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Gu Qingquan looked in that direction, thought for a while, and said: "If I remember correctly, the place that the teacher said should be the Heroic Soul Valley."

"Heroic Soul Valley?" Yang Fan's face changed instantly, and suddenly gloomy: "You mean, is there a cemetery?"

"...Yes." Gu Qingquan noticed that Yang Fan's expression was wrong, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, the pipe in Yang Fan's hand, which had been with him for a long time, suddenly turned into powder and fell from his fingers.

After that, Yang Fan's expression calmed down and said to Tang Anya and others: "You stay here, don't move."

"Yes, Master."

Even Bai Xiaoyu, who was a lively person, felt a palpitation for no reason when he saw Yang Fan's eyes. He became cautious and didn't dare to ask more questions.

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As soon as the voice fell, Yang Fan's figure suddenly disappeared from the original place.

At this moment, he used "Void Transformation" and "Divine Foot Pass" at full strength at the same time, and his speed was incredibly fast.

Even though Gu Qingquan was already a mid-level immortal and had a deep understanding of the way of space, he could only catch a glimpse of Yang Fan's shadow at the moment of his attack, and completely lost the perception of Yang Fan's breath.

His face suddenly showed disbelief.

Then, Gu Qingquan thought of something, his face changed again, and he was about to chase him, but suddenly he paused and looked in another direction.

He saw that in that direction, more than ten powerful cultivation auras that seemed to be able to crush the sky were flying and galloping.

Bai Xiaoyu and others all took a deep breath, because the cultivation of these people, without exception, was all at the level of immortals, even if they were not as good as Gu Qingquan, they were not far behind.

"Is this the foundation of the top forces in the spiritual world..." Tang Anya murmured in her heart, and unknowingly, a layer of goose bumps had appeared on her back.

At the same time, more than a thousand kilometers away

Yang Fan's figure suddenly appeared above a flat canyon.

Looking down, the huge canyon was full of monuments, with white flags fluttering. Under each name, the achievements of the owner of the name were written. Under each monument, a sage who had fought for the Burning Immortal Sect was buried.

His eyes did not stay on these monuments, but looked directly into the depths of the burial ground. The deeper he went, the larger the monuments appeared, and the sparser the arrangement.

Yang Fan's face was as gloomy as water. His figure flashed, and he was about to fly into the depths of the canyon. The space in front of him suddenly froze as if frozen, forming a space barrier, blocking Yang Fan's figure.

"Which peak are you from? Don't you know that you can't trespass into the inner circle of the burial ground?" A hoarse voice sounded, as if it hadn't spoken for a long time.

Immediately, from the depths of the burial ground, an old woman in black clothes and hunched over came out.

The old woman's face was bloodless, her eyes were almost gray, and she was leaning on a black jade cane that was much taller than her. She exuded a cold and sinister aura. At first glance, she looked like a walking corpse.

Looking Yang Fan up and down, the old woman frowned, and her voice was hoarse and cold: "Look at your clothes, aren't you a disciple of my Burning Immortal Sect? With a mere Yuanying stage cultivation, how did you get here by bypassing the patrolling disciples outside?"

"I came here to find someone named Qingcheng." Yang Fan looked at the old woman and said.

"Qingcheng?"

Somewhat beyond Yang Fan's expectation, the old woman's face changed instantly after hearing these two words, and her originally lifeless eyes suddenly became sharp, bursting out with two rays of divine light: "Where did you hear this name?"