerful spiritual sense and could try to force his way through the restriction, considering the danger level of Shen Beast Valley, Chen Yun chose a conservative strategy and withdrew his spiritual sense.

Then, Chen Yun sat cross-legged on the mound to practice.

Several hours passed, the number of monks here continued to increase, and some familiar figures gradually appeared. At this time, an angry shout suddenly sounded:

"The Mulan people are here! They want to enter Shen Beast Valley to search for treasure!"

Chen Yun looked up when he heard the sound, and saw a large flying boat slowly approaching in the distant sky.

This flying tool is about twenty feet long, shining with silver light, and covered with complicated runes. It is definitely not an ordinary object.

There were more than a dozen cultivators wearing Mulan costumes standing inside the car, and they were obviously Mulan magicians.

When Chen Yun saw this scene, his expression changed slightly.

Although it was already known that the Mulan people wanted to intervene, it was expected that this would never happen.

The reason was that although Mulan had negotiated peace with Tiannan, both sides suffered heavy casualties in the border war, and had deep grudges with many sects.

Only after hundreds of years of corrosion can such a deep hatred be resolved.

Under this circumstance, the people of Mulan dared to go deep into the depths of Tiannan to search for the treasures of the Demon Valley.

It is difficult to understand this situation.

Are you worried about a secret attack by the Avengers?
As Chen Yun was thinking, the giant flying car arrived above the entrance.

The facial contours of the passengers in the car are clearly visible.

Chen Yun's eyes moved between the two leaders, and he suddenly realized.

If these two lead the team, there is no need to worry about ordinary monks seeking revenge.

But why did the three great monks of Mulan let them go to this point? This is puzzling.

The flying car stopped at the top of a small hill nearby, and all the monks got off. The woman surnamed Le waved her finger, making the flying car shrink and retract freely.

Everyone stared at the entrance to the Demon Valley with expressions of shock and confusion.

Obviously, they were as shocked as Chen Yun.

At this time, a group of black-robed monks came through the air in the distance along with a terrifying light and headed straight for this place.

"That's someone from the Ghost Spirit Sect!"

someone exclaimed.

His gaze, originally focused on Mulan Fash, suddenly turned to the sky.

Chen Yun sneered in his heart, his eyes flickering.

Although these escaping lights were moving slowly, they reached the valley entrance in a moment and then fell from a height of over a hundred feet.

After the light disappeared, nearly a hundred Ghost Spirit Sect monks appeared, among which the most eye-catching were the two leading masters.

The middle-aged man in the middle, wearing a loose black robe, has a stern expression and an extraordinary leadership style. It is obvious that he often directs state affairs at the center of power.

The pale, white-haired old man on the right has eyes as sharp as an eagle and an alarming murderous aura. He is obviously a veteran of many battles.

These two were both Nascent Soul cultivators, but Chen Yun had never seen them before, so they must not have participated in the border war. The old man in particular, whose cultivation had reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul, attracted more attention from Chen Yun.

Chen Yun didn't expect that the Soul-Breaking Master of the Ghost Spirit Sect did not arrive, but instead a strange old man joined the battle.

He was surprised but also understood that although sending three Nascent Soul cultivators seemed like a big deal, it was still not enough compared to the unknown dangers in the Demon Valley.

Could it be that the Ghost Spirit Sect has other plans?
At this moment, the monks of the Ghost Spirit Sect were setting up a large magic circle at the entrance of the valley, and the monks around them kept their distance and watched the situation.

The Mulan scholars gathered together, and the scholar named Zhong and the woman named Le were talking in low voices.

Chen Yun stared at the magic circle with a firm look in his eyes and a calm expression. However, not long after, he suddenly looked up at the sky, with a hint of doubt on his face.

Immediately afterwards, a light flashed in the distant sky, and a dazzling white rainbow came rushing towards them with great momentum.

The other monks also noticed something unusual and looked up. The white rainbow quickly reached the top of the valley entrance, and the light faded, revealing an old man in a green shirt with an expressionless face.

"Wei Wuya!"

"Why is he here too?"

"Does the Nine Nations Alliance want to take away the treasures of the Fallen Demon Valley?"

When the monks in the dark saw the old man's face, they were all shocked. However, after Wei Wuya appeared, he ignored the middle-aged monk beside him, but slowly walked towards the crowd of Ghost Spirit Sect.

Seeing this, the middle-aged monk smiled and clasped his fists, saying, "Brother Wei, you are finally here. We may need to delay the time of entering the valley a little."

"Since I have promised Fellow Daoist Wang, I will not change my mind easily. I hope what you said is true. If there is no treasure in the valley, I will no longer be responsible for this matter."

Wei Wuya's tone was cold and he did not respond to the middle-aged cultivator's enthusiasm.

Since the two sides already hate each other, this reaction is not surprising.

"Please rest assured, fellow Daoist. Brother Wei, how dare I lie to you?" The middle-aged cultivator didn't care at all and still respectfully invited Wei Wuya to go.

This scene made the others present dumbfounded. Wei Wuya, as the great elder of the Nine Nations Alliance, was related to the Ghost Spirit Sect. There must be a mystery hidden in it.

Faced with this matter, Chen Yun also frowned slightly.

If there was a dispute with the Ghost Spirit Sect in the Falling Demon Valley, coupled with Wei Wuya's intervention, he would probably have no choice but to avoid it. This was completely beyond his expectations.

Chen Yun thought for a moment and turned to look at the Confucian scholar named Zhong.

