"Father, I will."

"The foundation has been built. The next step is to go to Yimo Valley and take back the treasure of our ancestors!"

Su Yunqing stood up slowly.

A ray of cold light left the stone bed and flew around his body, illuminating the stone chamber flickeringly, before stopping in front of him after a moment.

It was a flying sword, about two feet long and as thick as two fingers. The sword body was as smooth as a mirror and green all over, just like a green snake.

Su Yunqing raised his right hand, and the flying sword fell by itself with a light snap, wrapped around his wrist, and gradually darkened, like an ordinary bracelet, and was then covered by the sleeve.

After doing all this, Su Yunqing fell down the cliff along the stream.

Stepping out of the water silently.

The spring breeze blows, and everything is green.

There are many convoys parked at Pingyao Creek, and the sounds of playing and laughing can be heard everywhere.

"Grandfather! Do you think this move of mine can be considered as breaking grass into a sword?"

"Not bad, not bad, you have good understanding..."

"Uncle, don't be fooled! Li Langya practiced secretly last night and applied ointment by himself, but I found out! Uncle, look at this trick of mine..."

When the voice came, Su Yunqing looked over.

It seemed that it was a family out for a spring outing, and two young men were practicing against each other on the grass.

In front of the carriage, an old man with white hair and slightly frosted temples was flipping through a book and instructing two young people.

After a casual glance, Su Yunqing shook his head.

"How can you understand the profoundness of the Way of Immortality with fancy boxing and street fighting skills?"

After saying that, Su Yunqing hid his figure, stepped on the escape light, and went away into the distance.

We had just walked more than ten miles.

Suddenly, Su Yunqing vaguely sensed a faint foundation-building pressure coming from the front.

Su Yunqing stopped with fear in his eyes.

Then a figure was seen rustling out from the dense forest.

As soon as he saw this person, Su Yunqing's eyes lit up and he thought to himself,

"This guy is so handsome!"

So subconsciously, I felt a sense of intimacy and trust.

Taoist Gumu held a whisk in his hand and walked lightly, as if dancing with the wind. He came over gracefully and nodded, "Thank you for your courtesy. I am Taoist Gumu. I heard about Taoism from Jiming Temple. I am a cultivator from the remote world. I see that you are heading to the Partridge Cave. May I ask if we can go together?"

Sensing the warm and mellow magical power of Taoist Gumu, Su Yunqing subconsciously wanted to agree.

After all, Taoist Gumu doesn't look like a bad guy anyway.

However, Su Yunqing finally suppressed the urge in his heart and politely declined, "Forgive me, Daoist friend, I don't like to travel with others. If you don't mind, I have a map and I will give it to you."

After saying that, a jade slip floated out from Su Yunqing's storage bag and landed in front of Taoist Gumu.

Taoist Gu Mu did not get angry when he heard this, but chuckled and said,

"Thank you for your kindness, but I was reckless."

After saying this, Taoist Gumu took the jade slip, said goodbye, and rode away on the wind.

Looking at the Taoist Gumu's back as he left without any hesitation, Su Yunqing's eyes showed emotion.

"If it were him someday, under different circumstances, I would really want to make friends with this kind of Taoist."

After saying that, Su Yunqing also left quickly.

Although there was haze in the mountains, the scenery gradually became brighter as the bright sunshine shone through.

There was a hint of smile in his eyes.

"We will meet again."

…

A beam of green light flew into the three mountains of Qingshitan.

Qingxu Ridge, an unknown mountain somewhere.

The mountain is majestic, with strange peaks rising up all around, faintly connected to form a large formation. Mist and miasma are everywhere, even the soul is subtly affected. The branches and leaves below are graceful and green, which looks quite strange.

If there were any cultivators passing by, they would immediately become alert and realize that there must be cultivators practicing foundation building here, so they would naturally not dare to approach.

Taoist Gumu held a magic mirror in his hand and walked through the hub of the formation with ease. He saw through the psychedelic fog and entered the core of the formation.

The scene when Su Yunqing just broke through the foundation building stage, and even the words he talked to himself, all fell into Li Qinglin's eyes in great detail.

Li Qinglin just wanted to say, brother, you smell so good...

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There is no doubt that Su Yunqing must be a key figure in the Yimo Valley. If you get close to him, you will definitely be able to get many secrets and treasures.

Although he was rejected by Su Yunqing, as long as a good relationship was established, the follow-up matters would naturally proceed easily.

now,

Taoist Gumu went deep into the formation, chanted some magic spells, and merged into the soil.

After a while, the temperature became freezing cold at a depth of a hundred feet.

A broken gate is visible in the distance.

For other cultivators, they have to take a long detour to Partridge Cave, avoid the guarding of the three mountains of Qingshitan, and even make certain exchanges of interests to obtain the qualification to enter Yimo Valley.

But for Taoist Gumu, he was able to sneak in through the back door, which gave him a natural advantage and allowed him to retreat freely.

"The spores are walking. This walking body is made of spiritual plants and is also riding on the blue and green bones. I wonder if it can fight ten people at once and wipe out all the foundation-building monks in the Yimo Valley?"

"It's okay for other people, but the Yuxu Sect's number one true disciple and the Taichu Dao Palace might also send out Daoist disciples. We have to be cautious."

Taoist Gumu pondered for a moment, then without hesitation, he flashed and immediately disappeared into the incomplete gate.

Falling into the calamity zone, the Yimo Valley!

…

Yimo Valley.

In a swamp.

The water ripples, reflecting the sky and the surrounding scenery.

At the end of the swamp, there seemed to be a building, where indigenous people wearing animal skins and with sand-red patterns painted on their faces walked around with offering plates in their hands, as if they were on a pilgrimage and offering something.

But if you look closely, you will find that these are not living people. Under the animal skin, there is a translucent floating black gas, which exudes a cold and evil aura.

The offering plate in hand does not contain any livestock or animals.

But they are bleeding hearts or heads.

This place has clearly been occupied by Mo Shuzi!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Shang Xuan landed on the altar in the swamp. He could only hear a few low howls echoing in the swamp. The clouds and mist covered the surroundings in darkness.

Ji Chang landed behind her, glanced at her, and said, "Junior sister, our identities are those of a group of demon slayers who entered Yimo Valley eight thousand years ago. We were invited by the nearby people to clean up the demons that were growing and spreading.

These demons worship this altar, either there are treasures hidden here, or it is a demon cave where they can practice."

Shang Xuan didn't say much. She swept her soul over the altar and felt a strong demonic energy coming towards her. She pressed her sword forward and waved her left hand to draw a gust of wind, which she blew into the altar with a flick of her finger.

(End of this chapter)