Chapter 801

Near a small valley covered with vines, a ball of white light was flying towards here from afar. Net

In the white light, on a spiritual bird as white as snow, a beautiful and gentle woman in green clothes sat upright.

In the blink of an eye, this spiritual bird arrived above the small valley like a bolt of lightning. Then it retracted its wings and dived downwards. Just as it was about to plunge into the dense vines below, the woman raised her hand and cast a spell.

Immediately, green light flashed below, and the vines suddenly disappeared, revealing a layer of green light screen.

The woman in green did not hesitate to urge the spiritual bird beneath her. With a flash of white light, she instantly disappeared into the light screen without a trace.

Under the light screen, there was another world. Six cultivators dressed in green were sitting in a five-cornered array in the center of the small valley.

This array was not large, only six or seven zhang. Five people sat cross-legged at the five corners of the array, with spiritual light flashing at the edges of the array, while an old man with a long beard sat in the middle with his eyes closed tightly.

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

I saw a ball of white light slowly descending. A moment later, the woman in green arrived in front of the old man and bowed.

"Disciple greets Martial Uncle. Now the miasma in the mountain range has completely faded. Many cultivators have already gone to the Fallen Devil Valley." The woman in green lowered her head and said respectfully.

"Has the Ghost Spirit Sect set off yet?" The old man with a long beard stroked his long beard and asked slowly. "Most of the Ghost Spirit Sect has not set off yet, but a few disciples have taken a step ahead." The woman thought for a moment and replied carefully.

"Hmph! Since the old guys of the Ghost Spirit Sect haven't set off yet, we don't need to be too anxious. As long as we keep an eye on the few elders of their trip, there won't be any mistakes. Martial Niece Han, you go and continue to monitor their movements. If there is any unusual movement, report back immediately." The old man with a long beard ordered without changing his expression.

"Yes. Disciple will set off now." The woman in green accepted the order without hesitation.

Afterwards, she bowed to the old man again, floated onto the spiritual bird, and flew into the sky. Soon she rushed out of the light screen and disappeared without a trace.

The old man stared at the back of the woman in green as she disappeared, his eyes flashing with sharp light, revealing a trace of contemplation, but his expression immediately returned to normal.

As for the five male and female cultivators around the array, from the moment the woman in green appeared until she left, each of them remained motionless in their original positions, with no expression on their faces, just like wooden figures.

The old man with a long beard seemed accustomed to this situation, without the slightest surprise, and closed his eyes again.

At the same time, on the peak of a tall mountain a hundred li away, a gray-robed Daoist priest in his fifties stood straight on a mountain rock, facing the fierce wind, his eyes slightly narrowed as he looked in the direction of the Fallen Devil Valley.

Standing behind him were two tall human figures, one red and one cyan, reaching two zhang in height.

But a closer look would reveal that the two figures had cyan faces and fangs, with no expression on their faces, and were actually two mechanical puppet people in the shape of evil ghosts.

At this moment, the Daoist turned his head to look at the two puppets. After a trace of self-satisfaction flashed across his face, he muttered to himself.

"With the help of these two ancient puppets that are comparable to Nascent Soul cultivators, the trip to the Fallen Devil Valley will surely have great gains." After saying this, the Daoist raised his hand and cast two spells.

Immediately, the two evil ghost puppets shrank rapidly and flew into his large sleeves. Then the Daoist turned into a red light and flew through the air, heading towards the Fallen Devil Valley.

In another high altitude, three long rainbows were flying side by side.

In the light of the escape, two old men and one woman were flying towards the Fallen Devil Valley.

If Han Li saw these three, he would immediately feel greatly stunned. Because among the three, there were actually two people he knew.

One of the yellow-robed old men with a sallow face was none other than Ancestor Ancestor Linghu of the Yellow Maple Valley, and the pale-faced, cold-looking woman in white beside him was actually the Great Elder of the Yanyue Sect, that Martial Sister of Nangong Wan.

The only old man Han Li did not know had high eyebrows and deep eye sockets, a lion nose and a big mouth, and a very peculiar appearance.

The three of them were silent, just burying their heads in their journey. The escape light emitted a dazzling brilliance as it swept across the sky, turning into three points of light, and instantly disappeared without a trace.

Similar situations were happening from time to time near the Ten Thousand Ridge Mountains. Many cultivators were full of confidence in their trip to the Fallen Devil Valley.

And Han Li had also arrived near the Fallen Devil Valley at this time.

On a mound more than ten li away from the entrance, he looked calmly in the direction of the Fallen Devil Valley, pondering silently.

At this time, without using spiritual sense to probe, he knew that within this range of dozens of li, there were as many as a thousand cultivators gathered, and there was no lack of old Nascent Soul monsters hiding among them. These old monsters might not have cultivation bases as profound as the three great cultivators, but in terms of the deviousness and entanglement of their secret techniques and divine abilities, none of them were easy to deal with. And Han Li was not conceited enough to think that apart from the three great cultivators and the Mulan Divine Masters, he had nothing to fear from the others. One moment of carelessness would also cost him his life here.

While pondering, Han Li occasionally looked at the entrance of the Fallen Devil Valley.

If it weren't for the fact that all the cultivators gathered here from the beginning, Han Li really wouldn't believe that such an ordinary mountain gap was the entrance to the Fallen Devil Valley. But above the entrance, gray clouds were rolling, and spiritual energy was surging, presenting many strange signs that made people feel a chill in their hearts.

