Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

In the mysterious and strange place of Netherworld Valley, Lin Fan's team, led by two experienced hunters, Su Tianyu and Ma Xiaosong, tried to find a safe way out.

They had shuttled through dense fog-covered forests countless times and were able to find the exit successfully every time.

However, things seem to be very different this time.

Su Tianyu and Ma Xiaosong relied on their rich experience and intuition to carefully guide the team forward in the dense forest.

They tried their best to avoid areas that seemed to be frequented by ghost cultivators and chose a relatively hidden route.

The trees are towering, blocking out the sky and the sun, and there is a strange smell permeating the dense forest, which is unsettling.

Everyone in the team watched the surroundings nervously, fearing that something unexpected would happen.

Lin Fan held the Qiankun Ax in his hand, his eyes firm, always ready to deal with possible dangers.

However, as time passed, everyone gradually felt something was wrong.

It was supposed to be a short journey, but it seemed like I had walked for a long time without seeing any sign of the exit.

Su Tianyu and Ma Xiaosong also began to feel confused. They had walked through this area many times and had never encountered such a difficult situation.

Finally, when they passed through an area destroyed by the battle again, everyone was surprised to find that this was the place where Lin Fan and Lord Ghost Cultivator had fought just now.

The deep ravines on the ground, the broken branches and leaves scattered around, and the smell of battle that still lingered in the air all reminded them that they were back where they were.

Everyone looked at each other, feeling a little horrified.

Lin Fan's brows furrowed as he realized that some kind of mysterious power might have been deployed by the Ghost Cultivator in the Netherworld Valley, causing them to keep spinning in circles, unable to find a way out.

Su Tianyu and Ma Xiaosong were silent, feeling unprecedented frustration.

As experienced hunters, they had been confident that they could find a way out in any forest, but the strangeness of the Netherworld Valley exceeded their expectations.

Lin Fan stood there quietly, looking around.

He knew that now was not the time to be depressed, they had to find a solution as soon as possible.

He took a deep breath and said to the team: "There must be some unknown force at work in the Netherworld Valley. We must be more careful to find out the laws of this force."

"Maybe we need to try something different."

Jiang Shuiling made a suggestion, her eyes shining with thought.

"Perhaps the ghost cultivators have placed many restrictions in the Netherworld Valley. It may be that these restrictions are affecting our sense of direction."

The team decided to try a different approach to exploration.

They began to observe the surrounding terrain and look for possible clues.

Under the leadership of Lin Fan, they began to move in different directions and distances, trying to break the psychedelic effect of Netherworld Valley.

They moved carefully through the forest, marking their route from time to time to avoid getting lost again.

As time went by, everyone became more and more nervous.

As night falls, the fog in the Netherworld Valley becomes thicker and the line of sight becomes extremely limited.

Lin Fan and his team members lit torches to light the way forward.

Their footsteps echoed in the silent forest, and every sound seemed particularly clear.

"How about we take a break and get something to eat!"

At this moment, Ma Xiaosong felt hungry and hungry.

Ma Xiaosong's words broke the tense atmosphere and made everyone in the team aware of their hunger.

The tension and fear of the battle made them forget time and basic physiological needs, but at this moment, hunger came like a flood.

Everyone took out the remaining dry food from their packages, but it was obviously not enough.

Faced with limited food, everyone seemed helpless.

However, Lin Fan took out two fat yellow sheep from the Chaos Tower and said lightly: "Everyone roast two yellow sheep and eat together!"

This sentence surprised everyone. Their eyes turned to Lin Fan, wondering how he did it.

Under this predicament, being able to come up with two yellow sheep is simply a timely rain.

Only Jiang Shuiling was keenly aware of something unusual. She looked at Lin Fan in surprise: "Storage space?!"

Her voice betrayed shock, but also a hint of admiration.

Lin Fan's reaction to Jiang Shuiling was just a faint smile without any explanation.

He began to direct everyone to light a fire and prepare to roast the sheep.

Everyone moved quickly to find dry firewood and set up a simple grill.

Soon, the flames jumped in the darkness, warming everyone's heart.

During the roasting of the lamb, the atmosphere in the team gradually relaxed.

The warm firelight and the fragrant barbecue made everyone temporarily forget the dangerous environment around them.

Ma Xiaosong and Su Tianyu took turns flipping the lamb to ensure that each side was grilled to perfection.

The aroma of barbecue gradually spreads, making you mouth-watering.

Everyone sat around the fire, each tearing off a piece of golden-roasted mutton and devouring it.

At this moment, everyone finally felt a little relieved.

Although the environment is dangerous and the future is uncertain, at least they can temporarily put down the burden on their hearts and share the tranquility and warmth of this moment.

Jiang Shuiling quietly observed Lin Fan from the side, admiring him even more deeply in her heart.

In the camp in Netherworld Valley, everyone's faces under the firelight showed a rare sense of relaxation and joy, enjoying the warmth and satisfaction brought by the roasted lamb.

However, Lin Fan chose to sit alone, his eyes focused on the three bone swords in his hands.

These three bone swords were captured by Lin Fan in previous battles. They exuded a faint light, as if they contained unknown secrets.

Lin Fan gently stroked the sword body, repeatedly combining and disassembling the three swords, trying to find some clues.

He knew very well that powerful power was often hidden in these extraordinary weapons. As long as the secrets could be unlocked, it might be of great help in the subsequent journey.

While Lin Fan was studying the Bone Vertebral Sword attentively, an inexplicable cold air quietly filled the air.

The mist around the camp began to slowly condense, eventually converging into the outline of a human figure.

The human figure was looming, with an indescribable sense of mystery.

"Give me three bone swords, and I can take you out of the Netherworld Valley."

The sudden sound broke the tranquility of the night and made Lin Fan feel surprised.

Lin Fan looked back and saw that no one else noticed what was happening on his side.

Lin Fan quickly raised his head and stared at the human figure sharply.

The human form was blurry, but Lin Fan felt a sense of familiarity from it.

A flash of memory flashed in his mind - this figure was very similar to the beggar he met in the ancient temple of Xueting Village.