When the leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect heard this, he just sneered and did not make any response.

At this moment, Wei Wuya glanced in the direction of the peak and said expressionlessly.

"We have been traveling for three consecutive days and two nights since we entered the inner valley. We should be close to our destination now."

"We still need to keep going for a few more days before we get there!"

"Don't worry, Brother Wei. After we climb over this mountain, we will be able to reach that place. There is no need to be too anxious!"

“As long as this succeeds, our Ghost Spirit Sect will surely become the largest sect in the Demonic Path, and the day when Fellow Daoist Wei breaks through to the Spiritual Transformation Stage will be just around the corner.”

The leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect was very respectful to Wei Wuya and explained in a slightly gentle tone.

"Humph! Frankly speaking, I am skeptical about the legend of Lingmiao Garden."

"Perhaps these are just rumors spread by ancient monks."

"If there really is such a mysterious space located at the junction of the spiritual world and the human world, it should have been discovered by other cultivators long ago. How could it have been preserved until now?"

Wei Wuya was silent for a moment, and said this with a hint of sarcasm.

"Since Brother Wei expressed doubts about this, why did you readily agree to join our sect?"

The leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect did not show any surprise, but asked back with interest.

"Fellow Daoist Wang is so serious about this matter that he even took away half of the sect's elites. I believe he is quite confident about this operation in the Fallen Demon Valley."

"I'm afraid that what I'm going to look for next, even if it's not Lingmiao Garden, must be a secret retreat of some ancient monk."

"Now that I know the news, it is my duty to participate."

"You use my prestige to help you intimidate other practitioners who enter the valley, and I share some of the precious treasures. Is this distribution fair and reasonable?"

Wei Wuya thought for a moment and answered directly.

When Wang Yuan, the leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect, heard this, he laughed out loud. His eyes sparkled with excitement, and he said excitedly:

"Haha! Brother Wei is indeed a quick-witted person. Unfortunately, you may not understand the real reason why our sect has gone to such great lengths this time."

"What we are looking for is the real Lingmiao Garden, not an illusory place. In fact, the entire Zhuimo Valley was specially built by ancient monks to maintain and guard Lingmiao Garden."

"You only need to cross the mountain in front of you and travel for a few hours, and then you can witness this miracle with your own eyes."

"When that moment comes, I hope that Brother Wei will actively make efforts to activate this mysterious space that has been sealed for a long time."

Wu Ya was slightly surprised after hearing these words, and his facial expression showed a solemn look. He asked:

"From what Sect Master Wang said, I can tell that you may have evidence that proves the existence of Lingmiao Garden?"

The other party nodded slightly, with an elusive depth in his eyes:

"Indeed, our sect has about a 70 to 80 percent chance of confirming the authenticity of Ling Miao Garden."

"As for what this evidence is, Brother Wei will understand when we reach our destination."

After the middle-aged man in a black robe said this, a mysterious look appeared on his face.

Although his strength was only at the early Nascent Soul stage, he did not show any nervousness or uneasiness when facing Wei Wuya, a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage.

Wei Wuya nodded slightly, his facial expression returned to normal, but deep down he couldn't help but snort coldly.

Even if the leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect spoke in a grandiose manner, he would never believe it easily unless he saw Lingmiao Garden with his own eyes.

However, Wei Wuya did not express these inner thoughts directly. Instead, he smiled indifferently, cleverly changed the subject, and suddenly brought up another matter.

"Since entering the valley, Elder Zhong of your clan has parted ways with us and acted alone."

"It has been a long time, and he has not returned yet. I wonder if Sect Master Wang can tell you where Fellow Daoist Zhong is now?"

"After all, how could your clan allow an elder in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul to wander aimlessly in the Fallen Demon Valley?"

Wang Yuanyi seemed unconcerned about this question and responded with ease:
"Brother Wei, you are joking. In fact, Elder Zhong is heading to another secret location in the valley to look for another precious treasure."

“Of course, although this treasure is priceless, it is undoubtedly insignificant compared to Lingmiao Garden.”

Hearing the other party's frank admission, Wei Wuya could only laugh awkwardly and did not continue to ask. The group fell into silence again and walked silently towards the mountain ahead.

……

In a rugged pile of rocks, six or seven disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect were scattered in various corners, constantly searching for something under some huge rocks.

