Fantasy: Create a secret list at the beginning!

After returning to Wanhua Valley, Wanhuarong immediately gathered all the elders and elites of Wanhua Valley.

"Elders, there is now a great opportunity in front of our Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, if we can get it, the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers will definitely rise!"

"Chance, what other chance is there in Wanhua Valley?"

"Yes, we've been here for so long, and I haven't heard of any chance!" "Isn't

it fooling us!" "

No one is stupid, so they naturally know that there is no free lunch in the world."

Chance is often accompanied by crisis.

Therefore, many elders had their eyes flashing and did not answer.

Seeing the expressions of many elders, Wan Huarong secretly cursed.

It's all a bunch of old foxes.

"What if it's a spiritual vein!" In

just six words, dozens of elders of Wanhua Valley roared and directly fried the pot.

"What! It's

a spiritual vein!" "My God, one day of cultivation next to the spiritual vein is equivalent to ten days of cultivation in the outside world, and transcendent sainthood is no longer a dream!" "If there is a spiritual vein cultivation

, I will soon be able to break through the Yuan Infant Stage!" For

a while, many elders became excited.

The stimulation of the spiritual veins was still very strong for them.

"Valley Lord, is the news reliable?" asked

an elder.

"The matter of the spiritual vein is not trivial, but it is impossible for any monk to be indifferent, how do you know!"

Wan Huarong smiled faintly.

"This is what the Lord of the Valley bought at a great deal of money from a senior master!!There will definitely be no mistake!"

The many elders suddenly gasped.

The Lord of Wanhua Valley is the top master of the Transformation Period, and the seniors in her mouth should be so strong.

Is it the Merge

Period, or the Mahayana Period?

It is naturally impossible for such a senior master to lie, and a casual word is enough to make the monk take off on the spot.

The hearts of the elders of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers were hot.

This is a real chance.

"Without further ado, let's go!" Wan

Hua waved his hand.

"By the way, Ghost Old, get some

black dog blood to bring with you!" Ghost Lao was stunned for a moment: "What do you want

black dog blood for?" "It should be useful!" Regarding

Chen Xuan's matter of bringing black dog blood by himself, Wan Huarong was still very puzzled, what can he do with black dog blood, can it be more effective than his own magic and treasures?

Under the leadership of Wan Huarong, the master of Wanhua Valley swept through the mountains and mountains and came to the Black Forest.

This is where the Ghost Sect is located.

The Ghost Sect is a well-known lone wolf sect, which is neither good nor evil, neither good nor evil.

Despised by the righteous way, spurned by the evil way, hiding in the Black Forest, tinkering with some weird things every day.

"According to what the Pavilion Master said that day, the spiritual vein is ten miles west

of the Ghost Gate Sect! Go!" Wan Huarong took the lead, bringing many elders and elite disciples to the Ten Miles of the Ghost Gate Sect.

It was a barren valley, bare, without a single weed.

The elders of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers looked at each other.

Where there are no birds that lay eggs, there will be spiritual veins?

It seems that Wanhuarong Jiucheng was fooled by the so-called predecessors, wasting treasures in vain and buying a loneliness.

Although these elders have already decided that Wanhuarong has been deceived, they are all holding back in their hearts one by one, looking at their noses and noses.

Everyone is a part-time worker, isn't the resources of Wanhua Valley fragrant?

No one will be stupid enough to expose the matter and embarrass Wanhuarong.

Not to mention these elders, even Wan Huarong herself was full of doubts, and she secretly regretted it in her heart.

"Damn, why did I believe that kid so easily, now the treasures are all lost, damn it!"

Although she has begun to regret it in her heart, since she is here, she will also be a dead horse and a live horse doctor.

"Dig for me!" the

people of Wanhua Valley dug slowly.

Ten

zhang, twenty

zhang, fifty zhang!

Fifty zhang was dug up, and there was nothing but some mud and dry bones.

Wan Huarong's face became darker and darker.

"Fooled! I was tricked as a monkey in vain, I want to kill him!" The

ghost old man asked cautiously: "Gu Master, are you still digging?"

"Dig, dig a hundred zhang for me!"

Wanhuarong said viciously.

She was already thinking about how to find Chen Xuan, a magic stick, to settle accounts.

The elders and disciples of Wanhua Valley had no choice but to continue digging.

Eighty-five

zhang! Ninety-five zhang! Ninety-nine zhang! The

ghost old man sighed in his heart, and directly waved his palm, and the powerful aura hit the ground, and suddenly the earth sank, and then the next zhang.

"It's a hundred!" Just

when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly, a white spiritual light surged out of the ground.

"Boom!"

In the loud noise, a white pillar of light rushed into the sky, and countless white spiritual lights fell like a fountain.

Everyone in Wanhua Valley felt that the speed of the spiritual energy in their bodies had suddenly increased tenfold.

"Spirit vein! It's really a spirit vein

!" "I'll go, it's so rich aura, hahahaha

!" "Every mouthful of spiritual energy is ten times that of the outside world, it's gone,

it's gone!" The elders and disciples of Wanhua Valley woke up from their shock.

Some of them kept jumping with their heads in their hands.

Some people lie on the ground like dogs and suck wildly.

Others trembled and screamed.

Wan Huarong was directly stunned.

What Chen Xuan said turned out to be true.

"Goo!"

Wan Huarong, who was still murderous just now, was now excited.

"A man of God

!" "It's a man of God!" Chen

Xuan said ten miles away, that is, ten miles away.

It is said that it is a hundred zhang of excavation, and you can't see the spiritual veins at a distance of one minute.

In an instant, Wan Huarong actually had the urge to bow and worship, and even her eyes were moist.

With the spiritual vein, the rise of Wanhua Valley is expected, and she will also go down in history.

It's exciting just thinking about it.

Fortunately, Wanhuarong's mood was stable, she forcibly held back her excitement and said loudly.

"Quick! Lock the spirit array, lock the spirit veins, don't let the people of the Ghost Sect find

out!" "Obey!" The

elders of Wanhua Valley worked together, played out the magic tricks and treasures, and laid down the lock spirit array.

The Xuan Ao's formation pattern fell in the air, like a big hand, pressing the spewed spiritual veins back to the ground.

Just as the people of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers were relaxing, the spirit veins suddenly rioted, and boundless blood light suddenly rushed out of the white light.

In the blood light, there was a faint sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling, which made people's hearts palpitate.

Several disciples of Wanhua Valley who were relatively close were caught off guard, and they were hit by the blood light, and they immediately let out a terrible scream, and large pieces of flesh and skin fell off their bodies.

In less than a few breaths, it turned into a terrifying skeleton.

"This is......

Thousand Ghost Devouring Soul Array!" "What, is it the evil sect formation that was refined by extracting

the souls of a thousand martial artists in the legend?" "That's the formation, once the Thousand Ghost Devouring Soul Array erupts, the souls of the thousand ghosts will rush out, and they ignore any damage from spiritual energy treasures and specialize in devouring human souls

!" "Ah, doesn't that mean that we're finished!" The

people of Wanhua Valley suddenly looked desperate.