"This corridor... was really opened by those foundation-building seniors?" A monk questioned.
"Yes, why did those seniors in the Foundation Establishment stage not leave any traces of their progress? This is not consistent with common sense! Even the seniors in the Foundation Establishment stage, in this Demonic Spirit Stream, with their strength suppressed, How can this be done?”
Another monk spoke up.
Taoist Chong Ming frowned.
He looked at the restricted layers on both sides and was speechless.
"Fourth Uncle, I also think there is something weird here."
Taoist Chong Ming's niece looked a little solemn and whispered in his ear: "How about we turn back?"
"Nonsense, if we run into any danger when we leave the team, don't we both have to stay here? Then your fourth uncle and I will not be able to take care of ourselves. Who will protect you?" Taoist Chongming heard this and scolded him in a low voice. .
His words made the expressions of the cultivators change for a while.
These days.
There are indeed people who have had the idea of returning to the original route.
But they all gave up because of similar considerations.
The relationship between cultivators is just cooperation.
Therefore, there is no such thing as who orders whom.
Under this situation.
Naturally, no one was willing to return to investigate.
Those who return must bear the risk of being left alone.
The thoughts of all cultivators are similar.
Anyway, with a large army, even if you encounter danger, there will be many people carrying it together. Needless to say, if you can carry it, if you can't carry it, you only need to run faster than your companions, and there is a certain possibility of survival. But if If you leave the army, you have to bear all the risks yourself.
With this idea in mind, all the cultivators have been walking together, but no one has ever explored along the way.
Taoist Chongming's thoughts changed rapidly and his steps stopped abruptly.
"Right now, it is clear that there is a problem with our path. Fellow Taoists, what do you think?" He said coldly.
"This... how about we turn back the way we came?"
As soon as Taoist Chongming finished speaking, a monk spoke.
"Fellow Daoist Wu, what do you think?" Taoist Chong Ming looked at the monk who spoke, then turned to look at the old woman with dark spots on her face.
Taoist Chongming still valued the opinions of the only formation master among the nine of them.
The dark spots on the old woman's face twitched slightly.
With a somewhat wandering gaze, she glanced at the restricted layer aside and smiled sinisterly: "Ah... it's very strange here. Based on my observations over the past few days, these restrictions are undoubtedly following this certain This kind of regular operation operates, and even behind it, there is something secretly controlling it."
"What?"
"This is happening!"
"Could it be those foundation-building seniors?"
"No! What are those foundation-building seniors doing by manipulating these restrictions? Are they teasing us Qi-refining cultivators? There must be another hidden reason behind this matter!"
The monks around him suddenly fell into a commotion.
"Everyone, please be patient! Listen to Fellow Daoist Wu continue!"
Chong Ming Taoist shouted lowly.
Several waves of monks all remained silent.
The old woman surnamed Wu glanced at the cultivators and exhaled deeply: "The situation here is very obvious. We and those senior foundation builders are probably deceived by this secretly manipulating existence. This place restricts the level of The thickness is so high that the number of restrictions placed here is no less than a billion!"
Said.
She took a few steps to one side.
She squinted her eyes and looked at the restrictions there: "There are two types of restrictions here, both of which are ancient restrictions. One of them should be similar to the current fourth-level restriction 'Sea Burial Ban'. This kind of restriction has extremely powerful bans and suppressions." Power, a restriction falls, if we Qi refining cultivators resist forcefully, our bodies will be destroyed in an instant."
The old woman's eyes flashed slightly, with a hint of weird fanaticism.
She calmed down.
"As for this other kind of restriction, it is more complex and sublime. It is also this more complex restriction that ties these layers of restrictions together. Forgive me for my short-sightedness, I have never seen such a restriction."
After the old woman finished speaking, she fell silent.
The cultivators also fell into deathly silence.
Fourth level restriction!
Burial at sea is forbidden!
There is also a more complex and powerful prohibition!
The total number is over one billion!
Those seniors in the foundation building period, they...
What kind of broken restriction layer are you using?
An emotion called panic spread in the hearts of the cultivators.
Even Taoist Chongming is no exception.
"Fellow Daoist Zheng Yu, is what this fellow Daoist Wu said true?"
At this time.
Among the group of monks, the leading male cultivator asked a dull-looking white-haired man a few feet away.
The white-haired man looked coldly.
It seems that no matter how big the deal is, it can't shake his mood.
"I don't know, but these prohibition layers are indeed composed of two ancient prohibitions, and the grades of these two ancient prohibitions are at least third grade or above." The white-haired man's eyes flashed slightly and he said in a low voice, "But There is no need for everyone to panic. It has been almost three months since we entered the Demon Spirit Stream. In a few days, the fake infant seniors from the Five Nations Cultivation Alliance will close the Demon Spirit Stream..."
The white-haired man didn't finish his words.
"Yes! We will be ostracized by then!"
When a monk heard this, his eyes lit up and he interrupted.
"Three months... Fellow Taoist Zheng Yu, why is it three months?" Beside the white-haired monk, a beautiful female cultivator asked.
The other monks are also aware of this.
The eyes of all the cultivators were focused on the cultivator named Zheng Yu.
