He Changsheng glanced at him and said with a smile, "The trial ground is not as dangerous as you think. As long as you act within your ability and don't try to be too aggressive, you generally won't be in danger of losing your life."

Chu Kuang was about to continue asking questions, but was interrupted by He Changsheng:

"Now is not the time to talk. It's not too late to talk about it later."

I should have given them a life card at the beginning, so that they wouldn't complain all the way.

They are all so old, but they are not steady at all. They are really trying to cultivate themselves to the point of being dogs.

Chu Kuang showed a helpless expression, indicating that he had tried his best.

Seeing this, everyone had no choice but to give up. What He Changsheng had just said made them feel a lot more at ease.

Not long.

After flying on the sword all the way, He Changsheng saw the steep cliff getting closer and closer to him. He Changsheng's face lit up with joy. It seemed that the Treasure Refining Cliff was not far away. Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner according to the supposed trajectory.

The surroundings were silent, especially with the thick night, it seemed even more lonely. It was obvious that few monks came here.

He Changsheng floated into the air and slowly fell down.

Chu Kuang smiled, representing everyone's opinion, and spoke slowly, "Fellow Daoist, this place is the Refining Treasure Cliff. It is said to be the end of the Yaochi Fairyland. The bottom of this cliff is known as the Death Place. No matter who enters, their cultivation will be imprisoned and become no different from ordinary people. It is extremely dangerous. Could it be that the trial place you mentioned is here?"

He Changsheng nodded slightly and asked, "Do you have any fire starters?"

Although he collected some dry wood along the way, this thing was not as useful as a tinderbox. If he couldn't light the fire when he got downstairs, it would be embarrassing.

Drilling wood to make fire?

He is not good at this thing, and he also rejects it in his heart.

Before, when he was in the suburbs of Le'an, he was too lazy to waste time turning back.

But it's not a big deal, just a little troublesome. With so many helpers present, he won't need to do it himself.

After He Changsheng finished saying this, everyone present couldn't help but look at each other. With their level of cultivation, there was no need for a thing like a fire stick used by mortals.

"Fellow Daoist... this fire starter is completely unnecessary. Although it's dark at the bottom of the cliff and our cultivation will be restricted, as a Divine Transformation cultivator, even if we lose our cultivation, we still have extraordinary perception of the outside world."

He Changsheng glanced at him and explained calmly, "At the bottom of this cliff, there's a strange insect called the Fire Turtle. Fire has a natural inhibitory effect on it."

Although these are just minor details, they are related to the overall situation and there can be no mistakes.

Everyone suddenly understood, and Chu Kuang praised: "Daoyou have great foresight. It is our honor to follow you."

Although the person in front of them was difficult to deal with, the other party's preparedness and confidence made them feel inexplicably at ease.

At this moment, a weak voice suddenly rang out: "Master, I have a fire starter here..."

"Take the fire starter out of the storage ring and hold it in your hand. Once you get down there, the storage ring won't be usable." He Changsheng's expression eased. This would save a lot of trouble.

He is truly a good disciple of his master, helping him solve problems at critical moments.

And at this time.

He Changsheng also noticed that there was something strange about Yun Fei. His face looked very rosy, and his body was strengthening silently. It seemed that the power of the Demon Saint was taking effect.

The time spent on the road this time was relatively short, so Yun Fei's physical improvement is still in its initial stages and is far from reaching the strength of the Nascent Soul stage. I don't know whether he will continue to improve after entering the deadly place.

Before that.

Of course, He Changsheng would not forget to retrieve his own magic sword, which was at least a killing weapon of the Xuanqi level.

With a thought, he immediately knew the exact location of the magic sword.

He went deeper into the cliff and walked for dozens of steps. He saw layers of bluestone steps leading up to a stone platform with strange patterns carved on it.

He had no idea what these patterns represented, and then he was lying on the stone platform, with only the hilt of the sword exposed.

Chu Kuang said softly, "This is the legendary magic sword. Ever since the Yaochi Fairyland appeared in the world, countless cultivators throughout history have tried to pull out the magic sword, but no one has been able to shake it even a little. Over time, no one has come to try again."

He Changsheng nodded slightly. He couldn't figure out what the trick was. If Ye Chen could pull up the magic sword, he could also use it.

Maybe... it's fate?

Of course, it may also be related to the sword spirit in the magic sword.

Mysterious weapons have spirits, and the magic sword is no exception.

"Since you're here, why not give it a try? Honestly, I've tried this several times in my youth, at different stages of my cultivation."

He Changsheng pointed at the stone platform and asked, "Do you know the secret of the strange mural on this stone platform?"

The object depicted in the mural in front of him had a human form, but it was definitely not a human. His eyes were as sharp as lightning, and his expression seemed extremely empty. He had no nose or mouth, and his whole body was emitting a black light. He was floating in the void, holding the magic sword in front of him.

"The origin of this mural, like the origin of the Yaochi Fairyland, is an unsolved mystery in the world of immortal cultivation. Fellow Daoist, do you think the figure in the mural resembles a demon? This is also the origin of the name of the Demon Sword."

He Changsheng nodded slightly, which means that the magic sword may not be called the magic sword, it should have other names.

He changed his mind and suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his mind. Instead of wasting time and energy, it would be more effective to wait until he met the Goddess of Yao Chi and ask her directly.

He Changsheng shook his head and walked towards the magic sword.

The people present did not show any expectations, and they certainly did not think that He Changsheng could draw the sword.

When He Changsheng touched the hilt of the sword, he felt his heart tremble. This feeling was very mysterious, as if there was a vague connection between him and the magic sword.

If we describe it as blood connection, it seems to be more appropriate.

Immediately following.

He Changsheng gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, seemingly nonchalantly, and just casually pulled it out. As his arm rose, the magic sword gradually revealed its dark blade, emitting bursts of cold light that was shocking.

Hallucination...

This thought flashed through the minds of everyone present.

"I must be dreaming..." Chu Kuang murmured.

Not long after, everyone gradually came to their senses. The facts were right before their eyes and they had no choice but to believe it.

A single stone can cause a thousand waves, and the scene before him immediately caused an uproar.

This is too unreasonable!

Over countless years, at least eight thousand monks have tried to pull out this sword, using every possible means.

However……

This treasure that has been sealed for countless years finally appears in the world in such a simple form.