There is a yellow sand zone that stretches for nearly two thousand miles between Qinzhou and Liangzhou.

This place has little rainfall, does not grow grass and trees, and has yellow sand and strong winds for many years. Naturally, it has become a place where the demon clan and righteous monks fight.

Over the years, thousands of immortal cultivators have died on this land.

Not to mention that when the two sides conflict, this desert is also a place of danger and abnormality in normal times.

Because of many reasons such as competing for resources for cultivating immortals and looting population and territory, monks and demons are wandering and patrolling this land.

Some are to blatantly kill people and seize treasures, while others are to break through the bottleneck of cultivation between life and death.

No matter what the reason is, one thing is the same. That is, the cultivators who dare to come here are naturally quite confident in their cultivation. Their supernatural powers are far stronger than ordinary cultivators of the same level. Most of these people are cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and occasionally there will be battles between cultivators in the Golden Calendar Stage.

Whenever these Jindan-level masters appear, those low-level immortal cultivators will immediately hide away for fear of harming the fish in the pond.

As for old monsters at the Nascent Soul level, they will not easily appear in such small-scale places.

Therefore, when Beiming took Jiang Chen and his group into this area, everyone disagreed. They all ignored this desert like nothing!

The distance of two thousand miles is easy for Jiang Chen and late-stage Jindan monks, which is to say, it takes more than half a day to pass through, so the few people are not in a hurry and just escape forward at ordinary speed.

The real man Beiming and the white-faced old man were leading the way in front. The monk surnamed Sun and three others broke the rear, while Jiang Chen and the others flew in the middle.

Along the way, several low-level monks were found. Naturally, they didn't care about it and flew past their heads silently.

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but they had just flew in the desert for nearly half an hour, and the old man who was leading the way in front of him paused and stopped.

"It seems to be here!" he said softly at this time.

Following the edge of the desert, heading westward. In front of the bare little stone mountain, this mountain is only a few hundred feet high, with no grass growing, and it is covered with huge gray and white rocks.

When they saw this mountain, Jiang Chen and others looked surprised.

Is the Kunlun ruins located in this inconspicuous stone mountain?

There is a lack of spiritual energy here. If it weren't for the real person Beiming leading the way, they would have really said that they wouldn't be able to find this place.

"This place doesn't look like a ruin at all!" Xiao Yuexian said gurgling.

"Of course, the Kunlun site is underground and has a large area. The place I am looking for is just one of the entrances. It is also the closest entrance to Taiyi Zhenren's cave." The old man with white face no need to explain.

"Okay, that's it. Fellow Daoist Zhang and I first open the outer ban, and fellow Taoists must follow me." Master Beiming solemnly reminded Jiang Chen and the others.

Then, he and the old man without white faces took a step forward side by side, facing the mountain, each of them took out a small flag from their arms.

These two small flags are several inches in size, one is shining blue and extremely crystal clear, and the other is golden. There are hidden runes floating, and they are not ordinary things at first glance.

Seeing the actions of Beiming Zhenren, Jiang Chen and others couldn't help but hold their breath and concentrate on watching the two of them cast their spells.

The two of them were muttering words. The low spell sounded out of the two people calmly. At the same time, the two small flags began to flash and gradually began to shake themselves, as if they were about to fly away.

"Go!"

Almost at the same moment, the old man Beiming and the white-faced man did not need to let go, and the small flag in his hand shot out.

After a flash of light, the small flag sank into a certain rock on the surface of the stone mountain. It disappeared.

After about one incense stick, everything will be as usual and there will be no movement or stillness.

A hint of doubt appeared on Jiang Chen and others' faces at the same time.

The old woman coughed lightly and was about to ask something. The ground under her feet suddenly trembled, causing most people to shake and almost stand unsteadily.

But the next scene changed slightly, and he was shocked.

As the ground was trembling violently under my feet, Xiaoshishan cracked vertically from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, and soft white light shot out from it.

This stone mountain is really about to split from the middle in half.

Jiang Chen and others took a breath of cold air, and were very afraid of the magical powers of Beiming Zhenren and the two who opened mountains and cracked stones.

