After making the decision, Ye Qing concealed his Qi and flew up to Siwang Peak like a ghost.
As soon as I stepped into Zuowang Peak, a cold atmosphere suddenly hit me, a faint mist rolled in, and the mountain road in front of me slowly disappeared.
However, in Ye Qing's sense of magic, the mountain road in front of him still existed, but it was obscured by the fog.
Not only that, the mist seems to have the effect of causing people to hallucinate.
For other people, once they fall into these fogs, they are likely to get lost due to the interference of hallucinations. However, for Ye Qing, it does not have much impact. His demonic thoughts have greater restraint on various hallucinations. effect, so it is not affected at all and continues to sweep away.
After moving forward for a while, Ye Qing paused, suddenly turned around, and looked back.
Behind him, except for the faint mist, there was nothing.
Ye Qing frowned, as if he was a little confused, then turned around and continued moving forward.
However, after walking a certain distance, Ye Qing turned around and looked back inexplicably, but still saw nothing.
"Strange, is it my imagination?"
Ye Qing frowned. The reason why he turned around frequently was because he always felt like there was something following him and looking at him, and there were more than one.
However, he could not see anything in his field of vision, which was strange and inexplicable.
"Maybe it's not an illusion."
There should be a reason for the whim, especially for a great master like him. The feeling in his heart is definitely not without a reason.
Suddenly, Ye Qing seemed to remember something. He turned his wrist and a white, stone-like object appeared in his hand.
Immediately, a small flame appeared on Ye Qing's fingertips, igniting the white blocky object in his hand.
As it was ignited, a wisp of milky white smoke slowly rose, and then an elegant and wonderful fragrance filled the air.
As the clear smoke and strange fragrance spread, a look of shock and fear gradually appeared on Ye Qing's face.
Because right in front of Ye Qing's eyes, eyes appeared, not just one, but densely packed, countless.
Those eyes are like human eyes, but they are black on the outside and white on the inside. They are exactly the opposite of normal human eyes, and are weird and weird.
At this time, those eyes were floating in mid-air, staring at him without blinking. There were scarlet blood and tears, and the corners of the eyes slid down, seeming to reflect the pale and strange faces.
"It is indeed Youtong!"
Ye Qing's heart trembled, and without hesitation, he flew directly to the foot of Zuowang Peak, and as he moved, those eyes followed him.
No matter how fast he went, those eyes always followed him unhurriedly, staring at him.
However, the moment he flew out of Zuowang Peak, those eyes seemed to have lost their target, silently dispersed and disappeared.
However, Ye Qing did not relax his vigilance. Instead, he instantly disappeared and merged with the darkness.
At the same time, a terrifying spiritual force spread from the top of Zuowang Peak, covering an area of several hundred feet.
As his mental power declined, dozens of figures emerged from the clouds and appeared in front of Ye Qing's eyes.
Those people were wearing black robes, with their faces hidden in hoods. Their bodies were cold, their aura was dark, and they were almost lifeless, as if they were dead.
"Search……"
Immediately, one person waved his hand, and the men in black robes immediately dispersed and started searching in and around Zuowang Peak.
After a while, the men in black robes returned, finding nothing.
"You continue to patrol and don't slack off. I will report to the elders."
The man said before, as if the man hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was hard and gloomy,
The other men in black robes did not speak, they just cupped their hands and disappeared into the mist like ghosts.
The man looked around, his eyes under the hood exuding a faint light, fierce and sinister. After a few breaths, the man turned around and left.
Shortly after the man left, the mental power slowly receded.
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However, Ye Qing, who was hiding in the dark, did not show up in a hurry. After about a moment of burning incense, the mist swayed and the man from before reappeared.
Obviously, the man had not left before, but had been hiding in secret.
Seeing that there was nothing unusual, the man actually turned around and left.
Sitting on the top of Wangfeng Peak, there are clouds and mist. Above the clouds and mist, in the sky, there seems to be a huge mausoleum, looming.
After the man arrived at the top of Zuowang Peak. Facing the mausoleum in the sky, he knelt on the ground, bowed to the ground, and kowtowed several times respectfully.
Immediately, I saw clouds and mist gathering on the top of the mountain, condensing into a staircase, connecting the sky and the earth, like a road to the sky.
The man stood up and climbed the stairs of cloud and mist. Every time the man stepped onto a new step, the previous step would disappear.
After crossing ninety-nine cloud and mist stairs, the man passed through the clouds and came to a magnificent mausoleum.
It is said to be a mausoleum, but in fact it is like a huge palace, magnificent and spectacular.
Right in front of the mausoleum stands a huge stone tablet, which is almost as high as the mausoleum. The three words "Kunlun Mausoleum" are engraved on the stone tablet, which gives it an inexplicable sense of grandeur and sacredness.
Under the stone tablet, an old man sat cross-legged. His beard and hair were all white, his bones were ragged, his breathing seemed to be absent, and he was almost lifeless.
"Elder, I didn't find anyone!" The man walked up to the old man and bowed down.
"No?" The old man slowly raised his head, revealing a horrifying face.
I saw that the old man's eyes, mouth, nose, and ears were all sewn together with some kind of red silk thread, which made people shudder.
The old man has no name and his age is unknown, but everyone, even the sect leader of Kunlun, must respectfully address the old man as "Elder Protector of the Tomb".
"Since I didn't find it, forget it. It must be my misunderstanding."
The mouth of the elder protecting the mausoleum was obviously sewn up, but a clear voice came out: "The Xiantao Holy Meeting is about to be held. People from all walks of life are gathering in West Kunlun. Dragons and snakes are mixed together. You must guard Zuowang Peak and don't allow anyone to set foot on it. Wangfeng disturbed the Kunlun Holy Land."
"Go down and tell anyone who breaks into Zuowang Peak without mercy to be killed without mercy!"
"Yes, elder." The man bowed and responded.
"Back off." Elder Huling said.
"Lingyi excuses himself." The man bowed and saluted, then turned and left.
"If You Tong moves strangely, someone must have broken into Zuowang Peak, but Lingyi and the others didn't notice anything, and I didn't sense it either. It's really strange."
After Ling Yi left, the elder protecting the tomb murmured a few words to himself: "Who dares to enter the Kunlun Ruins?"
"For what again?"
"Could it be...that it's for Kunlun Ruins?"
The elder protecting the mausoleum remembered what happened a few days ago. A few days ago, some people secretly inquired about the Kunlun Ruins. Could it be that the people who just broke into the Kunlun Ruins were the same people as those before, and they also came for the Kunlun Ruins?
Thinking of this, the expression of the elder protecting the mausoleum gradually darkened.
Sitting on the Wangfeng Peak, the wind and clouds were surging, lightning flashed and thunder roared.
