Chinese comics: meticulously crafted from the goddess of Zhu Xian

Ling Yi has Yan Hong, the master of Fenxiang Valley, with him, so he naturally knows these things.

The night was deep, and the valley, which had just calmed down from the hustle and bustle, seemed particularly deep and quiet.

As Ling Yi's ghostly figure floated on the path of the pavilions in the valley, the world under the dark curtain gradually emerged.

Fenxiang Valley is known as the pillar of the righteousness in the world. Although it usually acts in a low-key manner, it is, after all, a major sect that has been prosperous for eight hundred years. What has gradually emerged along the way is the foundation of this family.

Under the cover of night, there were more than a dozen paths, large and small, connected to each other, spreading out like blood vessels in the human body, going deep into the darkness deep in the Fenxiang Valley.

On both sides of the road are either ordinary disciples' residences or tall and majestic halls. Interspersed among these buildings are mostly flowers, plants and trees, including green bamboos, winter plums, and bright and magnificent peonies. They are grouped together and face each other from afar, blending seamlessly with the surrounding halls, and each has its own flavor.

In the distance, a disciple of Fenxiang Valley was walking towards here. Suddenly, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, as if a ghost flashed on the road ahead leading to the "Xuanhuotan", an important place in the valley. When he looked carefully, he saw nothing.

He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then shook his head, muttered something, and continued walking forward, not taking it to heart.

The path was quiet and the road was unexpectedly long. It was obvious that the place where Uncle Shangguan was was very secluded.

Ling Yi didn't walk far on this road before he could no longer see any other houses around. There were trees, flowers and plants on both sides of the road. The night wind blew, and under the glow of the dim moon in the sky, the shadows of the trees danced, looking like some demons dancing wildly, revealing a hint of weirdness.

Ling Yi walked along the path for a long time, but did not see any forks in the road like he did outside.

It seems that this road leads directly to where Uncle Shangguan is.

Fenxiang Valley covers a very large area, and this path, looking winding, leads to the depths of the valley.

Suddenly, a white square object appeared on the road ahead. Ling Yi fixed his eyes on it and saw that it was a stone tablet with two lines of eight characters engraved on it:

Xuanhuo Important Land

Disciple Stop

After taking a look, he took out an object, which was the "Xuanhuojian".

He was stunned for a moment, thinking of Xiaobai in the Xuanhuo Altar, then he laughed and walked past the stone tablet.

Although the stone tablet looked ordinary, it seemed to be a dividing point. After passing the stone tablet, somehow, although the path still stretched forward in the same winding way, the trees, flowers and plants on both sides of the road were obviously much scarcer.

First, the grass on the ground gradually disappeared, then the low bushes, and finally even the originally lush trees on both sides gradually became sparse.

Not to mention that the ground is beginning to crack, even the few remaining trees have turned yellow and withered. It seems that there is an extreme lack of water in the area and the land has been scorched.

Ling Yi walked along the path and turned the last corner.

Suddenly, a large open space appeared in front of him, and a wave of heat came from nowhere and hit him in the face.

In the center of the open space was a huge circular altar, with its base suspended in the air. Thirteen huge stone pillars made of white jade and three meters high supported the entire altar.

There are twelve white jade pillars on the edge of the altar, each of which is so thick that two people can hug it together. The thickest white jade pillar in the middle of the altar looks like it would take at least five or six people to hug it together.

Above the altar, all the buildings were built with a strange red stone, including the steps and railings.

In the center of the altar stands a tall and majestic hall, shaped like a pagoda with three floors. Each floor is about half the size of the lower floor, but each floor looks almost an incredible ten feet high.

From a distance, this altar looked like a huge ball of burning red flame, piercing the sky.

Ling Yi stood under this altar, almost like an ant, extremely small.

Ling Yi took a deep breath.

The building before us is truly amazing. The four words "miraculous work of nature" are probably well-deserved.

The place before us is the famous place in the legendary Fenxiang Valley - the Xuanhuo Altar.

He calmed himself down, then floated over silently.

Except for the Xuanhuo Altar in front of him, there was nothing else around here, without any cover.

But fortunately, there were no guards around, and he was fast, so he reached the bottom of the Xuanhuo Altar in a blink of an eye.

