The flying boat moved forward slowly at a very slow speed, and everyone who originally thought it was almost reaching the end couldn't help but become anxious.
What on earth is going on in the front? The speed is like crawling ants. Is it possible that they won't be able to pass the Divine Prison Pass by the time dawn comes? This is too outrageous. No one has ever seen such a tight pass.
Isn't this place in Southern Xinjiang too arrogant?
It's just that this is the only entrance to southern Xinjiang, and besides having spent so much energy to get here, we can't give up halfway?
But this feeling of suppressed waiting is not good, and many disciples feel restless because of it.
"Isn't this speed too slow? What happened ahead?" Someone asked curiously.
"Probably not...the length of stay of each ship is about the same, it should be just a routine process. Be patient, there are many big shots coming with you this time, don't leave a bad impression on them ..." A slightly more steady disciple advised, fearing that these young junior disciples would be too out of the ordinary and disturb the big shots who have never shown their faces so far.
"That's right, there's nothing to be afraid of. With so many True Lords accompanying us, there shouldn't be any problems."
"Hehe, I'm really making a lot of money if I can follow you this time. These are all big people who are rarely seen in ordinary times. Anyone I see on the flying boat these days is a well-known person. It's not in vain that my family has paid so much. It cost a lot to send me here." A young monk who looked very lively not far away couldn't help but sigh.
"Alas, it's a pity that we are just here to provide a foil. The real protagonists are the disciples who have the key to the secret realm. It would be a worthwhile life if we could see the legendary fairyland with our own eyes."
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Since the disciples of the Wuhua Sect came out of the dark mountains and sea, they couldn't help but run to the deck to watch the wind. But they didn't expect that they had to wait for nearly two days before their flying boat reached half of the queue.
Although there were really many visitors, at a glance, a dazzling array of flying boats of different styles filled the entire entrance.
But the efficiency of this checkpoint is too low. Normally when entering someone else's territory, one has to verify certification documents and a list of entourage, etc. However, in the world of cultivation, verification is the simplest thing. How can it take such a long time?
So slow, there must be something else waiting.
Most of the disciples were doing better. At most, they were just full of anxiety and couldn't resolve it. However, some people with arrogant hearts still experienced the extremely arrogant hearts from this land during this trip.
"Why?" True Lord Yanyang frowned. He had also been to southern Xinjiang when he was young. Although the inspections were very strict at that time, they were not of this kind. What has changed?
The disciple who came to report shook his head: "Disciples and others have carefully observed that almost every flying boat takes a lot of time and is not regular. At present, no sect has replied to the letter at this time." Probably no one can. Get in before them.
"Strange...has anyone else gone up?" Zhenjun Yanyang asked.
The disciple naturally knew who his master was referring to. It was not the ordinary disciples above who crowded the entire deck, but whether the uncles and uncles who were accompanying him were on the deck.
Of course not... The masters and uncles accompanying him were each more stable than the other. When he came to report, he didn't even see any disciples running around in the lower room. They are probably all waiting to see what happens, but his master has always been responsible for gathering intelligence and has long sent his disciples to investigate the situation.
"Okay, you go down. Restrain the little ones and don't let them do anything out of the ordinary. Just let them do the rest..."
The disciple was a little confused, but he still understood Zhenjun Yanyang's orders, and quickly and cautiously retreated.
Only True Lord Yanyang was left sitting on the couch with an unpredictable expression, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Oh...it's so slow."
On the second day of "queuing up", the enthusiasm of the disciples' onlookers had subsided, as if they had been hammered hard when their morale was at its highest, and they seemed a little sluggish.
The team was still "slowly" moving forward, only about one-third of the way there, and there were not many disciples left who were climbing on the deck to look from a distance. It has become a good place to enjoy the scenery again.
Ning Xia, Jin Lin and others bypassed the densest crowds and chose this time to take a look at the Divine Prison Valley.
"What, it looks like an ordinary valley..." He Haigong looked at it for a while and said with some disappointment.
Indeed, I don’t know if it’s because the Wanzhangren Mountain that I passed when I came in was so spectacular. This place that looked like an ordinary valley was unexpectedly ordinary. What's more, this place is also called "God's Prison Valley". To name it with the word "god", it should be outstanding no matter how you look at it.
"Ah Hai, have you been fascinated by the hundred-thousand-mile mountain these days? This is still ordinary. I have been to a place in the east known as the strange valley of the world of cultivation before, and it is not as good as the one in front of me. This time again and again Land, this place in southern Xinjiang is truly breathtaking."
Ningxia looked at the canyon in the distance in a daze. In fact, like He Haigong, she had been numb for a long time, and she felt that way. However, the names of this canyon are quite unique... Shenluo Sect, Shenling, and Shenjing Valley. It can be seen that the sects that once stationed here are really in trouble with the gods.
"Junior sister, you... seem to have been out of spirits recently. Are you feeling unwell?" Jin Lin looked at the lost girl and asked worriedly.
Ning Xia responded dully, with a nasal sound in the cold and wet wind, and after a long time she said: "No, it's probably just acclimatization...Is it really so obvious?"
"Junior Sister Ning, don't you realize that you have been looking bad recently and have been lacking in energy. True Lord Yuanheng has caught you making mistakes in your formations several times. This is something that has never happened before."
"Acclimated? Is it really not because of old injuries? If there is any discomfort, you can tell me, or I will take you to Master's place to have a look later."
The other brothers and sisters from the Formation Hall who were accompanying her also helped to speak, as if they believed that she was hiding her illness from the doctor.
"I'm really fine." Ning Xia was a bit dumbfounded. She was lost for a moment and then recovered: "Thank you for your concern. It's really fine. The previous injuries have been healed long ago. Otherwise, Zhenjun Yuanheng would never let me arrive. Here comes..."
"That's true." Jin Lin somewhat agreed. Then he added as if he had thought of something: "I have heard before that there are people who are acclimatized to the environment. It is said that when people go to strange places, they may feel unreasonable discomfort because they are not accustomed to the environment. But we monks also have it. Does it feel like this?"
"What's wrong with monks? Monks can also get cold. I got it, and it almost killed me half of my life..." Ning Xia shook her head, causing everyone to exclaim in anger, and the topic instantly changed.
