Meng Chen followed Zhang Wudao to the Misty Forest. At the entrance there was a stone tablet with the words "Yunwu Valley" engraved on it.

Misty Forest is a description of this place, and Cloud Valley is the real name of this place.

Zhang Wudao stood at the entrance and shouted, "Old Sect Master, the person you are looking for has been brought here!"

Zhang Wudao's voice was very loud, and with the help of his cultivation, it quickly spread into the valley.

"Let him in."

Meng Chen listened for a long time, and finally heard an old voice from inside. To be honest, it sounded a little weak...

Meng Chen looked at Zhang Wudao: "Old man, what do you say?"

Zhang Wudao glanced at Meng Chen sinisterly: "The old master only lets you in, so go by yourself!"

The entrance was on one side of the stone tablet, and on the other side was an ancient pine tree. Meng Chen took a step and walked in.

As soon as Meng Chen entered, he felt a chill coming over him. The icy breath instantly penetrated into his bones, making him, who had just broken through to the late stage of Hedao, shiver involuntarily.

As far as the eye can see, there are old trees standing in a forest, and heavy snow is falling. The white snow covers several hills in the distance. Opposite the entrance, between the old trees, a small path winds its way into the depths of the valley.

There was no one responding, so Meng Chen walked on the snow, leaving a row of deep footprints on it.

After walking for more than half an hour, the path was still there, but the end was not visible. Meng Chen looked up and saw a small house looming in the wind and snow behind the falling snow.

Meng Chen saw this cottage when he just came in, and he kept walking towards the cottage. However, after more than half an hour, he could still only see the cottage from a distance.

If Meng Chen guessed correctly, it was probably the law of space that was used. The other party was able to use the law of space to trap himself, so his attainments in the avenue of space must be better than his own.

Considering his identity, the old patriarch of Yuandao Palace, his cultivation level is at least at the Tribulation Realm. In this case, it is not surprising that he could trap me.

Meng Chen walked for another half an hour, but the distance remained the same, but Meng Chen was unwilling to walk any further.

"Old thing, you don't want to be given a chance, right? Just tell me what you want to do!" Meng Chen shouted angrily.

Spending an hour walking uselessly on the snow was considered a way of giving face to the old master of Yuan Dao Palace. After all, Meng Feiyan and himself were both in Yuan Dao Palace, so it was considered a respect.

But now, the old man hasn't responded at all, so I can't blame myself for this.

After Meng Chen shouted angrily, the snowflakes became more violent, and in a moment they submerged Meng Chen and buried him.

When the snow piled up to his chest, Meng Chen shook his tiger body, and the snow flew everywhere. The snow within a hundred meters was cleared away in an instant.

There was no snowflakes within a hundred meters around Meng Chen's feet.

In the distance, snow-capped peaks were shaking, snow was collapsing, the earth was shaking, and mountains were rising from the ground. After a moment, a huge hand that covered the sky and the sun appeared, and it could shatter the entire valley with one press.

Meng Chen planned to force the old man out, but he didn't expect that the old man was so scary.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, a big hand slapped the snowfield in the distance, causing an even more terrible earthquake. A mountain range broke away from the ground, and when the snow slid off, it could be seen clearly that the mountain range was actually a body.

After the huge avalanche, a body taller than a mountain appeared, with its head reaching into the sky and hidden behind the clouds.

After a moment, two holes appeared in the clouds, and a pair of cloudy eyes appeared behind the holes.

"Qing Xiao? Are you the cultivator who survived the tribulation near the teleportation platform?"

Meng Chen was speechless. He had already come here, but this old man still wanted to ask.

"Yes, I wonder what you want to see me for?" Meng Chen stood tall, without the slightest fear. A huge sound came from behind the clouds, like thunder. As it spread, the clouds were shaken apart, revealing a huge head hidden behind.

He was a Taoist with Tai Chi hair combed and cheeks as dry as old tree bark. He looked down at Meng Chen below, and in his eyes there were countless scenes such as the sun and the moon alternating, the sea drying up and the rocks crumbling.

"Qingxiao, do you know that the thunder tribulation you are going through is the thunder tribulation of annihilation?" The old man's voice was so loud that it even caused the wind and snow.

Meng Chen's face also darkened: "I don't know, and old man, isn't it hard for you to talk like this? Do you really think you are so great?"

"Oh!"

With a loud bang, an inexplicable pressure shattered the clouds and fell down with a loud bang. The wind and snow within dozens of miles around Meng Chen were all cleared away in an instant. Under this huge pressure, Meng Chen's body remained upright, but the ground under his feet sank, forming a huge pit tens of meters deep.

Meng Chen said nothing, just stared at the old man.

No one knew what the old man was thinking. His body quickly shrank and returned to normal, appearing in the pit.

After his body returned to its normal state, snow began to fall heavily from the sky and earth, landing between the two of them.

Meng Chen stared at him, and in the blink of an eye, the old man was already one meter away from him.

Meng Chen frowned slightly, and he did not hide the disgust between his brows at all.

"What do you mean?" After the old man shrank, his voice became hoarse and very unpleasant.

Meng Chen raised his hand and fanned his nose: "The rotten smell of a dying body is unbearable."

A hint of murderous intent flashed across the old man's face, and he said coldly: "It will do you no good to anger me!"

Meng Chen sneered: "My respect is of no benefit to me, right? I am using courtesy before force. Since you are so shameless, why should I bother to please you!"

The terrible scene flashed again in the old man's turbid eyes, and the collapse of mountains and rivers seemed to be just a matter of thought.

"Boy, it's normal for young people to be a little arrogant, but you have to have the qualifications to be arrogant!"

Meng Chen felt like cursing. This old guy called him here but didn't tell him what the matter was. It was so annoying.

"Does it matter whether I have the ability or not? What exactly do you want to do?" Meng Chen shouted angrily.

He had lost all his patience. If he couldn't beat him, he really wanted to go up and slap the old man twice!

The old man's eyes were cold and murderous, "Boy, I will let you know what it means that there is always someone better than you! Let's learn from each other!"

Meng Chen was shocked. If the old man had the intention to kill him, wouldn’t all his plans be ruined?
"Where is Chenima! At your level, if you want to kill me, just say so!"

The old man's face was full of sarcasm: "I thought you could always stay so calm! Don't worry, the sparring I'm talking about is sparring with people of the same realm. I will suppress my cultivation to the middle stage of He Dao!"

Meng Chen's face was full of confusion, watching the old man in front of him whose aura was getting lower and lower until Meng Chen could see that he was in the late stage of Hedao realm.

"Now, you and I are going to compete with each other at the same level, how about that?" The old man's eyes were dim, but the murderous intent in his eyes had not diminished.

Meng Chen was silent for a moment, then asked coldly, "What do you want?"

This old man's behavior is weird, he must have some ulterior motive, unless he is a madman.

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