As soon as you get close to the Xuanhuo Altar, the heat in the air suddenly increases several times.

Fortunately, Ling Yi’s cultivation level was high, so he was not affected at all.

Just as he was wondering whether to climb up to the Xuanhuo Altar next, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from above the Xuanhuo Altar.

Ling Yi took a quick look around, then flew under the Xuanhuo Altar and hid behind a thick white jade pillar.

The footsteps became louder, and it was obvious that someone was walking down. Suddenly, an old voice was heard saying slowly:

"Since the Valley Master has invited me, I will go. But please tell me why those fishmen suddenly became so violent that they even wanted to attack the valley?"

Ling Yi hid in the shadow of the stone pillar and looked out. He saw Li Xun and Yan Hong following an old man in gray, walking down with respectful expressions.

Ling Yi looked in the dark and saw that the old man had a thin and gaunt face, and was dressed in a simple grey robe. He was calm and had a calm demeanor, and there was nothing outstanding about him.

If he were walking on the streets of an ordinary town, I'm afraid no one would be able to recognize that he is a cultivator.

But looking at the expressions of the two people following behind him, not to mention Yan Hong, even the usually arrogant Li Xun seemed to be very respectful to this ordinary old man, and did not dare to show any negligence in his expression and behavior.

Hearing the old man's question, Li Xun hesitated for a moment, then said, "Uncle Master, it's actually because the chief of the fishman barbarians died a violent death, so these monsters went berserk, that's why..."

At this time, the three of them just walked down from the Xuanhuo Altar. The old man in gray frowned and asked calmly, "How did the chief of the fishmen die?"

Li Xun smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Yan Hong said, "Reporting to Uncle Master, the chief of the fishmen was killed by a master sniper less than a mile away from the ancient temple three days ago after meeting Uncle Master Lv Shun at the 'Nameless Ancient Temple' in Hegu Mountain in the north."

The old man in gray said "Huh", obviously a little surprised, and asked: "Who is the murderer?"

Li Xun shook his head and said, "We have been investigating for several days, but still have no clues."

At this point, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then continued, "Originally, this matter should have been reported to Master Uncle long ago, but the Valley Master thought that Master Uncle had been guarding the Xuanhuo Altar for nearly a hundred years and had long since stopped caring about worldly affairs, so he didn't want to disturb Master Uncle."

The grey-clothed old man smiled and said, "I know that the Valley Master has good intentions. If these barbarians were not still useful and I had some reputation when I subdued them, the Valley Master would not want to trouble an old man like me."

Li Xun smiled awkwardly and was about to say something, but the old man in gray seemed unwilling to talk about this topic anymore, so he changed the subject and said, "Wasn't Lu Shun there at the time? It's less than a mile away, couldn't he have found the murderer? Even if he had dug three feet into the ground, he would have found him long ago."

Upon hearing this, Li Xun could not help but exchange a glance with Yan Hong beside him. Yan Hong hesitated for a moment and said softly, "I think the murderer is too cunning and has a high level of Taoism. He fled far away immediately after the successful attack, so even Master Lu could not catch him."

The old man in gray snorted, and didn't say anything else this time. However, disdain was evident in his expression and voice, and he obviously looked down on the "Uncle Master Lu Shun" mentioned by Li Xun and Yan Hong.

The three of them talked as they walked. They had already walked half of the three-meter distance in the open space and were gradually getting farther away from Ling Yi.

Ling Yi walked out slowly.

At this time, I only heard the old man in gray seemed to ask a question from a distance. Because he walked far away, the voice was not clear, but I could vaguely hear that the old man in gray was asking about the current situation of the rebellious fishman barbarians.

Li Xun responded from behind, saying, "The situation has stabilized now. Master Lu led a group of disciples to block the monsters at the entrance of the valley, and used his magical powers to suppress the arrogance of the fishmen. Now the two sides are confronting each other. The fishmen keep saying that they want to avenge their chief, but the valley master doesn't want to completely break off relations with the southern barbarians, so he sent us to ask for Master Lu..."

Chapter 145: Conflict

Just as he said this, suddenly, a sharp howl came from the direction of the distant valley entrance, echoing far away, the sound was extremely shrill.

