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Under the pheasant phoenix instrument's lead, Xiao Jean and the Qingcheng Sect entered the borders of Hubei Province two days later.

"Isn't this place the Shennongjia?" Seeing that a large expanse of dense primitive forests had appeared in front of him, Sect Leader of Qingcheng City Spiritual Master Qingsong could not help but ask Feng Yi.

Feng Yi nodded her head, "That's right, this place is indeed the Shennongjia."

Hearing the pheasant essence's words, Daoist Master Qing Song's face sank. "pheasant essence, could it be that you are playing with me again? I asked you to lead the way to the Qingqiu Mountain, why are you bringing us there? "

Seeing that Spiritual Master Qingsong's expression changed, Feng Yi said calmly, "It is true that this place is called the Shennongjia. Just that three thousand years ago, there was another name here — — Qingqiu Mountain! "

"What?" This time, even Xiao Jean was shocked. Although Xiao Qian said that he would use the position of the Xuanyuan grave in exchange for the temporary protection of the Qingcheng Sect. But before this, Xiao Jean had not asked Feng Yi where this Xuanyuan grave was.

"Are you saying that the Shennongjia was that Qingqiu Mountain back then?"

"Of course." Perhaps it was because he had returned to his hometown in the pheasant essence bloodline from three thousand years ago, but the expression on Feng Yi's face now was exceptionally relaxed.

All along the way, Xiao Jean and the other Daoists of the Qingcheng Sect were rushing on their way without paying any attention to their surroundings. At this time, Xiao Yue raised his head to look, only to realize that the Shennongjia seemed to be a large patch of primitive forest, however, after using his spirit sense to look carefully, he was still unable to clearly see the situation inside! From where Xiao Yun and the others were now, they could see that the foot of the mountain was in the middle of summer, the foot was in the middle of autumn, and the peak was covered in ice. Red, orange, yellow and green were not enough.

However, Sect Leader of Qingcheng City Spiritual Master Qingsong did not have the mood to appreciate the scenery. Receiving Feng Yi's affirmation, Spiritual Master Qingsong's face did not have the slightest hint of happiness, "If you had told me on Qingcheng that the two of you are actually Shennongjia, why would I need to bring you two along?"

"Daoist Master Qingsong, what you're saying is a bit wrong, right?" Seeing that Daoist Master Qingsong had repeatedly made trouble for Feng Yi, Xiao Lie immediately had a displeased look on his face. At that time, poverty-stricken people made an agreement with the Daoist: "We will bring Qingcheng Sect to find him, he will be in charge of protecting us. Right now, you have just arrived at Qingqiu Mountain, could it be that you want to go back on your words? " As he spoke, Xiao Jean's tone gradually turned cold.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yun was gently pulled by Feng Yi who walked to the front of Spiritual Master Qingsong, "Spiritual Master Qingsong, we also said before that if there was no one to lead the way, you wouldn't even be able to find the true location of the Xuanyuan grave. Now that it is within the boundaries of the Qingqiu Mountain, if you do not believe it, just send your disciples to look around! "

"You!" Sect Leader of Qingcheng City Yi Qingsong had lived for more than a hundred years, but he had never expected that in the end, he would actually become a general of the pheasant phoenix instrument. But since the conversation was started by him, how could Daoist Master Qing Song take down his pride and go beg Feng Yi? Daoist Master Qingsong coldly harrumphed, "I'll look for it then!" There are so many disciples under me, can you still not find a single Xuanyuan grave! "

Saying this, Daoist Master Qing Song had already ordered her disciples to search for the location of the Xuanyuan grave. Seeing the twenty-odd cultivation experts of aurine stage scattered into pieces in an instant, Xiao Xiao and Feng Yi were so happy that they took shelter under a thousand year old ancient tree. As for Spiritual Master Qingsong and Dwarf's stonecrop, they were currently guarding the two of them. It was obvious that they were afraid that the words spoken by the two of them were false.

In the blink of an eye, six hours had passed and the sky gradually darkened. However, the news that the second generation disciple of Qingcheng that was sent out to report had actually caused the face of the Daoist Master Qing Song to become even more unsightly. Twenty five aurine stage experts, after using the "Soaring Land Technique", searched the entire primeval forest of Shennongjia almost every single time in six hours! Unfortunately, up to the twenty-fifth disciple's report, not a single person was able to find anything related to the Xuanyuan grave!

At this moment, the anger in Xiao Jean's heart had almost been released. Furthermore, Xiao Yue knew clearly in his heart that this was not the time to fall out with the Qingcheng Sect. The divine rod lightly poked Feng Yi's right arm and whispered into his ears: "Alright, you have pretty much played this bunch of Qingcheng Daoists all by yourself. Now that the Qingcheng Sect has so many people, you should at least tell Old Taoist Qing Song where the real location of the Xuanyuan grave is! "

Although Feng Yi was angry at the Sect Leader of Qingcheng City, she had never defied the words Xiao Yong said to him. Just as Xiao Yin finished speaking, Feng Yi stood up and took the initiative to walk to Spiritual Master Qingsong's side. "Spiritual Master, there's no need to find me. Without the s secret technique, you would never be able to find the Xuanyuan grave! "

Upon hearing Feng Yi's undisguised words, Spiritual Master Qingsong's complexion instantly turned green and purple, with extreme difficulty. However, Adept Qingsong understood that this matter was of utmost importance. Now was not the time for him to argue with this Diremonster. The old Daoist heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Please lead the way!"