From the outside, the entrance was only ten zhang wide. Han Li probed the valley entrance with his spiritual sense slightly. As a result, after his spiritual sense only penetrated a hundred zhang into the valley entrance, it was blocked by an inexplicable restriction that appeared in the valley, and he did not see the so-called spatial rifts.

Although Han Li could rely on his powerful spiritual sense to force a breakthrough, facing such a dangerous place as the Fallen Devil Valley, he hesitated for a moment and still cautiously withdrew his spiritual sense.

Afterwards, Han Li sat cross-legged on the mound and closed his eyes to enter meditation.

Time passed bit by bit. Half a day later, Han Li's spiritual sense sensed that more and more cultivators were gathering here. Among them, there were a few auras that were vaguely familiar, and they should be people he knew.

Han Li pondered for a moment and identified these people one by one, but his brows furrowed. Just at this moment, a voice of shock and anger suddenly came from nearby.

"The Mulan people are here! It's the Mulan Dharma Masters, they really want to enter the valley to explore for treasures."

As this voice fell, the entire entrance area was in a stir.

Han Li also felt a chill in his heart. He opened his eyes and looked.

I saw a strange flying vehicle in the sky not far away, flying towards here unhurriedly.

This vehicle was much larger than an ordinary flying vehicle, cone-shaped, over twenty zhang long, with its surface flashing with silver light and imprinted with dense talismans. This vehicle was clearly not an ordinary object. And in the vehicle stood more than a dozen cultivators dressed in Mulan attire. If they weren't Mulan Dharma Masters, who else could they be!

Seeing this situation, a trace of surprise appeared on Han Li's face.

Although he had heard rumors that the Mulan people also wanted to muddy these waters, he always thought it was unlikely.

After all, although the Mulan people had made peace, both sides suffered many casualties in the border war. The Mulan people had formed deep grudges with many sects. And without hundreds of years of subtle influence, this grudge could not be resolved so easily.

Under such circumstances, for the Mulan people to dare to penetrate deep into the hinterland of Tiannan and enter the Fallen Devil Valley to explore for treasures was truly somewhat unbelievable. Were they not afraid of being plotted against from behind by cultivators eager for revenge?

Just as Han Li was puzzled, the huge flying vehicle flew to the sky above the entrance. The faces of the people in the vehicle could be clearly seen with the naked eye.

Han Li's gaze shifted to the faces of the two leaders, and he felt a sudden realization in his heart.

Since these two were leading the team, there was indeed no need to fear ordinary cultivators seeking revenge. It was just that Han Li was still somewhat puzzled as to how the three Mulan Divine Masters could allow them to come to this place.

The two Dharma Masters standing at the very front of the flying vehicle, one man and one woman, were none other than the Zhong-surnamed Confucian scholar among the Mulan Divine Masters and the Le-surnamed woman who managed the ancient lamp. With the Confucian scholar's mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation base, he could indeed suppress ordinary cultivators seeking revenge.

The flying vehicle landed on a small hill not far from Han Li. The Dharma Masters left the vehicle one after another. The Le-surnamed woman cast a spell to shrink and put away the flying vehicle. The rest of the people stared tightly at the entrance of the Fallen Devil Valley, revealing expressions of astonishment.

It seemed they were just as surprised as Han Li.

Just when all the cultivators were looking coldly at the arrival of the Mulan people with hostility, in the distant horizon, brilliance flashed again, and hundreds of escape lights suddenly appeared there, flying towards here.

"It's the people from the Ghost Spirit Sect!" Someone immediately recognized the origin of these escape lights and shouted in a low voice.

The gazes that were originally watching the Mulan Dharma Masters instantly looked towards the sky.

Han Li snorted coldly in his heart, his gaze flickering uncertainly.

The speed of these escape lights was not fast, and they flew unhurriedly to the sky above the valley entrance, then landed at a distance of more than a hundred zhang from the entrance.

After the brilliance faded, more than a hundred black-robed cultivators appeared, all of whom were Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators. And the three leading cultivators standing in front of the crowd attracted Han Li's attention.

The cultivator on the far left of these three, Han Li recognized him clearly. It was none other than Wang Wang Tiangu of the Ghost Spirit Sect.

Han Li's heart stirred, and his gaze swept across. Sure enough, he found Wang Chan and Yan Yan Ru Yan in the crowd.

Wang Chan appeared to have all his limbs intact, and everything seemed normal. As for Yan Yan Ru Yan beside him, her expression seemed not very good, slightly haggard.

"Could it be that the Yin Demon Slash back then did not cause him serious injury? Or did he reattach his severed limbs, and it's just impossible to tell?" Han Li's brain turned rapidly, and two unverified answers immediately emerged.

However, with Han Li's current cultivation base and reputation, Wang Chan could no longer pose a threat to him. So, as his gaze shifted, it fell back onto the other two Nascent Soul cultivators at the head.

The cultivator in the middle was a middle-aged man wearing a wide black robe with a gloomy and fierce face. There was an extraordinary majestic aura in his expression, and at a glance, one could tell he was a person who held great power and often issued orders.

On the right was a pale-faced old man with white hair and beard, but his eagle eyes were flashing with sharp light, and his body was filled with thick baleful energy.

Both of these people were Nascent Soul cultivators, but their faces were very unfamiliar, and they should not have participated in the border war. But the old man was already at the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation base, which made Han Li take a few more looks.

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