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Chapter 814: Heaven-reaching Spirit Treasure

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    Near a small valley full of vines, a mass of white light is flying here from a distance.

    In the white light, on a spirit bird as white as snow, a beautiful and gentle woman in green shirt sat on it.

    In the blink of an eye, the spirit bird flew over Xiaogu like lightning.  Immediately, he retracted his wings and swooped down.  Seeing that she was about to plunge headfirst into the densely packed vines below, the woman raised her hand and cast out a spell.

    Immediately, the green light flickered below, and the vines suddenly disappeared, but a layer of green light curtain emerged.

    The woman in the green shirt pushed her body down without any hesitation, a white light flashed, and she disappeared into the light curtain in an instant.

    Under the light curtain, there is another world. Six monks in green shirts are sitting in a pentagonal circle in the middle of the small valley.

    This magic circle is not big, only six or seven feet long.  Five people sat cross-legged at the five corners of the circle, and a spiritual light flickered on the edge of the circle, while an old man with a long beard sat in the middle with his eyes closed.

    Suddenly the old man opened his eyes and looked up to the sky.

    I saw a ball of white light falling slowly, and after a while, the woman in green shirt came to the old man and gave a salute.

    "The disciple joined the master. Now all the miasma in the mountains has faded away. Many monks have already gone to the Valley of Falling Demons." The woman in the green shirt said respectfully with her head bowed.

    "Has the Ghost Gate started?" the long-bearded old man twisted his beard and asked slowly.  "Most people from Ghost Spirit Sect haven't left yet, but a few disciples took a step first." The woman thought for a while and replied cautiously.

    "Hmph! Since the old guy from Ghost Spirit Sect hasn't left yet, we don't need to be in a hurry. As long as we keep an eye on the elders on their trip, nothing will go wrong. Nephew Han, go and continue to monitor them  If there is any change, report back immediately." The long-bearded old man ordered calmly.

    "Yes. Disciple is leaving now." The woman in the green shirt accepted the order without hesitation.

    Afterwards, she saluted the old man again, stepped onto the spirit bird, and flew into the air.  Soon, he rushed out of the light curtain and disappeared.

    The old man stared at the disappearing back of the woman in the green shirt, his eyes flickered, showing a hint of thought, but his expression immediately returned to normal.

    And the five male and female monks around the magic circle, from the appearance of the green shirt woman to the departure of the woman, all of them remained motionless in place, with no expression on their faces, like wooden figures.

    The long-bearded old man seemed to be accustomed to this situation, without any surprise, and closed his eyes again

    At the same time, on the top of a tall mountain hundreds of miles away, a gray-robed Taoist priest in his fifties or sixties stood upright on a rock, facing the fierce wind.  The direction of Fallen Valley.

    Standing behind him were two tall figures, one red and one blue, about two feet tall.

    However, after a little closer inspection, one can see that the two figures with green faces and fangs, expressionless, are actually two mechanism puppets with the appearance of evil ghosts.

    At this moment, the Taoist priest looked back at the two puppets, and after a flash of complacency flashed across his face, he muttered to himself.

    "With the help of these two ancient puppets who are comparable to Nascent Soul monks, the trip to Fall into the Devil's Valley must be very rewarding." After saying this, the Taoist priest raised his hands and cast two spells to go out.

    Immediately, the two evil ghost puppets shrank sharply, and flew into the big sleeve, and then the Taoist priest turned into a red light and flew through the air, in the direction of the valley of falling into the devil

    At another high altitude, three rainbows flew side by side.

    In the twilight, two old men and a woman flew towards the Valley of Fallen Demons.

    If Han Li sees these three people, he will be shocked immediately.  Because two of the three were people he knew.

    One of the old men in yellow robes with a scorched face was none other than Patriarch Linghu of Huangfenggu, and the woman in white with a pale face and a cold expression next to him was actually the great elder of the Moon Sect, the senior sister of Nangong Wan.

    The only old man that Han Li didn't know had high eyebrows and deep frame, a snub nose and a big mouth, and his appearance was peculiar.

    The three of them were silent and just hurried on their way.  The dazzling brilliance of the escape light flashed across the air, turning into three light spots, and disappeared in an instant

    The same situation happened from time to time near the Wanling Mountains.  Many monks are full of confidence in their trip to the Fallen Valley.

    At this time, Han Li had also rushed to the vicinity of Fallen Demon Valley.

    On a mound more than ten miles away from the entrance, he looked indifferently at the direction of Falling Demon Valley, groaning silently.

    At this time, there is no need to detect with spiritual sense, and it is also known that there are as many as a thousand monks gathered in this area with a radius of tens of miles, and there are many old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage hiding in it.  ??But it doesn't seem to be very good, with a slightly haggard look.

    "Could it be that the Yin Demon Slash didn't cause serious injuries to this person? Or did he reconnect the severed limbs, but it's just that he couldn't see it." Han Li's mind turned quickly, and two unconfirmed answers immediately emerged.

    However, with Han Li's current cultivation base and reputation, Wang Chan was no longer a threat to him.  So after turning his eyes, he fell on the other two Nascent Soul cultivators who were leading him again.

    The monk in the middle is a middle-aged man wearing a large black robe with a stern face. There is an extraordinary majesty in his expression. It can be seen that he is in power and often gives orders.

    On the right is a pale old man with white beard and hair, but his eagle eyes are shining brightly, and his body is full of evil spirit.

    Both of them are Nascent Soul cultivators, but their faces are very strange, and they should not have participated in the border battle.  But the old man was already at the mid-stage of Nascent Soul, which made Han Li take a few more glances.

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