Chapter 265 Black Stone Valley

Seeing that Song Qingming readily agreed, several Xiaoyao Sect cultivators, including Bai Yunhua, all gave him a friendly smile.

"Since Fellow Daoist Song has agreed, let's set off now without further delay. We will probably be busy again when we get to Black Stone Valley."

The middle-aged man who just spoke exchanged glances with several other fellow disciples and quickly made a decision.

Half an hour later, a black spirit boat passed the side of Guyang Mountain and quickly turned to the east.

In addition to Song Qingming, Bai Yunhua and other four Xiaoyao Sect Law Enforcement Hall deacons, there were three Qi Refining Xiaoyao Sect disciples on the flying spirit boat. They were all blood relatives of the missing disciples who went out with Song Qingze this time.

They were considered as backups for this operation. If Song Qingming couldn't find the missing disciples, he could only work hard on them.

After all, Xiaoyao Sect is the absolute overlord of Wei State. So many disciples have disappeared at once, and their families have come to the door. If they don't give an explanation quickly, if the news spreads, it will definitely affect the reputation of the sect. In order to find out the matter as soon as possible, the Law Enforcement Hall has spent a lot of effort this time.

Everyone took turns to consume mana to drive the spirit boat, and the speed was much faster than usual, and it could reach a thousand miles a day.

Looking at the spirit boat under his feet, Song Qingming was really envious. This is a unique spiritual object in Xiaoyao Sect. In the entire Wei State, except for Xiaoyao Sect cultivators, few outsiders can get this kind of spirit boat.

The spirit boat they took this time was taken out by the middle-aged man from Xiaoyao Sect who was sitting at the back and steering the helm. Brother Wang in Bai Yunhua's mouth could carry ten people at a time, and the flying speed was far faster than that of ordinary foundation-building cultivators flying with swords. The flying boat can not only be used as a means of transportation, but also as a useful magic weapon for chasing and escaping.

Song Qingming has always wanted such a spiritual object since he established his foundation. Unfortunately, just like the high-level puppet beast, the spiritual boat is also an important strategic material in Xiaoyao Sect and is rarely circulated in the market outside.

The cultivators who can own a spiritual boat in Weiguo basically go to other countries to buy it, or those foundation-building cultivators who have made great contributions to Xiaoyao Sect will have the opportunity to exchange one from Xiaoyao Sect.

Whether it is a large market like Yangshanfang or the auction of Bailongshan Tiandan League, Song Qingming has never had the opportunity to see the appearance of such a spiritual object. This is also one of the few regrets after he established his foundation. I don’t know when he will have the opportunity to fulfill his wish.

After the spiritual boat went east for three days, everyone passed through a small market and soon came to a lifeless gray hill.

Looking at the vivid desolate scene below, everyone has guessed that the destination this time should be approaching.

As expected, after flying forward for dozens of miles, the spiritual boat landed on a relatively flat gray ground.

"Everyone, come down and get ready. The Black Stone Valley is ahead."

The speaker was the middle-aged man who was driving the spirit boat. He was also the leader of this mission.

Through the acquaintance of the past few days, Song Qingming has almost understood the situation of these people.

Except for Bai Yunhua, the highest cultivation of the remaining three people is the middle-aged man who leads the team named Wang Mengxiao.

The other two, the older old man, called himself Hu Zhongxing, didn't say a few words along the way. He was a person who liked to be quiet. The younger one was a little shorter, named Yang Cheng, a cultivator from a casual cultivator. This person had very good luck. After joining Xiaoyao Sect, he not only successfully built his foundation, but also became a relatively rare second-level alchemist.

The remaining three Qi Refining cultivators were all Qi Refining disciples of Xiaoyao Sect. They had been sitting with so many foundation-building predecessors these days, but it was a bit hard for them. Until now, they were still a little trembling and dared not speak loudly.

After everyone got off the spiritual boat, Wang Mengxiao directly put away the spiritual boat and led everyone to walk forward for a distance, and came to a canyon where two mountains intersected.

Song Qingming looked around and found that this place was just as recorded in the classics. There was no grass around, and the areas around the two ends of the canyon were all black stones that seemed to have been burned by charcoal fire.

It is rumored that tens of thousands of years ago, this place was a high-level spiritual land with birds singing and flowers blooming. It was only because two great monks in the late Yuanying stage fought a life-and-death battle here for unknown reasons.

As a result, the two fought for several days and nights, but in the end, both sides were injured and neither benefited. They also smashed the spiritual veins here, turning a good place into a dead place of no spirits, and many low-level monks and mortals who did not have time to escape nearby suffered. It can be said that the gain is not worth the loss, and it is also against the way of heaven.

When high-level cultivators fight, low-level cultivators and mortals are often the first to suffer. This is also a very difficult fact to accept in the world of immortal cultivation. In the eyes of high-level cultivators, low-level mortals are like ants, and few high-level cultivators will care about their life and death.

Seeing that the fight between Yuanying-level cultivators can have such great destructive power, Song Qingming really dared not imagine what the scene would be like when the Divine Transformation cultivators took action.

After reaching the valley entrance, Wang Mengxiao stopped first, took out a piece of yellow talisman paper and put it in his hand, and then began to cast a spell until the talisman paper lit up, and then he turned his head and looked at Song Qingming with a smile.

At this time, Song Qingming had already prepared himself. He separated a drop of blood from his body and shot it at the talisman paper in Wang Mengxiao's hand.

After a burst of fire, the talisman paper in Wang Mengxiao's hand slowly turned into ashes, and then a puff of green smoke came out.

"How is it, did Senior Brother Wang find them?"

Wang Mengxiao did not answer immediately, but slowly put away the spell, and then carefully looked at the green smoke rising from the ashes in his hand, and then slowly said: "I have found them. According to the green smoke, they are in the valley."

This blood connection method of Wang Mengxiao is really magical. It is really a useful spell to find Song Qingze who has been missing for several months so quickly. It's a pity that this is someone else's unique secret book. It is really difficult for me to learn it.

According to the green smoke in the ashes in Wang Mengxiao's hand, everyone entered the valley and came to a smaller cave, and slowly walked forward.

In addition to the three Qi Refining cultivators who stayed outside to meet them, Song Qingming also followed them into the cave.

Looking at the narrow cave, and thinking of the dead land near the valley, Song Qingming really couldn't imagine who would build his own cave here.