But in addition to being shocked, they looked calm on the surface, and they all looked at the scene before them as usual.

But only God knows what he thinks in his heart.

Among the few, the two young men and women with the lowest level of the Jindan stage, who had the lowest level of cultivation, stood behind the monk surnamed Sun with pale faces, silently.

Jiang Chen looked at the two of them coldly and then withdrew his gaze.

However, the spells of the real person Beiming and the old man without any need did not stop for a moment.

After a while, the stone mountain finally split into two, and a huge crack about ten feet wide was cracked.

And in the crack, a black stone staircase that went straight to the ground appeared in front of everyone.

"Let's go." A trace of excitement flashed across the face of the white-faced old man, and then he greeted briefly, then took the lead and walked in.

As one of the initiators, Beiming Zhenren smiled slightly and fell behind him.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen felt a little moved.

It seems that this old man without white faces is a bit difficult. When he arrived here, even the real person Beiming had to follow his horse's head.

The other people seemed to have seen something. After looking at each other for a few moments, they all cunningly did not mention the matter. Instead, they followed in with a constant expression.

The stairs are very long, with white night pearls embedded on both sides. But the more you go down, the colder it looks.

Soon after, the group went deep into the stone mountain about a hundred feet deep.

Here, the light emitted by the Night Pearl is no longer a faint white light, but for some reason it has turned into a dark green color, making the passage look a little dark and unclear. It is full of gloomy aura.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Chen frowned slightly, and subconsciously distanced himself from the old woman surnamed Rong in front of him to ensure that any accident happened and that he could have time to react.

In fact, it was not just Jiang Chen, except for the Beiming Zhenren and the other monks who had no need to be a white-faced old man, who also made the same move wisely. The group of people even widened the distance by more than ten feet long.

The two of Beiming Zhenren and the White-Faced Old Man knew that the rest of the people were guarding against them, but they pretended not to know and still walked forward with great strides without any dissatisfaction.

After a full meal, Jiang Chen and others walked into this mysterious hall one by one.

It is said to be mysterious because the four walls of this hall are shining green and crystal clear, as if it was made of hollowed out with huge jade. It looks very dazzling.

Now standing in this huge hall that is dozens of feet wide, everyone looked surprised.

Of course, these things cannot be really jadeite. Everyone swept their spiritual senses to one of the walls. As a result, after contact, the spiritual senses bounced back and could not penetrate at all.

Jiang Chen was not surprised, and used his spiritual sense to explore the rest of the hall and every corner. Only then did he realize that the result was exactly the same.

Jiang Chen muttered a few words in his heart, then his eyes turned and his eyes fell on the other people.

The monk surnamed Sun, the old woman and others also frowned, obviously the same as his feelings. They all felt a little tricky.

"Is this the place where the 'Purple-Ming God Forbidden' is set up? It seems that the real person Beiming is not exaggerating." Jiang Chen was thinking secretly, but suddenly found that the entire hall suddenly shaking violently, and then a series of loud noises came from behind him.

The old woman and the others were shocked and hurriedly looked back. They found that the passage at the entrance disappeared without a trace, replaced by the walls that were also flashing green.

The whole hall suddenly became dead.

"Fellow Daoist Beiming. What does this mean?" The monk surnamed Sun asked with a deep face when he saw this scene.

The old woman and others also looked alert and stared at the Beiming Zhenren and the old man with white faces. Their eyes were flashing.

"Several fellow Taoists are so concerned! This is the ban outside that is activated by itself. The stone mountain is bridged again. The same was true when I came last time. As long as we stayed in the hall for three days, we can wait until the time when the ban is weakest. Then we can easily separate the mountain wall again and will not be trapped here. Moreover, if the outer ban is closed, there is no need to be afraid that the demon clan or other monks will find us outside." Beiming Zhenren said calmly without any surprise.

After hearing this, the monk surnamed Sun and others were a little skeptical, but their expressions calmed down.

As long as the two of Beiming Zhenren are in the hall, they are not afraid of them setting up traps and having ill intentions.

"So that's it! I was reckless just now." The monk surnamed Sun clasped his fists and politely said.

