Seeing that the valley covers such a vast area, there must be a lot of gray dolphins to guard against. Burning incense Valley has a lot of skills. It can not only find the gray dolphin, but also domesticate it to guard against it.


    "With my cultivation, there are almost no rivals in this immortal killing world, but today I was defeated in the hands of this little gray dolphin. You will die without regret!"


    Zhang Han couldn''t help laughing at himself, urged the spirit pressure again, caught three gray dolphins hidden nearby and shocked them to death one by one. Only then did he restrain his breath and sneak into the valley.


    At this time, it was dusk. Because the four peaks around the valley were extremely high and steep, blocking the sun, the valley looked quite dark, almost as dark as night.


    Zhang Han went deep into the valley along the winding path. I saw more than a dozen cobblestone paths, large or small, connected to each other, leading to different places.


    The buildings on both sides of the road are majestic and tall, the eaves of the corridor are creeping back, and some eaves and corners are hung with strange animal bones. On the whole, the architectural style is similar to that of the Central Plains, but the details are very different.


    In the middle of the building, there are flowers and trees, red flowers and green trees, which are colorful. They set off each other with green bricks and stones, but they appear extremely harmonious and beautiful.


    At this place, Zhang Han suddenly felt a little confused. Which of the more than a dozen winding roads is the way to the XuanHuo altar?


    "It seems that we can only catch someone and ask."


    Zhang Han stepped on his feet in a flash, turned into a ghost and white shadow, shuttled between the pavilions, and soon found a servant cleaning the road.


    Feeling that there was no one else around, Zhang Han''s body burst up and rushed behind the man like lightning. He pointed to his head, started telepathy, and searched for the position of the xuanhuotan from each other''s memory.


    After completing these, Zhang Han erased the memory in the man''s mind and left here like a ghost.


    "Eh? It''s strange. Why did you suddenly take a nap? Didn''t you have a good rest these days?" when Zhang Han left, the servant stood up again and muttered strangely.


    The path is secluded and surprisingly long and deep.


    As Zhang Han walked along, the surrounding buildings gradually retreated. On both sides were tall trees and lush flowers and plants, floating gently with the breeze, and the shadows of the trees were whirling.


    All the way to the depths of the incense burning Valley, the keen spiritual sense detected the rising hot temperature. However, the dark depths on both sides of the road were filled with Yin and cold gas, which was extremely strange.


    Zhang Hanyi is bold. He is not afraid of ghosts and monsters. His body is flashing. With the naked eye, a white shadow flashes away every tens of meters, which is quite strange.


    Before long, he came to the end of the path, the xuanhuotan.


    "Well, shangguance has been killed by Bai, and I don''t know who is guarding the xuanhuotan now." Zhang Han whispered to himself, and quietly approached the past under the cover of the trees.


    Turning the last corner, it suddenly opened up in front of him. The rolling heat wave came to his face with a little charred smell. Zhang Han almost coughed.


    Looking up, a huge circular altar stands in the center of the open space. The bottom is suspended. Thirteen huge stone pillars nearly ten meters long support the altar. Each stone pillar is as thick as two people hug.


    Further up, the altar as a whole seems to be made of some kind of fiery red strange stone. There are three layers in total. Each layer is tens of meters high. It looks like a huge flame in the shape of an entity, burning into the sky.


    Such a magnificent altar is amazing.


    The closer you are to the altar, the more you feel the hot temperature and rolling heat wave. It seems that the water in the whole body will be evaporated.


    Zhang Han picked up the steps all the way up. At the entrance, both the steps, railings and the walls of the hall were made of strange red stones, which looked very simple and grand.


    Before long, Zhang Han came to the wooden door of the hall on the first floor. He looked a little stunned. The spirit pressure sensed through the wooden door that someone was guarding inside.


    "Who?"


    Hearing the squeak of the door being pushed open, an old man in a gray robe stood up and stared at Zhang Han who came in slowly.


    "Who are you? How dare you break into the important place of XuanHuo altar?"


    The old man''s hair was gray and his hands were printed. A fairy sword like a flame flew out from behind and turned into a red awn.


    Zhang Han stamped his feet gently, and the spiritual pressure in his body was transformed into dark magic, which turned into invisible ripples and rippled in the hall.


    In an instant, the whole hall was incorporated into the mirror space.


    The red ground under my feet suddenly piled up one after another, like countless more layers, constantly rotating and twisting. At the same time, a stone wall nearly one meter thick broke away from the ground and stood up abruptly.


    Bang, a dull sound, the flame fairy sword in the old man''s hand shot directly into the stone wall, but was swallowed by the layers of twisted walls, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.


    "How is that possible?"


    Facing the scene that the immortal sword was swallowed by the stone wall, the old man was shocked. He sacrificed the ChiYan sword for hundreds of years and broke contact with himself! No matter how he encouraged Zhenyuan, he could no longer find the breath of ChiYan sword.


    Until now, the old man was surprised to realize that the cultivation of the newcomer was much higher than himself.


    "You villain, do you know that if you break through the XuanHuo altar, the top and bottom of the incense valley will never let you go!" seeing Zhang Han walking slowly, the old man was fierce and weak, and scolded loudly.


    Zhang Han sneered and said faintly, "you''d better think about how to protect your life. If there are no other moves, die!"


    The last word just came out. Zhang Han''s body flashed and flashed across a distance of tens of meters like lightning. I don''t know when the soul chopping knife was held in his hand, so he waved it.


    A bloody fierce awn quickly cut through the space and came. It was inconspicuous in the hall surrounded by fire red.


    The old man was surprised. He just felt that the other party cut off the mountain and cut off the river. Just wanted to run Zhenyuan and resist the oncoming chop, but his body stagnated. The ground under his feet suddenly turned upside down, and he also turned into his head and feet, falling down along the gravity.


    The old man has practiced Taoism for hundreds of years and has rich experience against the enemy. In the crisis, he burst into a drink and rubbed his hands. A white flame appeared in the palm of his hand. It rose in the wind and turned into a huge flame in a moment, wrapping his body in it.


    Boom!


    The sharp sword bombarded the fire, and suddenly burst into hot waves, echoing in the whole hall.


    The blazing white flame was scattered by the sword, turned into a little white awn, and ran around. The old man gave a cry of pain, and his body involuntarily flew back more than ten meters and fell in the middle of the hall.


    Under the sudden shock, the hall shook gently, but the mysterious runes depicted on the surrounding walls flickered a few times, and the whole hall was quiet again.