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This place was still in the city, and it was one of the busiest parts of the city. Most of the residents here had migrated here, so they didn't know much about the legends of Mount Kunlun.

Jiang Muwan planned a few routes, preparing to travel from Xinjiang to Tibet, and finally to explore the mysterious Death Valley.

The next few days, the two of them became more miserable. They changed to all kinds of transportation, and finally arrived at a desolate place from a bustling city.

Shen Qingfeng breathed in a few breaths of fresh air. He felt that although the Spirit Qi here was stronger than his Spirit Mountain, it was limited.

He could not help but feel discouraged. The Dharma Ending Age, had even a sacred place like Mount Kunlun become so unbearable?

In any case, his cultivation had been twice the result and half the effort, so he decided to let go of the matter. It was also a fortunate thing to travel with a beauty like her.

The two of them walked from the grassland to the snowy plains, and from the city to the Gobi Desert, it took them more than ten days.

They had lived in a yurt, and also lived in a herdsman's tent before. In the middle of the bonfire at night, Shen Qingfeng finally kissed his affectionately as he tasted the rouge on his mouth.

Of course, that was all. Both of them were quite traditional.

The local herdsmen were not very knowledgeable, and they categorized many natural phenomena as deities. Their faith was also very pious.

Jiang Muwan was very curious about all kinds of things. The Sony camera's memory card was almost full, she had picked all the pictures inside, but she was not willing to delete the rest.

"Idiot, you're wearing this all day long, aren't you afraid of the cold?"

In the plateau, the temperature difference between day and night was too great, so she wore short-sleeved pants and carried a thin long-sleeved coat with her.

Shen Qingfeng on the other hand, had been wearing this clothes for the past few days.

"How could a martial artist fear the cold?"

The corner of Shen Qingfeng's mouth revealed a faint smile.

If you're afraid of the cold, you can crawl into my embrace.

"Damned scoundrel, big scoundrel!"

Jiang Muwan kicked him as he ran forward while holding his camera.

Shen Qingfeng was at the back, slowly following her.

Suddenly, his smile froze.

He suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, as if an expert was staring at him.

He activated the War God Spell to its limit and calmly continued to walk forward.

"Boundless Sky Sovereign!" Young friend, please wait. "

A balding Daoist appeared behind him, dust in his hand, and a sword on his back.

"Who are you?"

Shen Qingfeng turned around, his expression at a loss.

The Daoist looked at the young man in surprise. He clearly sensed that this young man had a strange aura on his body, so why did he suddenly disappear?

"This Penniless Priest is busy traveling and is unable to make sense of the road at the moment. May I ask little friend if you can reach Hollow Jade Peak by following this path?"

He respectfully wrote the book. It seemed like he was here to ask for directions.

"Yes!" "Within eight kilometers, we shall reach the foot of the Hollow Jade Peak!"

Shen Qingfeng nodded, and even opened up the navigation tool for him to see.

"Thank you! Little friend, you and I are fated to meet by the Dao, so this gift to you is simply too disrespectful! "

The Daoist took out an exquisite wooden tablet, placed it in Shen Qingfeng's hands, and released a trace of pure mana.

Shen Qingfeng was completely unaware of this. First, his face revealed surprise, and then, suspicion.

"You don't need money for this, right? If you want money, I won't buy it. "

"Free... "Free..."

The corner of the Daoist's mouth curled up into a forced smile. This guy, what does he think of me?

Disappointment appeared in his eyes. He had tested the waters just now, but this youth didn't have any true energy. It seemed like he was just an ordinary person. He must have been mistaken.

"The Jade of the Karakorum is about to appear. This kind of treasure will definitely attract the attention of many people. It's going to be a fierce battle between two evenly matched opponents!"

"If a treasure is obtained by destiny, this Dao shall have a share of the spoils."

After bidding farewell, the Daoist man quickly left.

Only after they left far away did Shen Qingfeng let out a breath of air.

"A cultivator of the Tribulation Stage! In the Dharma Ending Age, how did this Taoist manage to accumulate cultivation? "

"Damn it!" You actually are testing my cultivation, how can you see through my War God Spell? "

Cultivators rarely roamed the world. Most of the cultivators in the secular world were dupes. It was rare to see a cultivator in this world. Who would have thought that at the foot of the desolate Mt. Yuxu, he would run into a real person!

When that Taoist used his mana to probe him, he almost lost control of his breath and was about to draw his sword!

As expected of an expert of the Tribulation Stage, he actually managed to see through his inner breathing in that instant. Fortunately, the War God Spell was profound and he managed to fool it in the end.

Otherwise, if they really fought, the other party would be two great realms higher than him. The difference was too great!

"Hey, why are you standing there?"

Seeing that he did not make a move for a long time, Jiang Muwan could only turn around and search for him.

"I just saw you chatting with an old Taoist. What did you say?"

She took out an apple from Shen Qingfeng's bag and placed it in her mouth to bite.

"Oh, nothing. "A beggar. Just now, he was given two packs of biscuits." Shen Qingfeng waved his hand and said casually.

"Hey! We brought so many things, we can't even finish them all. Why don't you give us more? "

"..."

The Daoist man, who was already miles away, suddenly sneezed. He extended his hand and made calculations.

"Strange! Someone is speaking ill of this poor Taoist behind my back, who hates this poor Taoist so much? "

"..."

It took them more than two hours to reach the base of the peak.

Mount Yuxu elevation of 5980 meters, the scenery is beautiful, all year round from the world of mountaineering enthusiasts come to challenge.

Shen Qingfeng looked around, although he did not see the mysterious Daoist Priest, his heart sank a little. He actually discovered a few obscure auras, and was unable to see the specific cultivation realm for a moment.

Since he couldn't see through it at first glance, it proved that his cultivation was much higher than his. At the very least, he was a Qi Cultivating Stage cultivator!

A moment of carelessness could lead to the loss of one's soul, so time spent by a cultivator was extremely precious. If there was nothing else, then she would definitely be hiding in her cave cultivating.

With a large number of cultivators gathering at the Hollow Jade Peak, something must have happened!

"Idiot, you're here to set up your tent!"

"He's here!"

Hearing the call, Shen Qingfeng ran over to help. The two of them worked together and quickly set up the tent.

"We've traveled quite a bit today. Let's first recuperate and gather our strength before starting to climb again tomorrow!"

It was almost afternoon, so Jiang Muwan decided to rest for half a day.

"Alright!"

Shen Qingfeng was a little absent-minded, but he hid it well, so this subtle change in his emotions was not discovered by Muwan.

The two of them made another "sumptuous" lunch, camping on the plateau, first to ensure the heat.