Feng Yi nodded her head in agreement. However, she first made Xiao Jean and a bunch of Qingcheng Daoists walk all the way to a spot that was three meters away from the place where they sat in the thousand year old ancient tree before coming to a stop. You guys follow behind me, first take three laps around the tree to the left, then take two laps around to the right and a half! " Feng Yi's next words puzzled everyone once again.

Only, Daoist Master Qingsong had just been humiliated and wasn't willing to ask any further questions. At that moment, only Dwarf's stonecrop mustered up the courage to step forward and ask: "If what you said is true, why don't you just turn left half a circle?"

Unexpectedly, there was only one cold sentence that Feng Yi responded to Shi Lin with: "This is a secret left behind by the Pterygium back then. If you want to save trouble, then just take a left turn! " After Feng Yi finished speaking, she did not pay any more attention to the Daoists from Qingcheng, and only pulled Xiao Xiao to the left of the thousand year ancient tree.

"Senior Brother Sect Leader …" As an elder of a Qingcheng Sect, when had Shi Lin ever felt this stifled feeling before? The short man then turned to face Adept Qingsong and began to complain.

How could Daoist Master Qingsong possibly have the time to bother if he was angry or not? The Sect Leader of Qingcheng City instructed the second generation disciples in a low voice: "Do as she says, no one is allowed to make the slightest mistake!"

Since the Sect Leader Spirit Master had spoken, the twenty-five Qingcheng disciples naturally did not dare to slight him. Everyone followed Feng Yi's instructions and circled the ancient tree three times to the left and then two and a half times to the right. After all of this was done, a huge fog appeared in front of everyone's eyes. In the next moment, everyone, including Xiao Yue, felt a wave of dizziness. In just a split-second, the scene before everyone's eyes suddenly lit up!

The Shennongjia that they had originally been in was now filled with the fragrance of flowers and birds. This sudden turn of events nearly made Dwarf's stonecrop jump up on the spot, "How can this be? "What is this place?"

"This is the true location of the Qingqiu Mountain that you are looking for!" Unknowingly, Feng Yi had suddenly appeared behind Shi Lin and the pheasant essence casually explained.

Hearing Feng Yi's words, Sect Leader of Qingcheng City's eyes suddenly flashed with a glint of light. Then, Spiritual Master Qingsong asked in a deep voice, "Just now, beside the thousand year ancient tree, did we set up an ancient formation?"

"Ancient formation?" Hearing this, Xiao Liang was immediately shocked. Back then, the old fellow had told Xiao Yue in his dreams: In the ancient times, there was a story about a formation master who created a formation. Some of these formations could secretly change the sun, some could move mountains and overturn the seas. Their divine might was beyond the imagination of ordinary people. The most famous ones were the Nine Heavens Dense Soul Formation, the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation, the Nine Winding River Formation, and the Ten Severing Formation that had been set up during the Conferred God Battle. However, this kind of supreme formation was not tolerated by the heaven and earth. After thousands of years, it had long been lost.

Xiao Yue had never thought that he would actually be able to personally experience the legendary ancient array on this Qingqiu Mountain! Immediately, Xiao Nan asked Feng Yi with an excited expression: "Then what formation did we see just now?"

Xiao Yong's question was exactly what Spiritual Master Qingsong and Dwarf's stonecrop also wanted to know. Unexpectedly, Feng Yi shook her head, "I don't know either. It's just that Pterygium had once said that this array was similar to the one that existed during the war between Yellow Emperor Xuan Yuan and the Nine Li Clan. Our pheasant essence s only know the Arts of the array. "

Hearing Feng Yi's words, Xiao Jin suddenly had an idea, "Could this be the legendary Nine Heavens Fog Soul Formation set up by the Nine Li Clan?"

As if confirming Xiao Jean's thoughts, the scene in front of him underwent a drastic change the moment this thought flashed through his mind! Everyone felt as if there was a flower in front of their eyes, and the beautiful scene from before instantly disappeared. And when it reappeared in front of them, it was still a monstrous fog that covered the sky!

At first, the Daoists of the Qingcheng Sect didn't care, and Daoist Master Green Pine even sent two disciples to investigate the fog. However, just as the two aurine stage disciples who were ordered to investigate entered the fog to investigate,. The next moment, he heard both of them scream out. Their faces turned purple and black as they fell to the ground, dead!

"This fog has poison!" Seeing that, Dwarf's stonecrop immediately roared at Feng Yi in anger and shock.

"This is a miasma, of course it's poisonous!" As the mist grew thicker and thicker, Feng Yi's face did not show any signs of panic.

Upon hearing this, Sect Leader of Qingcheng City Daoist Green Pine was also furious. "Then why didn't you warn me earlier?"

Seeing that the two dwarves were on the verge of going berserk, Xiao Yue quickly stepped forward again to smooth things over, "Daoist Master Qingsong and Clan Elder Shi Lin are already dead, what's the use of getting angry now?" After speaking to here, Xiao Yue suddenly turned around to look at Feng Yi, "Feng Yi, you should have a way to bring everyone out of this miasma, right?"

"This is a treasure left behind by the Pterygium. It can be used to differentiate the direction in this group of miasma. As for this poison miasma, it has never had any effect on our demi-human race, and just now, I did not know that you humans would be afraid of it, so I forgot to remind you all. " In the middle of his words, a palm-sized twin-wheel carriage suddenly appeared in Feng Yi's palm, with a Tong Mu little person standing upright in the middle of the carriage.

"Could this be …" Looking at the weird-looking two-wheeled carriage in Feng Yi's hands, Xiao Jean's body trembled once again, "In the ancient times, there was already a lost bear-type treasure, a southerly trolley?"