Chapter 31: The Land of Witchfall (Part 1)

　　 "Oh, the aura outside is thinner than in earlier years."
　　 "I don't know how long it can last outside."
　　 "If the spirit of this world is extinct, we are afraid that we will not have many good days in the secret realm, and the secret realm will depend on this world anyway."
　　 "It's fine if you can't practice without aura, I'm afraid, alas..."
　　 A page of wooden boats carried these fifty or sixty monks swaying between the heavens and the earth, and all the casual cultivators on the deck stopped practicing and spoke some evil words.
　　 Although it is not panic, it also makes people feel a little uneasy.
　　 No one knows how this world will change after the aura dies.
　　 Yang Jian couldn't help thinking about this question when he heard the words, but he did not come to any conclusion after thinking for a long time. The cultivation base was too shallow and the knowledge was insufficient.
　　 The wooden boat traversed the mountains and rivers, swaying for two days, without knowing that it had traveled thousands of miles, and finally reached a desert.
　　 Flying sand and rocks, dunes undulating.
"Everyone," said Murong Yan, the elder of the Broken Sky Immortal Gate with white hair, "you will reach the boundary of the earth in another three hundred miles. Please be prepared. If there are people who cannot enter the secret land because of insufficient cultivation, please wait in place. , But the reward in my door cannot be mentioned."
　　 A few casual practitioners responded immediately:
　　 "Understand!"
　　 "This is natural, let's come out to explore the secret realm, relying on our own abilities!"
　　 "Elder Murong, don't worry, everyone understands the rules."
　　 Yang Jian stood in the corner, waiting there blankly.
　　 In fact, after leaving the Secret Realm Xiaotiandi, most of these casual cultivators have been restrained by the Broken Heaven Immortal Gate.
　　 Not to mention other things, if you were thrown outside by the broken heavenly immortal gate, it would be extremely difficult to return to that small world.
　　Perhaps he broke his leg after running, and I am afraid I can't enter the two doors.
　　 Yang Jian thought a little bit in his heart, but he also needs to pay attention to this problem, not to easily hate Broken Tianxianmen.
Na Murong Yan continued: "There was originally a natural big formation guarding this secret place, but because the aura of heaven and earth gradually became thinner, the big formation couldn't maintain its operation, and it finally collapsed a few days ago. This is the secret place here. Present before the world."
　　 "There are still ten elders in my Broken Heaven Immortal Gate who are going to explore the depths of the secret realm, leaving behind jade symbols, indicating how many treasures are hidden."
　　 "This time, we are going to search for treasures. If you are in danger or encounter someone from another faction, you still need to be cautious."
　　 "Although there is peace in our secret world, in front of the treasures, there must be no one with evil intentions."
　　 Although these remarks are verbose, they are out of good intentions to remind these casual practitioners not to be greedy for treasures and lose their lives.
　　 As soon as Murong Yan's words fell, he heard a casual repairman shout: "Look! The blood cloud in front! We should not go there!"
　　 Everyone looked at it together, and many people took a breath, but Yang Jian, his heart beat with a ‘boom’, showing an inexplicable sense of urgency.
　　 Hundreds of miles away, blood clouds are rolling, blood waves are up to the sky!
　　 That seems to be a sea of ​​blood that suddenly appeared in the world, with waves rolling, raging waves, and more than a dozen huge tornadoes that caught the sky, raging across the world, as if to crush all those close to it!
　　Look carefully again, the blood clouds and waves are all filled with wind and sand, and the resulting "illusion" is not a real sea of ​​blood.
　　 Murong Yan whispered: "It has spread here? It is really a disaster, I am afraid it will harm many mortals near this desert."
　　 Yang Jian heard Murong Yan's whisper, and he also liked this old man who had always been smiling gently.
　　 Ten miles near the blood-stained sandy land, the wooden boat began to shake, and the wind blowing people couldn't open their eyes.
　　 The three elders shot at the same time to stabilize the canoe and land a hundred meters away from the edge of the blood evil spirit, and then put away the flying artifact.
　　 "Everyone, if you can't resist the wind, just wait here! Don't be aggressive!"
　　 Murong Yan shouted, an oval mask appeared around his body, and the breath couldn't move him.
　　 The twelve disciples of the Broken Sky Immortal Sect also followed suit. Obviously, they were all young monks who had successfully built a foundation.
　　The next three elders guarded the twelve disciples before and after, when they stepped into the sand.
　　 Among the casual cultivators, there were people with advanced cultivation skills, who also cast spells in the same way, and followed them closely. Some people took out magical tools like body armor and went forward as well, and half of them entered the casual cultivator.
　　 Yang Jian thought for a while, followed these people and walked in, and still didn't use any protective means, just wrapped the clothes around him.