If no other late Nascent Soul cultivators intervened, then these two would be the strongest people in the Demon Valley.

The Mulan Divine Master was seen with his hands behind his back, looking at Wei Wuya calmly, as if he was not affected by his arrival.

The woman named Le next to her showed a surprised expression, obviously surprised by Wei Wuya's appearance.

Although Wei Wuya's appearance shocked everyone, the practitioners remained calm and watched the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples gradually perfect the huge magic formation.

After half a day's effort, a stunning giant magic array finally appeared before his eyes. Chen Yun's expression was indifferent at first, and then his eyes gradually revealed a puzzled emotion.

This large magic circle seemed to originate from the ancient teleportation circle he was familiar with, but many details had been changed and simplified, and some areas had increased in complexity, and it was obvious that it had been carefully modified.

Chen Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the magic circle in front of him silently.

Although Chen Yun was quite accomplished in the art of formations, he was still caught off guard when faced with this unpredictable formation. It was difficult for him to understand the mystery behind it, and he could only frown and ponder.

After more than an hour, the magic circle was finally completed.

The disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect began to place mid-level spirit stones of various attributes around the magic circle.

Wang Tiangu, who had been supervising the formation work on the side, suddenly trembled, walked straight to the center of the formation, then clapped his hands to the storage bag and took out an exquisite jade box.

The two middle-aged monks and an old man full of hostility were calm and seemed to have known about Wang Tiangu's actions for a long time.

He carefully opened the box, and a golden high-level spirit stone appeared before everyone's eyes, instantly filled with shocking spiritual energy fluctuations.

"That's actually a high-level spirit stone!" someone exclaimed, shocking the other practitioners.

Chen Yun's expression also changed slightly.

Although the spiritual power contained in a high-level spirit stone is only equivalent to that of a hundred mid-level spirit stones, its value is far beyond what a hundred mid-level spirit stones can match.

In the world of cultivating immortals, exchanging more than a thousand mid-level spiritual stones for a high-level spiritual stone is rare, and even out of stock. This is because the spiritual energy of pure high-level spiritual stone mines is too strong and easy to detect, so they have been mined out. The existing high-level spiritual stones are mainly accidentally excavated from low- and mid-level spiritual stone mines, and the number is extremely rare.

However, many ancient and powerful magic arrays and prohibitions require the use of high-level spirit stones to activate. Even if ordinary magic arrays are driven by high-level spirit stones, their power can be increased several times.

Therefore, high-level spirit stones are extremely valuable, becoming more and more precious as time goes by, and are almost extinct in the world of immortal cultivation in southern Tian.

As for the legendary top-level spirit stone, it has disappeared from this world since the late ancient times and exists only in legends.

When Wang Tiangu placed the high-level gold spirit stone solemnly in the center of the formation, Chen Yun also felt a little envious. He had killed many practitioners but had never obtained a high-level spirit stone, which showed how precious this kind of spirit stone was.

Although he tried to find and buy it in the market later, it was in vain and ended in failure.

Obviously, the existing high-level spiritual stones in Tiannan were hidden by the major sects for emergency use. Now the Ghost Spirit Sect was willing to take out such a treasure, which showed that they attached great importance to the Falling Demon Valley incident. Indeed, the Ghost Spirit Sect would definitely get a rich return by selling the Falling Demon Order. It might not be unfair to give up this opportunity.

After Wang Tiangu placed the high-level spirit stones, he approached the middle-aged cultivator and whispered a few words.

The middle-aged cultivator nodded and waved his hand. All the Ghost Spirit Sect disciples retreated to the periphery of the formation, and a pale yellow formation flag appeared in his hands.

In an instant, everyone rose into the air, quickly arranged into a strange formation, holding formation flags with light flowing.

Is this person the leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect? Why is Wang Tiangu so respectful?

Chen Yun observed the gloomy middle-aged monk and thought to himself.

Suddenly, a black aura surrounded the middle-aged monk, who floated into the air. He glanced around with sharp eyes and said:
"I am Wang Tiansheng from the Ghost Spirit Sect, and I am the new leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect."

Needless to say, fellow Taoists, the road into the valley has been prepared, and the spatial rift has stabilized. Now is the time to enter the valley bottom.

This magic array was obtained by many array masters of our Ghost Spirit Sect after years of research. It is specially designed for teleporting to a place outside the Demon Valley.

However, due to its unique properties, it requires the help of a high-level gold spirit stone to activate it.

We have exhausted all our efforts to obtain this kind of spiritual stone, so we can only teleport a limited number of people each time.

Anyone who holds the Demon-Falling Order, regardless of their stance towards good or evil, can use this magic circle.

I’m sorry that I can’t help the rest of you, fellow Taoists.

In addition, I would like to remind you that this teleportation array is a one-way transmission and the transmission location cannot be predicted.

"Although the chances are slim, there is still a possibility of being transported to the spatial rift in the valley. If this unfortunately happens, you can only blame your bad luck. We are not responsible for this."

"This teleportation array is still in the experimental stage, so risks are naturally present. Those who do not want to take risks can make their own choices."

After saying this, the middle-aged monk crossed his arms and watched coldly. Then he added:
"Those without the Demon Falling Order, do not try to get away with it. We will destroy the magic circle after the final transmission is completed."

Although the words were spoken softly, they were clearly heard by every monk present, causing a whisper among them.

Some monks even conducted in-depth discussions through telepathy.

"Since we need to use a teleportation array to enter the valley, how can we leave the valley? Do we have to wait for your sect to set up another array in the valley?" (End of this chapter)