"Xin remembered it! According to a classic record of the Xin family about the Demon Spirit Stream, once the Demon Spirit Stream is opened for more than three months, the entrance will become unstable. Before that, Zhongsun Senior Li will definitely close this Demon Spirit Stream!" A male cultivator with a gray mole on the bridge of his nose first showed a look of contemplation, and then spoke in sudden realization.
"That's true."
The old woman named Wu nodded.
"This Demonic Spirit Stream is originally a secret realm that flew from the sky. It has many restrictions. Once it is opened for more than three months, it will cause a catastrophe. The seniors of the False Infant Realm of the Five Nations Cultivation Alliance should not fail to take this into consideration. .”
Her blackened lips opened and closed, and the dark spots on her face trembled.
…
The body and core of Netherworld Guizhi.
There is no flesh-and-blood material here, but it is very empty.
In the empty space.
A human-shaped black shadow is twisting.
This dark silhouette of a human being is constantly twisting and deforming, with its lower body embedded in a crimson Ganoderma lucidum that is several feet in size.
His mouth kept roaring.
Struggling desperately to get away from the red Ganoderma lucidum.
On top of the crimson Ganoderma lucidum, there is a very rich red mist with a sense of death, floating upward.
This red mist with a meaning of death, like billowing smoke, turned into a red smoke column dozens of feet thick, standing at the core of Netherworld Guizhi's body. In this empty space, it poured directly into the sky above.
With the infusion of this crimson smoke column.
The red mist above the sky became thicker and thicker.
Through the red mist between the sky, it can be seen that the black fruits are shaking violently.
Every time the human-shaped black figure struggled, the black fruits above shook violently.
It seemed that something was being pulled away from the clusters of black fruits. Soon, several clusters of smaller black fruits turned into black air with a pop and dispersed. The black air they turned into was blown away by the black energy. The red mist quickly swallowed and submerged, disappearing invisible.
The moment these groups of slightly smaller black fruits turned into black energy and dispersed, huge pitiful howls sounded one after another.
Immediately, these groups of black fruits turned into black air and dispersed.
The black figure of the human figure once again pulled out a small section of the body from the red Ganoderma lucidum. The dark face with no facial features actually showed a bit of excitement, and even the roaring voice became louder. A little bigger, as if cheering for...new life.
…
The body and periphery of Netherworld Guizhi.
In the nearly endless viscous flesh and blood.
A tall and straight figure was slowly passing through.
Gu Qing's charred body has completely recovered.
With the golden luster flowing on the bones around him, his injuries recovered extremely quickly.
Especially at this moment, among the sticky flesh and blood around him, there was a trace of red aura, which was constantly flowing into his body, and was swallowed up by the golden luster on his bones as nourishment. The golden luster circulated faster and faster, and the effect it exerted was also It was greatly enhanced, and he could even feel that his body was increasing at an extremely fast speed.
The feeling of heat between the eyebrows became more and more obvious.
What is brewing there seems to be about to burst out of its shell.
An inexplicable feeling of hunger came to Gu Qing's heart.
Gu Qing paused for a moment.
He sensed an unusual fluctuation.
This seemingly unusual fluctuation comes from the space of the stone tablet.
This was the first time he sensed the fluctuations coming from the space of the stone monument. His expression was extremely solemn, and suspicion flashed in his eyes.
"Why does the space of the stele fluctuate at this time? What does this fluctuation mean..." Gu Qing felt the swelling between his eyebrows, as if something was being vacated. At the same time, he sensed that the space of the stele was moving towards his lower abdomen. Position moves.
This is a rather strange feeling.
In just a moment, it was completed.
Gu Qing looked inside his body's Dantian Qi sea.
A misty black light spot, about the size of a fingertip, suddenly appeared in the sea of Qi in his Dantian, above the lake of spiritual power.
Stone monument space!
Gu Qing was extremely sure.
This is his stone monument space!
"The space of the stone tablet has been transferred to the dantian, and even the divine will of the snow has disappeared into my soul..."
He thought to himself.
Why such a change?
Is this change good or bad?
This sudden change is obviously caused by the continuous growth of the golden luster on his bones.
But this should not be the only reason.
Gu Qing remembered the burning feeling between his brows when he was in the cave and escaped from the seemingly real and illusory space.
In that endless scene, a majestic figure with seven golden lines between his eyebrows appeared in his mind.
"Ancient Demon..."
Two words appeared in Gu Qing's mind.
"Based on what Luo Lingrui said, could that cave be the inheritance place of the ancient demon? And I accidentally became the so-called inheritor, which means that I, who received those pictures, could very well be It has been inherited by the ancient demon! Well..." His body trembled, "Since it was that trace of golden blood that fell into the mainland and created these thousands of miles of Demon Spirit Stream, then the entire Demon Spirit Stream is the place of inheritance!"
Think about this.
His heart surged.
soon.
But he secretly smiled bitterly.
It was just a trace of golden blood that crossed the boundless extraterritorial space and fell to the northwest of the Yunmiao Continent. After countless years, what would happen even if he had obtained the inheritance of the ancient demon?
There is no way he can reach heaven in one step!
Correct your mentality and get rid of distracting thoughts.
Gu Qing remembered what happened in the space of the stone monument before. At that time, he concentrated on the golden luster on the bones. Seven days passed in a daze, and the spiritual energy of the entire space of the stone monument was almost sucked away.
"Is it the ancient demon's cultivation method? Bone observation..."