Everyone present was shocked. Li Xun said in surprise, "It seems that a conflict broke out at the entrance again!"

Before they could react, the sounds of fighting arose again, with angry shouts and sharp howls ringing in the ears. The valley, which had just been quiet, was once again shrouded in the sounds of fighting.

The faces of the three people changed drastically. The old man in gray snorted and waved his sleeves. The whole person suddenly turned into a gray light and soared into the sky, flying towards the entrance of the valley. Li Xun and Yan Hong also hurriedly followed.

Wait until their figures completely disappear in the night.

Ling Yi, who did not want to reveal his identity for the time being, slowly walked out from under the Xuanhuo Altar. After pondering for a moment, he turned around and looked towards the Xuanhuo Altar.

The huge building in front of us stands tall and majestic. Even the white jade pillar next to it looks so tall and majestic in the night, not to mention the red palaces and pavilions above it.

Not far ahead were the stairs that the gray-clothed old man, Li Xun, and Yan Hong had just walked down.

Ling Yi walked towards the stairs, and saw that all the stairs were built with the same strange red stone as the ones higher up, and they blended seamlessly with the surrounding railings and stone slabs.

Ling Yi walked up slowly stepping on it. At this moment, the temperature around him seemed to have risen a lot, as if what he was stepping on was not that kind of red stone, but a real burning flame.

The steps of the Xuanhuo Altar go up thirty-six steps, turn a corner, and continue to extend upwards.

Ling Yi took a deep breath and walked slowly upwards.

The surrounding railings and stone walls are plain and without any carvings, which makes them look particularly simple and ancient.

At this moment, even the wind blowing in the night sky became extremely hot.

Finally, after walking up three levels of 108 steps, Ling Yi arrived at the Xuanhuo Altar.

Even though he had seen the scene here from afar at the foot of the Xuanhuo Altar just now, but now that he was on the Xuanhuo Altar, standing in front of the tall hall that stood in the center of the Xuanhuo Altar, looking at the huge building that was a hundred times taller than himself, looking at the spire that pierced the sky like a sharp sword, Ling Yi still couldn't help but feel insignificant.

The red stone of the same material was cut into huge blocks of equal size, each of which was almost half a person's height, and they were piled up to form a magnificent palace.

Walking closer, in the hot air, Ling Yi could clearly see that the stones were connected so tightly that the gaps in between looked so tight that even a blade could not be inserted.

It is really hard to imagine how the ancestors of Fenxiang Valley built such a magnificent palace.

He even almost had an illusion that what was in front of him was not a palace at all, but a huge burning flame.

Moreover, the flame was so huge that it seemed as if it was about to overwhelm and engulf the tiny self.

Ling Yi took a deep breath, calmed himself, suppressed the shock and admiration in his heart, then turned around and carefully checked the path to the Xuanhuotan Hall.

It took him no effort to find it.

The entire tower-shaped altar did not even have a window. It was completely surrounded by huge red stones. Only at the bottom floor, not far from him, was there a door that was ten feet high and six feet wide.

Ling Yi walked over and soon discovered that although this door was painted red, it was different from the surrounding stone walls and was actually a wooden door.

Come to think of it, if even the entrance and exit were made of heavy stone doors, it would surely be extremely troublesome!

Ling Yi stood in front of the door for a while, but did not push it open immediately. Instead, he turned around and looked back.

The entire Xuanhuo Altar was silent except for the hot air.

"Squeak!"

The next moment, he pushed the door open and walked in.

.............

The entrance to Fenxiang Valley.

At this moment, the blood was flowing like a river. More than a hundred tall and strong barbarians with fish heads and human bodies were screaming and extremely angry. They were holding all kinds of strange weapons, including guns, knives, swords and halberds, and were fighting with the surrounding Fenxiang Valley disciples.

The ground in the field was covered in blood and body parts were everywhere. Among the casualties there were many disciples of Fenxiang Valley, but even more were fishmen.

As for these body parts, I'm afraid they were all chopped off by those brutal fishmen.