"It's okay! How could I take this little thing to heart... But, I'd better break the ban quickly and go in. This is the place where fellow Daoist Zhang and I returned after we came in last time. This Purple Nether Divine Forbidden is not easy to break." Beiming Zhenyawned and said indifferently.

"Is this restriction really so difficult to break? I got a treasure some time ago, which was specially used to protect various restriction shields. Perhaps there is no need for everyone to go all over, and it consumes a lot of spiritual power. As long as I sacrifice this treasure, I can break this restriction?" The old woman suddenly smiled on her wrinkled face, and said unexpectedly beyond the expectations of others.

"Hey! If Mrs. Rong has such a rare treasure, of course she can give it a try. We are not sure how to use our spiritual sense to unlock the ban." The old man with white faceless eyes flashed with joy and replied without hesitation.

"Yes, Fellow Daoist Rong casts spells. We will not stop him." Beiming said in surprise.

"Since both fellow Taoists agree, I'm not polite. But if I really use this treasure to break the ban, can I choose treasures with the two fellow Taoists first?" Mrs. Rong smiled, and a glimmer of light flashed across her originally cloudy eyes, revealing her true purpose.

When they heard this, the young Jindan stage monks, the monks surnamed Sun changed slightly, and their eyes turned to Beiming Zhenren to see how they answered.

The true man Beiming also showed a look of surprise on his face, but after looking at the old man who was walking with him, he smiled slightly and said to all the monks in the hall: "Yes! Whether it is Mrs. Rong or other fellow Taoists, as long as they can break the ban here alone, they can choose one treasure first after the two of us have selected the treasure. What do you think of it?"

After saying this, Beiming Zhenren also looked at the expressions of Jiang Chen and others.

Jiang Chen and the monk surnamed Sun both acted indifferently. Although the young Jindan mid-stage monk and Xiao Yuexian looked unhappy, they did not object to the matter, which was considered as a default.

So, Beiming Zhenren smiled, and then decisively said to Mrs. Rong: "It seems that other fellow Taoists have no objection. Mrs. Rong, you can take action."

"Since that's the case, I'll try it out." The old woman was secretly happy. She was quite confident in her treasure. She had already broken several powerful formation restrictions before.

As long as it is not an invisible restriction such as the illusion array, she consciously grasps it. Otherwise, she would not risk angering other peers and rashly raise this matter and insist on snatching a piece of meat from the tiger's mouth.

At this time, the old woman surnamed Rong reached out to her wide cuff and took out a metal object several inches in size.

This object is pointed in front and wide in the back, and is snow-white all over, like a pointed cone, looking extremely strange.

The old woman ignored the surprised gaze of others, but opened her mouth and spit out a ball of essence and blood, which suddenly dyed the pointed cone red.

Suddenly, the object flashed with red light, and a circle of cold and bone-black cold air spread from the surface of the treasure, instantly covering the entire hall.

The real person Beiming and the old man without faces of white faces are both knowledgeable people. When they saw this scene, they knew that this thing was extraordinary. They couldn't help but take a few steps back and focus on the sharp-cone treasure of the old woman surnamed Rong.

When the young middle-stage Jindan monk saw this treasure, his expression changed drastically. He hurriedly opened a blue shield and protected the two of them, with a look of horror on his face.

The two of them had low cultivation levels. They were shaking by the ice aura just now, and they immediately shivered all over. They could not wait any longer in the cold. They could only rely on magic weapons to keep the cold.

After a flash of white light, a slight "crackling" sound came from the sharp cone head.

Jiang Chen and the others were stunned when they heard this, and quickly looked at it intently.

Only then did they realize that there were still a few white arcs in the tip of the pointed cone-shaped magic weapon, which were jumping endlessly.

It seems that this treasure is still an ancient treasure with both thunder and ice attributes.

Suddenly, several different gazes fell on the old woman surnamed Rong at the same time.

But Mrs. Rong ignored everyone's surprise, looked at the green wall in front of her with a deep look, then shook her wrist and threw out the ice thunder-tip cone magic weapon in her hand.

In an instant, the cold light burst out and a series of low roars came out. (To be continued...)
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