Hearing Nie Feng's words, everyone was in a terrible mood. They immediately dispersed and searched the valley.

Moments later, the crowd returned.

"In this valley, there are four corpses, three of them are from the celestial gods, and the other one is an old man, who should be the saint of the valley. Mo Wugui whispered, reporting the information he had received.

Yanxiu nodded and said, "Apart from the celestial gods, I also felt the cold smell of autumn night, which was not long after. I guess it is very likely that not long ago, the celestial gods and the cold autumn night jointly broke the valley and took away...