When Nanlong Hou heard this, he smiled and nodded, and was about to explain.

The white-robed old man in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul suddenly spoke and stated the facts.

"Master Cang Kun didn't die that year, but he was forced to choose to self-destruct his avatar in order to survive. Those who participated in the encirclement and suppression at the time were unaware of this and mistakenly thought that they had killed him and his avatar. After this battle, Master Cang Kun's vitality was greatly damaged and he could no longer regain his prestige."

"So he lived in seclusion for several years, and then quietly left, and there has been no news since then. It was not until my fellow Daoist Nanlong and I found the place where he finally died that we learned the truth from the information he left behind. After Master Cangkun disappeared, he actually ventured into the Fallen Demon Valley and became the only successful survivor."

"Surviving from the Fallen Demon Valley! How can this be possible?"

the old woman exclaimed, her face filled with shock.

Everyone except Nanlong Hou gasped.

They were shocked by the shocking news, but were also trying to figure out its authenticity, and looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment.

"Even if this is true, what does it have to do with Mulan Grassland? Could it be that Master Cangkun hid all the treasures he obtained from the Fallen Demon Valley here?"

The dark-faced monk pondered for a moment and questioned.

"Although what you said is not entirely true, the general direction is correct. According to the information left by Master Cangkun at the place where he fell, he stayed in the Devil Valley for many years and passed away shortly after leaving the valley. It may be due to the recurrence of an old illness, or he suffered a serious injury in the Devil Valley. However, he must have taken away many treasures from the Devil Valley."

"A treasure that could make the former top cultivator salivate must be priceless. Moreover, this cultivator used his own strength to suppress many cultivators, so his secret techniques and magic weapons are naturally extraordinary. Are you willing to take the risk and go to Mulan Grassland?"

Nanlong Hou stroked his beard and said calmly.

"We are a group of Nascent Soul cultivators traveling together. How can ordinary mages resist us? Even if something unexpected happens, we can all do our own thing. If you are concerned about this risk, please leave on your own. The two of us will find other companions. But there is one thing I need to explain."

The old man in white robe added calmly.

After listening to what Nanlong Hou and the old man in white robe said, Wang Tiangu, the old woman and others looked hesitant.

At this time, Chen Yun asked.

"Chen has some questions about this matter. Since you already know the location of the treasure, why do you still invite us to go together, and require the participation of those with strong spiritual awareness? Is the address extremely difficult to find? Or is it related to the opening of the cave?"

Chen Yun calmly expressed the doubts that had been bothering him for a long time.

Nanlong Hou immediately answered: "If we can obtain the treasure alone, we will not want to share it with others. However, when we went to Mulan Grassland to explore the cave last time, although we found its hidden place according to the clues left by Master Cangkun, we encountered a mysterious ancient magic circle."

"Although the two of us tried our best, we still failed to break through the restriction. Since we were in Mulan Grassland, we dared not stay for long. We could only record the characteristics of the magic circle and return to Tiannan to consult relevant books. Only then did we know that this was the long-lost 'Tai Miao Divine Restriction'."

Nan Longhou looked helpless and continued to explain: "The Great Divine Prohibition is one of the ten ancient prohibitions. It is surprising that it appeared here."

Wang Tiangu's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he was quite shocked. Although the others had never heard of the "Tai Miao Shen Ban", they were also shocked when they heard this name.

A hint of surprise flashed across Chen Yun's eyes, but then he returned to normal.

"I've heard that Brother Wang is proficient in formations. Today I see that his reputation is indeed true. He even understands such rare ancient restrictions." Nanlong Hou was slightly surprised. He turned his head and smiled at the old man in white, then praised Wang Tiangu.

Wang Tiangu responded modestly: "Brother Nanlong, you are too kind. I only know its name, but I don't know how to crack it."

Seeing this, the old man in white shirt smiled and took over the topic: "After years of research, the two of us found that there are only two ways to break this restriction: one is to use brute force to wear them down one by one, and the other is to gather eight cultivators with strong spiritual consciousness and use the divine power of spiritual consciousness to break it."

"The former is extremely difficult. This ancient restriction is extremely mysterious. Even if the two of us attack day and night for several months, we may not succeed. The latter only requires that your spiritual consciousness is strong enough to break this formation within a day."