The old man named Zhong from the Ghost Spirit Sect was quietly floating in the center of the pile of stones, motionless.

Although his spiritual sense was enough to cover a vast area of ​​dozens of miles, he seemed unable to find those specific marks.

Therefore, although he was filled with annoyance, he could only pin his hopes on his disciples to search slowly, like looking for a needle in a haystack.

As night fell, a brilliant glow of light appeared at the exit from deep in the canyon.

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the rays of light suddenly burst forth, and amidst the lightning and thunder, a group of monks rushed out like ferocious beasts.

Leading the group were the young Taoist priest, the old man in green, Tianjing Zhenren, and the great elder of the Yuling Sect, Dongmen Tu.

Behind them were five green-robed monks who were equally listless and even covered in scars. In sharp contrast to them were two evil ghost puppets who followed their master like puppets.

Dongmentu was more than a hundred feet away from the canyon mouth when he stopped and looked back. He caught a glimpse of the evil ghost puppet and exclaimed in amazement:

"Finally, we have broken the restriction and entered the inner valley. Tianjingyou's puppet is incredibly powerful, comparable to a beginner-level peak cultivator. It's really enviable!"

Zhenren Tianjing remained wary of Dongmen Tu. After leaving the valley, he deliberately kept a distance from him and signaled his puppet guards to his left and right.

Seeing this scene, Dongmen Tu showed a brief expression of surprise, then nodded with a wry smile.

"Master Tianjing is very observant. He has been working with me to break the ban for two days, but he still has doubts. Would you consider cooperating again? It is far better to fight alone. I hope you can understand."

Dongmentu sincerely invites you.

Tianjing Zhenren smiled and declined:

"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Dongmen. I prefer to travel alone, and we can talk about joining forces later. Now that I have entered the inner valley, I will take my leave."

Seemingly carefree, but actually keeping a distance cautiously.

Dongmen Tu frowned slightly, then relaxed his brows and said with a smile:

"In that case, I won't force you. I wish Master Tianjing a smooth treasure hunt! Take care, Master Tianjing."

As he watched Tianjing leave, his face suddenly became gloomy.

"This old fox is extremely cautious. After two days of getting along, there is no flaw. With the help of these two puppets, the treasure hunt will be safer." Dongmen Tu sighed with a little regret and patted the spirit beast bag on his waist.

A giant silver bat flew out of the bag and landed steadily.

Dongmen Tu threw out a black pill, and the giant bat swallowed it and turned away.

Dongmen Tu, who witnessed this scene, immediately called the five practitioners behind him, and took the lead by transforming into green light and rushing past. "

"Five members from the Yuling Sect immediately followed closely behind."

"In a flash, all traces of people disappeared from the valley entrance.

"How is the situation? Brother Lu, have you roughly deployed the defense facilities here?"

"Using these extremely powerful formations to completely cover this place, I believe that even if we face a huge crisis, we will be able to deal with it."

"Besides, I think in all likelihood we're just wasting our time."

After inserting the last magic flag in his hand into a corner at the bottom of the pool, Nanlong Hou clapped his hands and said with a wry smile.

"Haha! I would rather spend more time than have any accidents happen."

"If there really is a secret treasure of an ancient monk hidden behind this door, then that would be great."

"However, if this is not the case, then being well prepared is always better than being unprepared. Although I have a strong desire for treasures, I value my own safety more."

Lu Weiying smiled slightly and answered nonchalantly.

Hearing Lu Weiying's answer, Nanlong Hou shook his head and said nothing more.

At this moment, the old man had already placed the last formation plate in his hand and activated the restriction. A layer of faint white light instantly filled the surroundings.

Seeing that his meticulous arrangement was well received, the old man nodded with satisfaction, then turned to face the stone door shining with blood.

Nanlong Hou had been waiting impatiently for a long time. When he saw that the old man had finally completed all the preparations, he unceremoniously took off the storage bag from his waist and threw it upwards.

Immediately afterwards, a silver light suddenly surged out, and a crystal clear skeleton of an ancient cultivator suddenly appeared on the ground.

"This blood curse door is really too strange. In order to break its restrictions, you actually need the essence or flesh and blood of the person who cast the curse as a medium."

"Of course, there is no place to find flesh and blood, but in the remains of this ancient cultivator who passed away, there should still be some cultivator essence left."