However, although the scene was horrifying and the fishmen were extremely ferocious, the situation was that the Fenxiang Valley side gradually suppressed the fishmen, and it seemed that there was still room for maneuver in the Fenxiang Valley. Dozens of disciples with higher Taoism skills formed a semicircle and pressed inwards together.

However, these alien fishmen are extremely ferocious, and their bodies are very different from those of humans. Even if a cultivator was hit by a sword flash from a Fenxiang Valley disciple, he would probably be injured. But these fishmen are extremely strong for some reason, and the people in Fenxiang Valley seem to have received some orders, so they left some room for maneuver.

Except for the sword magic weapons of a few masters, when the magic weapons of other disciples hit the fishmen, at most they would be knocked flying and it would be extremely difficult to see blood.

However, everyone in Fenxiang Valley has practiced Taoism for many years and has a high level of Taoism. In a one-on-one fight, combined with the power of magic weapons, they are still better than these barbarian fishmen.

Secondly, these fishmen were just strong and thick-skinned. The disciples of Fenxiang Valley had a plan for advance and retreat, and from time to time they flew up on their swords and attacked from mid-air, which often gave the fishmen a lot of headaches, but they still had the upper hand.

Among the disciples of Fenxiang Valley, an old man was in charge. He was none other than Lu Shun, whom Ling Yi and Jin Ping'er had met in the ancient temple in the desolate mountains that day.

At this moment, he was seen with a frown on his face, looking extremely ugly, and obviously very angry.

When the fight was fierce, there was a sudden scream. It turned out that a disciple of Fenxiang Valley was careless for a moment and exposed his weakness. A fishman hooked his foot with a weapon that looked like a sickle, dragged him down from mid-air, and fell to the ground.

In a moment, several fishmen from the surrounding area rushed forward, weapons were waving wildly, and he was killed in the blink of an eye, without even his body being intact.

Instantly, the disciples of Fenxiang Valley were in an uproar, and many of them could no longer control themselves. They exerted more strength in their hands, and the flying magic swords in the sky suddenly whistled loudly and attacked in groups.

But after a while, screams of pain were heard one after another, and several fishmen were hacked to death by magic weapons.

However, these fishmen were very ferocious by nature. When they saw the scene of blood flying everywhere, they showed no fear. Instead, they rushed forward to fight frantically, showing no fear of death.

Lu Shun flew into the air with his sword and shouted loudly repeatedly, but no matter whether it was the fishmen or the disciples of Fenxiang Valley, they were all blood-thirsty and no one took his words seriously. They watched as a bigger massacre was about to unfold.

At this moment, the night sky with a lone moon hanging high in the sky suddenly darkened. Lu Shun frowned and looked up at the sky, only to see a group of gray clouds sweeping over.

Lu Shun's expression changed and he couldn't help but snorted.

The gray cloud came so fast that it was right in front of us in the blink of an eye, and its power was growing stronger and stronger. The wind in the air was swirling rapidly, and gradually turned into a tornado with a diameter of several feet. With a sharp sound, it rushed down from the night sky with a "whoosh".

Almost at the same time, all the flowers, plants and trees on the ground were blown outward by the strong wind, and sand and rocks on the ground were flying. The less powerful disciples of Fenxiang Valley and some fishmen were even swept up and thrown out by the strong wind.

Everyone was horrified and before they could react, the tornado had already fallen to the ground. Amid the sharp wind, there were loud "bang bang" sounds, and dozens of fishmen were caught by a giant hand, and were knocked up and flew backwards, falling heavily to the ground.

The fishmen screamed and squeaked, their voices were shrill and unpleasant to the ear, but one could tell they were quite terrified.

The strong wind blew for a while, separating all the fishmen and disciples of Fenxiang Valley, and then it slowly stopped.

The sound of the wind gradually subsided, and the huge gust of wind gradually dissipated, revealing the figure of an old man in gray.

The disciples of Fenxiang Valley were startled, and then they all fell to the ground, saluted to the old man, and said respectfully, "Uncle Shangguan."

At this moment, Lu Shun also slowly fell back to the ground, walked over, glanced at the gray-clothed old man, and the veins on his face jumped. Then he said with a fake smile: "Brother Shangguan, how could such a small matter alarm a big shot like you?"