There was nothing wrong all night, and occasionally a few monsters came to harass him, and Zhao Wuji used some tricks and forced him to leave with sound waves. Dongfang flew, Zhao Wuji stood up, looked at Fengyun Wuji, and then looked at the horizon, saying, "I'm going to stay at the residence of Master's friend, Demon-Destroying Hand for a while. If you want, you might as well go with me."

"I'm not very familiar with everything here, and I have nowhere to go, so I'll go with you, at least, I'll have some care on the way."

Zhao Wuji smiled, then turned around, jumped down from the top of the cliff, passed a shocking rainbow in the sky, and flew eastward. Feng Yun Wuji used the sword-controlling technique and followed closely behind.

Three days later, Feng Yun Wuji finally came to a huge valley with Zhao Wuji. The fog in the valley was so foggy that it was hard to see. When he was still a distance from the entrance, Zhao Wuji called Feng Yun Wuji to fall to the ground, and several people walked towards the entrance. The opening of the valley was very small, and at the entrance, there were two big words "Hidden Valley" written in cinnabar. Feng Yun Wuji looked at Zhao Wuji in confusion, but Zhao Wuji did not see it, and he was straight.

Walking over, he bowed to the two old white beards lying on the ground at the entrance, then grabbed a rusty knife on the ground and gently stroked it on his index finger. The knife seemed dull, but it was very sharp when it was not seen. It easily cut Zhao Wuji's fingers. A drop of blood dripped from the wound into a stone bowl connected to the rock body below. The stone bowl was red, and a layer of red and black substance had formed at the bottom of the bowl.

When Zhao Wuji cut his index finger, the two white-bearded old men opened their eyes, seemed to look at the stone bowl, nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Feng Yun Wuji.

"Do as you do." Zhao Wuji handed the knife to Feng Yun Wuji, and then said: "This is to prevent advanced demons from mingling into the valley. Some demons are born with very clever changes, and even top masters are difficult to see through. Therefore, they can only be judged from blood."

Feng Yun Wuji suddenly realized, took the knife and gently stroked his index finger to let the blood drip into the stone bowl.

"You two can go in. Remember, life and death are fate." After saying that, the two old white-bearded men waved their hands, closed their eyes and stopped talking.

Inside the Hidden Valley, walls stand thousands of feet high, and countless caves are chiseled between the two walls, densely packed. At the edge of the cave, you can vaguely see them sitting cross-legged in it, motionless.

"In the Hidden Valley, the stronger the strength, the higher the place where they live. With three hundred meters as the boundary, no one below three hundred meters must disturb the cultivation of people over three hundred meters. I came here once tens of thousands of years ago and again thousands of years ago. But I have never seen a master living above three hundred meters. Some of them have been practicing alone for hundreds of thousands of years, without moving."

Feng Yun Wuji laughed a little and thought, just fly up and take a look. Zhao Wuji smiled and looked at Feng Yun Wuji, as if he had seen through what he was thinking in his heart, and said to him: "You try flying up to three hundred meters and see."

When Feng Yun Wuji heard him say something strange, he felt that there was something strange about these three hundred meters and no longer said anything. His feet paused slightly, and then shot up like a sharp arrow. The higher he went up, Feng Yun Wuji felt that the resistance of the air became greater. After reaching more than two hundred meters, his flight speed was about the same as walking. He barely reached more than two hundred and fifty meters and could no longer go up. It seemed that the entire space above had become solid, like a huge piece of cold iron, preventing people from approaching.

The true energy in the body suddenly stagnated and there was a sign of exhaustion. As a last resort, Fengyun Wuji finally slowly fell to the ground.

"how?"

"I can only move to a distance of 250 meters."

"Ten thousand years ago, I could only move to a place of 280 meters. Later, I could only move one or two meters forward, and then I couldn't move up. The higher I went up, the stronger the aura of those strong men. The unintentional aura gathered together, it was almost the same as the actual attack. You and I were too far apart to enter the upper level. At present, the people in this Hidden Valley were all people below 300 meters. People over 300 meters have not shown up for many years."

Feng Yun Wuji looked up at the sky, felt the thick spiritual energy above the sky and the scrolled true energy flow, and thoughtfully said: "Are they... all of them practicing in a subconscious manner?"

"good"

"There is a spiritual array arranged by the Supreme in this Hidden Valley. The speed of collecting spiritual energy is hundreds and thousands of times that of self-cultivation. Therefore, many practitioners from the free faction will gather here to practice. Of course, the most important point is..." Zhao Wuji looked at Feng Yun Wuji's eyes and said calmly: "This ancient world is definitely not like the space plane where we were originally located. In just a few decades, a single skill can be achieved. Although our clan members are not as good as the Bird of Paradise and the demons in other planes, they are also quite large. But along the way, have you seen how many people you have seen? No,

That's it. In this world, there is no way to achieve great success in a martial art that truly has great power and great power without tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, or even millions of years. The greater the power, the longer the time it takes. This ancient human being is so rare, and one of the biggest reasons is that most people are in silence cultivation. I have practiced for tens of thousands of years before I can achieve a little success. But I can't stand this endless years of practice, so I ran out and walked. Within this hidden valley, more than 300 meters, there should be some powerful people who are practicing great power cultivation."

"How long!" Feng Yun Wuji said speechlessly, thinking of the sword-body technique obtained from the temple, but he didn't know how long it would take to reach the realm of great success, tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands or millions of years. He was originally a huge gap in time with everyone. If it took so long to achieve great success, then what should he do if he faced some powerful demons or even hostile forces within the human race in these tens of thousands of years?

Thinking of this, Feng Yun Wuji's brows gradually frowned. Although he knew that this martial arts incident was unhurried, he could not easily deal with the low-level monsters, and this cruel situation made him anxious.

"Let's go, the boat will naturally straighten when it reaches the bridge. Let's go inside first." He reached out and slapped Feng Yun Wuji's shoulder, and Zhao Wuji then leaned forward and walked towards the thick fog. Feng Yun Wuji came to his senses and followed Zhao Wuji closely.

The further you go, the more open the inner space of Yin Valley, and the fog becomes thicker and thinner. When it reaches about a thousand meters away from the entrance, there is no more mist.

At the bottom of a dark cave on one side, Zhao Wuji stopped, bowed to the deep hole, and said aloud: "My younger Zhao Wuji is here to pay homage to Senior Demon-Destroying Hand."

The cave was quiet, like a pool of stagnant water. Feng Yun Wuji could not feel any trace of vitality inside. However, as soon as Zhao Wuji's voice fell, a storm blew into the cave. A powerful aura swept out from the cave like a storm. The invisible pressure and a whirlwind made of swords surged out of the cave. In a hurry, Feng Yun Wuji was forced to retreat continuously. His chest was blocked and he was about to vomit blood.

The powerful voice of the owner of the cave echoed in Feng Yun Wuji's ears: "Who is this? Why did you bring a stranger I have never seen before?... Strange, who did you bring? How could your skills be so weak? The whole ancient times are probably even weaker than him."

"This is a new ascenator. He has only been three years since he ascended. When I met him on the road, I got his help and escaped. I took him to this Hidden Valley by the way." Zhao Wuji said respectfully.

Hey! The person in the cave exclaimed in surprise, and then there was no sound. Feng Yun Wuji found that Zhao Wuji's lips moved, which seemed to be talking to the owner of the cave using the technique of transmitting the secret.
Chapter completed!