Nanlong Hou said in a deep voice, then he opened his mouth and spit out the golden flying sword.

Then, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the ground, and the skeleton immediately floated in the air, reaching a height of five or six feet above the ground.

Nanlong Hou flicked his fingers, and a white spell accurately hit the motionless small sword in front of his chest.

With a buzzing sound, the small sword began to tremble slightly, and the light that suddenly burst out from the tip of the sword was extremely dazzling.

The golden light is shining and dazzling!
Afterwards, the sword light gradually became brighter and finally turned into a golden ball of light.

A moment later, the ball of light transformed from the sword light quickly broke away from the small sword and rushed towards the skeleton in the air. The area below the ball of light exploded instantly.

Countless extremely sharp sword energies intertwined and shuttled, completely devouring the entire skeleton in one fell swoop. In the blink of an eye, bone powder of equal size fell like sand.

There was a gleam of light in Nanlong Hou's eyes, and he waved his sleeves. A golden glow surged out from his sleeves, just enough to sweep up all the translucent bone sand without leaving a trace.

At this time, the golden sword light in the air had gradually dissipated.

Looking at the crystal bone powder tightly wrapped in golden rays of light, Nan Longhou nodded with satisfaction. Then he turned around and glanced at Lu Weiying beside him.

Seeing this, the old man naturally understood Nanlonghou's intention. So he rubbed his hands together without hesitation, and the white snow-white flag appeared in his hands.

With a slight shake, a violent whirlwind suddenly blew up near the French flag.

Nan Longhou then sat down cross-legged, clasped his hands together, and chanted a low incantation. Then, spells of various colors flew out from his hands one after another, all landing on the golden clouds wrapped in bone powder.

Driven by these spells, the golden glow began to slowly roll and rotate.

These translucent powders sparkle with all kinds of spiritual light in the sunset glow, changing unpredictably and appearing exceptionally brilliant and dazzling.

At this moment, the old man named Lu nearby cautiously tried to attack the stone gate.

He was not in a hurry to use the flag in his hand to fight back, but casually raised his right hand. A red light flashed, and several blazing fireballs flew towards the stone gate continuously.

After a few subtle muffled "puff" sounds, several shallow dents appeared on the surface of the stone door.

In front of the stone gate, a red flame ball emitted a scarlet glow and circled continuously.

Suddenly, the red light in the sky gathered towards the center and gradually formed a huge demon face that was ten feet tall, and its shape was exactly the same as the original carved ghost face.

After the devil's face swallowed the fireball easily, it turned into several rays of light and disappeared, and the stone gate returned to its original state.

This scene shocked the old man surnamed Lu, but he quickly waved the loom again and pointed it at the stone gate.

The devil's face reappeared, swallowed up the attacking wind dragon, and disappeared again. The old man and Nanlong Hou looked puzzled and tangled.

"This blood-cursed gate is indeed full of mysteries. The best way is to follow the method of our ancestor Cang Kun to gradually lift the seal."

Nanlong Hou suggested after careful consideration.

Hearing this, Lu Weiying hesitated for a while and then nodded in agreement.

He understood the god in his heart, and when it came to magical powers and Taoism, he was confident that he had many means, but facing the devil's face on the stone gate, he did not dare to try unknown methods easily.

"Let's act!" Nanlong Hou gave an order, and a glow of light burst out from his fingertips, rushing straight towards the stone gate.

In the flash of blood, the devil's face reappeared. The golden glow and bone powder merged into countless light spots, sticking to the devil's face.

The devil's face melted in the light and the stone gate was shrouded in gray fog.

In the gray fog, the sounds of ghosts and wolves howling came one after another, and flashes of blood were seen.

Then, blood-colored tentacles broke through the fog and whipped the ground, and the stone gate seemed to be reborn. However, once the tentacles touched the gray fog, they quickly melted and dissipated.

"The time has come, act!"

Upon seeing this, Marquis Nanlong gave decisive orders.

He controlled the golden sword, formed seals and cast spells, giving it his all.

The golden flying sword turned into a golden rainbow and flew away. The old man looked solemn, injected spiritual power into the flag, and threw it towards the stone gate.

The flag transformed into a wind dragon and attacked the stone gate again. The golden rainbow and the wind dragon entered the gray fog at the same time.

With a loud bang, golden light, blood light, and strong wind intertwined, fused, and then exploded. (End of this chapter)