　　 Watching the wind and sand gradually swallowed Yang Jian's figure, but this young man didn't have the slightest effort to walk, and the rest of these casual cultivators were all excited.
　　 There were even a few San Xiu who walked in front, turning their heads and looking at them, and then took the protection around them.
　　 It doesn't matter if it is closed, but after hearing a few screams, the monks who tried to put away the protection were covered in blood, their robes were broken, and bloodshots were cut out of their skin.
　　 They quickly used the protection, and gave Yang Jian a few venomous glances.
　　 When the people behind met, they hesitated slightly, and decided to give it a try.
　　 But they stepped into the blood evil spirit, and immediately felt that there were thousands of silver needles, scratching them over and over again on their Dao body...
　　 That's sour and refreshing... I just think that Daoshan Hell is nothing but that!
　　 But soon those hard-resistant cultivators discovered that when they were splashed with blood and formed blood scabs, the blood evil spirit would no longer hurt them.
　　 After discovering this way, the rest of the people all followed, but they didn't know how much suffering would the blood of the evil spirit enter the body would cause them to practice in the future.
　　 But who is willing to fall behind?
　　 It’s just that when they went to look at Yang Jian again, they found that Yang Jian’s clothes were actually torn to rags, but there was no trace of blood at all, and most people looked a little more worried.
　　 Yang Jian is indeed hard to resist, and feels that there is no pressure at this level.
　　 "You guys, don't hold on. If you can't stand it, quit!"
　　 The fifteen people walking at the Broken Sky Sword Gate gradually accelerated, and the following casual cultivators also followed suit.
　　 They have never changed their direction. Obviously, as Murong Yan said, ten elders have visited this place before and gave them marks and guidance so that they can get treasures in the past.
　　 Two hours later, they finally reached the first area.
　　 It was a cliff standing in the blood wind. It was bare and without vegetation, but there was a blood-colored mask on the top of the cliff, and there was a coquettish flower in the mask.
　　 "Found it! Bloody seven-leaf clover!"
　　An elder turned his head and shouted: "Everyone, who can pick this grass back, I can get a piece of my broken heavenly immortal gate foundation construction method, ten spirit pills, and twenty spirit stones!"
　　 Those casual cultivators who followed were all moving, eagerly gearing up.
　　 But there were also a few people who looked aside strangely. Somewhat strangely, the young man who was able to withstand the evil spirits on his own, did not know where to go at this time, and he was nowhere to be seen.
　　 In this wind and sand, I can barely see the land a hundred meters away...
　　 "What about the young man?"
　　 "Hmph, maybe he was just trying hard before, I think he is not even angry, maybe he is dead in the background!"
　　 "Oh, it's a pity."
　　 "I'll take this grass!"
　　 Several monks rushed to the bottom of the cliff, fearing that others would take away their own benefits.
However, these casual cultivators did not find out. Just below the top of the cliff, there is a hole buried mostly by wind and sand. In the hole, a pair of eyes that look like a crescent moon, staring coldly at the cliff. These figures underneath.
　　The elder of the Broken Heaven Immortal Gate holding the jade charm smiled coldly.
　　 There is not only a map in this jade talisman, but also a sentence about this place.
　　’Hidden blood snake, cut it to get blood. ’
　　 Obviously, San Xiu has become a bait, and the elder Murong Yan still has a gentle smile on his face, quietly waiting for the change to appear...
　　 Yang Jian slipped away while everyone was attracted by the cliff.
　　 At this moment, he was rushing with all his strength, rushing directly towards the center of this sand, the first center of gravity of the Eight-Nine Profound Art was operating extremely fast, and his spiritual consciousness was also maximized.
　　 ran to a distance of more than ten miles from the cliff, Yang Jian suddenly heard a stern roar of snakes, did not stop under his feet, and headed towards the depths.
　　 He is racing against time.
　　 Broken Tianxianmen first discovered this place, and ten elders had already rushed in.
　　 If his chance is to be preempted by others, wouldn’t he really want to cry without tears?
　　 Even Yang Jian had a subtle hunch in his heart.
　　 Whether he can break through the limit of tens of thousands of kilograms in one arm in the first heavy depends on the result of this trip.
　　 How can we not fight?
　　, I really complied with the previous sentence of "Life and death depends on the heavens, wealth and wealth fight by oneself". There is no benefit of sending it to the door for nothing, and there is no emperor's road without bones.
　　Master said, "If you don't stick to cause and effect, you can be overwhelmed."
　　 But Yang Jian was not born in the ancient times where treasures are everywhere. In this era before he was enshrined in the gods, he did not care about cause and effect. Where did the chance come from?
　　 "Huh..."
　　 Yang Jian took a deep breath. The wind and sand in front of him were getting more and more urgent. He lowered his head and continued to rush forward. Apart from being alert, his eyes were firm.