After listening to the narration of the old man in white, many practitioners in the hall finally understood why Nanlong Hou and the old man in white were looking for them.

Perhaps other practitioners at the middle Nascent Soul stage, with their powerful spiritual power, could also help break the restriction before them.

However, the two of them tacitly agreed not to recruit practitioners who were too powerful to join the team, for fear of confusing the priorities.

After all, both of them are at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage. If they fight together, although they cannot guarantee victory over Chen Yun and others, they can still maintain a delicate balance.

This shows that the two of them really put a lot of effort into it.

However, faced with the precious treasures brought from the Demon Valley, all the practitioners in the hall, including Chen Yun, were moved.

Although traveling to the edge of the Mulan grassland is full of unknown risks, as the old man in white said, these risks are insignificant compared to these treasures.

Such a rare opportunity would surely be what other practitioners are looking for.

Therefore, everyone was secretly calculating in their hearts, and after Nanlong Hou asked several times and confirmed that no one had withdrawn, a satisfied smile finally appeared on his face.

"However, before that, I must explain one thing to you. If everything goes well and we really succeed in entering the cave, then the two of us will first choose one of the treasures, and the rest will be divided equally. Do you have any objection to this, fellow Taoists?"

Nanlong Hou put forward his own request.

Wang Tiangu and other practitioners had no objection to the request of Nanlonghou and the other man.

After all, whether considering the two's cultivation strength or their status as initiators, it is reasonable for them to obtain more treasures, and everyone acquiesced to this proposal.

In order to avoid any further complications, everyone decided to act immediately. There was no need to wait for the trade fair to end. After a little preparation, they could set off in two days.

After everyone swore an oath in their hearts not to disclose the matter, they left the place one after another.

However, Chen Yun looked at the confident looks of Nanlong Hou and the other man, and they seemed not to be afraid of other people's conspiracies and tricks.

In fact, the address and method to break the ban are in the hands of these two people. With their wisdom and magical powers, it is really difficult for others to do anything.

These old masters in the Nascent Soul stage have been stuck in the early stage for a long time, so they will naturally not miss any opportunity for a possible breakthrough.

The demon cultivators who sacrificed their lives for the country in the Demon Valley were not ordinary ancient practitioners. It is said that they were also the best among the ancient practitioners at that time.

The skills or elixirs left behind are naturally priceless.

This alone is enough to make Chen Yun and others excited.

……

Lu Luo was very surprised to learn that Chen Yun actually planned to leave in a hurry before the trade fair ended.

However, seeing that Chen Yun had no intention of explaining the reason in detail, he did not continue to ask, but readily agreed to his request. On the last remaining day, Chen Yun did not go out, but sat in meditation in the attic for a whole day.

At the appointed time, Chen Yun calmly left the attic and walked alone towards a hill thousands of miles south of Tiantian City.

When he arrived at his destination, Nanlong Hou and the old man in white were already waiting there, without any followers.

Especially the Marquis of Nanlong, who even changed his original purple robe and jade crown into a light yellow Confucian scholar's attire.

In the next two or three hours, the rest of the practitioners also arrived one after another.

Following Nanlong Hou's order of "departure", a group of seven people quietly left Tiantian City and headed towards the Mulan Grassland in the south.

It turns out that the city of Tiantian, located in the State of Yu, is not the hub area closest to the Mulan grassland.

In fact, the nine neighboring countries are all close to the Mulan grassland, and they are not completely adjacent to each other. There is a loess desert area stretching for thousands of miles in between them.

The area has sparse vegetation and is subject to constant sand erosion and strong winds.

Because of this, it became a battlefield for the Nine-Nation Alliance and the mages to fight each other.

After a long period of time, hundreds of thousands of practitioners have sacrificed their lives on this land.

Whether during formal warfare or in peacetime, this desolate land is filled with a frightening atmosphere of danger.

For various reasons, all kinds of monks and mages wander back and forth on this land. Their purposes are different, some are to rob others of their property, while others are trying to break through the bottleneck of cultivation on the brink of life and death.

However, no matter what their motivations are, the monks who come here must have considerable strength, and their confidence makes them superior to monks of the same level.

Among them, the majority are cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and occasionally one can also see masters at the Golden Core Stage and above competing here.

Whenever these powerful warriors above the Jindan stage appear, the low-level cultivators will quickly hide away for fear that they will be in trouble.

