The trial has been for many days, and Chen Feng has been following Mo Laodao’s grandchildren. Today, Chen Feng accelerated his speed, narrowed the distance with the three of them, and saw them disappearing in front of him.

With the constant trekking, the scene ahead finally changed.

The Netherworld has always been a wide wasteland, but it was cut off in front of it, replaced by a cliff. The ochre-red cliff wall was exposed between the sky and the earth like exposed black and red skin. Several scattered wild flowers were stubbornly blooming in this world where there was rare sunlight. Small yellow flowers like buttons dotted between this huge ochre red. Light blue mist gushed under the cliff. As the twilight deepened little by little, the fog became thicker, as if it was about to leave the cliff and rushed straight to the sky.

There is a huge valley below the cliff. Chen Feng could hardly imagine why there was such a large valley in the inner valley of Luanyun Valley. The valley has its name, and it was proved by an old stone tablet, with the word "Huangquan" written on it. It seems that the valley in front of him is called Huangquan Valley.

Standing at the top of the cliff, Chen Feng could not see anything in the valley, even a trace of it. The cliff was too high and the fog was too heavy.

Chen Feng picked up a small stone and threw it in. After a while, it probably caused other huge rocks, causing a thunderous vibration, and then gradually disappeared and finally returned to silence. The valley is deep enough!

After walking around for a long time, Chen Feng found a path to the valley. This was a plank road, which was chiseled out of the most gentle slope of the cliff. I don’t know how many years it has been. Because it has not been used for a long time, it has become very old and covered with grass and trees. It would be difficult to find it without careful searching. In this case, it would be even more difficult to go down this road. Even so, looking back at the beginning, digging such a road on the high cliff can still be regarded as a feat. Chen Feng guessed that there must be something attractive in the valley back then, otherwise no one would have done such a large project.

Chen Feng's most delicate state of mind has always been a profound state of compassion from suffering, from narrow to complexity. Once upon a time, even walking among the bustling crowds, Chen Feng always felt like an egg on the ground, worried about being trampled. But now, when climbing down the plank road where only one foot can be saved, Chen Feng felt that it was always a feat. It was a feat for a person to stand between heaven and earth. It was okay to do whatever he wanted, so why bother to blame himself?

Chen Feng thought that the reason why people in the world are persistent in moving forward is because they are moved by the glory of human nature, those magnificent love, those dedication that touches people, and those memorable sacrifices... I will also move forward.

Today, I may be living humbly, and maybe I will not regret dying in the next moment, but I will stick to my principles.

The entire secret world becomes more noisy, and every low-level secret person becomes more lonely and humble. But if he never burns his enthusiasm and never gives off his youth, what a pity it would be when the loess covers his face!

Thinking of this, Chen Feng's heart was filled with passion: Even though my feelings are sentimental and my heart is full of holes, I will continue the lonely and uncomprehensible journey with a faint smile!

Accompanied by the surging fog, the moon gradually rose, and there was a little dampness in the fog. Silver light was plated on the clouds above, and occasionally there were birds returning to their nests. This was the first time Chen Feng heard the sound of living creatures after he came to the trial site. Although the bird was not very good, Chen Feng felt it was very pleasant and friendly.

Chen Feng had been crawling down the plank road for a long time. It was no exaggeration to say that he was crawling, because in order to ensure that he did not fall down, Chen Feng could only lie on the plank road, and his hands had to hold on to the green vines on both sides. At this time, his outermost robe had been worn out, and his palms were covered with blood bubbles. His whole person was hanging in the air, but his heart was extremely calm. He had followed Mr. Mo for so long, and if he returned, there would be no danger. But Chen Feng believed that following him might be a better choice. As long as he was careful, there would be no major danger. On the one hand, it was due to Chen Feng's confidence, and on the other hand, it was due to the intuition brought by the secret technique of sensing.

Finally, after many times, Chen Feng finally saw the outline of the valley bottom. Unexpectedly, at the bottom of the Huangquan Valley, there was a small hill.

The whole mountain is not very big, with a radius of more than ten miles. Looking from the sky, it is just the size of a steamed bun. If it is allowed to be in the towering forest mountains, even an eagle will completely ignore the mound. However, within the small radius of this mountain, there are countless caves and graves of all sizes.

Seeing that the valley bottom and feet can step on the ground is not the same concept. Chen Feng gritted his teeth again and magnified the outline of the hill on the ground little by little. Bloodshots had already oozed out of his hands, so he could only grit his teeth and persevere.

When Chen Feng finished his last step and collapsed on the ground, he was really weak, but he gained further experience in his mood.

Chen Feng raised his head and could no longer see the sky. Only a few rays of moonlight leaked from the surging fog. In front of him, it should be the destination of his trip. Because he saw the figures of Mo Laodao’s grandchildren on the hillside. However, the most eye-catching thing was not these three people, but countless tombs.

Not far from him, there was also an old stone tablet with the word "Biluo" written on it. It seemed that it should be the name of this mountain, called Biluo Mountain.

The quiet night was a little chilly, and thousands of souls were buried on the Biluo Mountain. The shadow of the fog sprinkled on the entire Biluo Mountain, weaving a huge net, like a linen at a funeral. Against the backdrop of the mountains of phosphorus and fire, the sky seemed to be coated with a faint green, which looked mysterious and weird.

Chen Feng rested for a while and quietly dived to the hillside. There were not tall trees and bushes of evergreen shrubs on the hillside. Under the dim moonlight, it was dark. Further up, Biluo Mountain was bald, and only the starry grave tips were exposed.

At this moment, a shout came from the hillside: "Can you come out in the Wangu Cave?" Chen Feng saw that Old Dao Mo was shouting loudly to the mountain.
Chapter completed!