As for the old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage, they usually don't easily get involved in such small-scale conflicts.

Therefore, when Nanlong Hou led Chen Yun and others into this area, no one paid much attention to it. They all regarded this desert as insignificant.

For Chen Yun and others, a journey of thousands of miles can be easily covered in just half a day, so they are not in a hurry to travel, but just maintain a normal speed.

Nanlong Hou and the old man in white shirt were leading the way, Wang Tiangu and three others were in charge of the rear, while Chen Yun and several other companions were flying in the center of the team.

On the way, they met several low-level monks, but ignored them and quietly passed over their heads.

Perhaps it was a coincidence, just when they had been flying in the wilderness for nearly half an hour, the old man in white shirt who was leading the way suddenly stopped with a serious expression.

"Brother Yun, what happened?"

Nanlong Hou asked in surprise.

He and the old man in white shirt took turns releasing their spiritual sense to monitor the surrounding environment, so he asked this question.

"There seems to be a violent storm ahead, something is wrong!"

The old man surnamed Yun narrowed his eyes and answered in a serious tone.

"Storm? Isn't it normal to have wind here?"

Nan Longhou asked doubtfully, and then he also spread his consciousness and explored far away. He knew that the old man in white shirt was not a person who shot without purpose.

Chen Yun and the old ladies in the back heard the conversation between Nanlong Hou and the other man, exchanged glances, and then took action.

Although they had not yet actually set foot on the Mulan Grassland, they remained vigilant. As practitioners with strong spiritual awareness, they knew that personal experience was far better than descriptions by others.

When Chen Yun and others directed their spiritual awareness forward, a look of surprise and doubt appeared on their faces.

"This wind is not behaving abnormally, but there is definitely something wrong. It is definitely not the strong wind brought by ordinary stormy weather!"

The old woman stood there, emitting a dark aura all over her body, releasing her spiritual sense and speaking with a frown.

Wherever Chen Yun's spiritual sense could reach, a yellow storm swept in, reaching a height of over a hundred feet. Wherever it passed, sand and rocks flew, and yellow dust filled the air, just like an evil dragon appearing in the world, emitting a huge evil spirit.

He couldn't help but be shocked!
However, because his spiritual sense was extremely powerful, almost comparable to that of a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, when he and the others' spiritual sense reached a hundred miles away, they could no longer move forward and could only observe from afar.

He activated the Dayan Jue in his body for a moment, concentrated his spiritual consciousness, and went deep into the wind and sand to explore.

However, as soon as his consciousness entered the wind and sand, he felt drowsy and could only vaguely perceive the situation dozens of feet away.

And when he tried to go deeper, the situation remained the same, as if he was in a fog.

While Chen Yun was surprised, he heard the old woman's words. The cold cultivator named You also withdrew his spiritual sense and spoke.

"Indeed, this is the wind magic of the Mulan people! The magicians I have fought with before used this magic called 'Red Dust Ten Thousand Feet'. Once this magic is performed, it can not only block the detection of our monks, but the yellow sand and wind in it also have the magical effect of protecting themselves and trapping the enemy. It is really a headache."

“However, I have never seen such an amazing sight before. It seems to have expanded the scope of spiritual arts by a hundred or even a thousand times. It is quite strange.”

As Nanlong Hou spoke, his expression became even gloomier.

"Mulan people?"

Hearing this name, everyone present couldn't help but change color slightly.

"As Brother Nanlong said, only the magical skills of a sorcerer can create such a shocking storm and sandstorm. Looking closely at the power of such a strong spell, I'm afraid there are many sorcerers hidden among them, and it's not impossible that there may even be practitioners at the same level as us." The elder in white responded in the same serious tone.

"This is really unbelievable! Why would the Mulan tribe suddenly send so many magicians? What exactly do they want to do?" the old woman asked in surprise.

"Mrs. Tai, do you remember when was the last time we reached a ceasefire agreement with the Mulan tribe?" Wang Tiangu suddenly asked with a strange expression.

“It was about a hundred years ago! Brother Wang, do you mean…” After hearing this, the old woman’s face suddenly showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

"More than a hundred years is enough for the Mulan tribe to fully recover." Wang Tiangu said calmly with a mocking smile on his face. (End of this chapter)