Yunli's anger could no longer be suppressed. What the hell, on the one hand, she wanted to rely on them for protection, and on the other hand, she also wanted to make a fortune in silence. This was treating them as a scapegoat!
Xu Yuan still wants to fight for it, but Xu An has seen the situation clearly. They are a party that relies on people to protect them. Even if they reluctantly stay, there are two completely different situations between being interested and not.
What's more, not only Yunli is angry now, Song Qi and others who are also evil cultivators are also dissatisfied with them, and there is no possibility that they will secretly plot something in the middle.
He grabbed his younger brother and bowed: "Let's say goodbye."
After they left, Yunli looked at the others: "I don't need to explain the role of the soul's origin. I never work for free.
I don't care if you independently obtain the soul beads, but if the two of us contribute, we will take a commission. If you agree, you will stay, if you don't agree, you will leave. "
Li Ming from the Phantom Palace immediately said loudly: "I am willing to stay. If I can get out alive, I don't need the soul beads."
The others hesitated for a moment and politely stated that they only wanted to survive on this trip and did not dare to ask for soul beads.
Yunli rolled her eyes at Li Ming. What kind of paper should be rolled? This is how healthy competition is destroyed.
"If you want to survive, you have to show your strength. I won't take the soul beads that belong to you."
The group continued to move forward and stood on the flying sword. Yunli frowned and thought carefully. Logically speaking, unless there is the potential to cultivate ghosts, the souls of living beings will enter the pool of rebirth after death, and it is impossible to form soul beads.
Those ghosts before were very low-level. They were not ghost cultivators and should not have soul beads.
She raised her eyes and looked around. If she guessed correctly, this so-called ghost secret realm was actually a new world of reincarnation, and the pond of rebirth had not yet evolved.
The consciousness of the creatures who died inside dissipates, but the power of the soul and the origin of the soul are still there. The soul origin of low-level creatures is weak and floats away.
But those high-level creatures will not dissipate quickly, and their souls will slowly condense into soul beads.
Wait, this world of reincarnation has not yet connected to the world of living beings. Most of the dead living beings were drawn in from other worlds. Many monks in Canglan Continent were involved.
The spiritual soul of a cultivator is powerful. In this secret realm where the laws of heaven and earth are incomplete, he may still retain his consciousness after death and continue to practice, thus becoming a ghost cultivator.
For ghost cultivators, the origin of the soul is particularly important. Even if only one ghost cultivator is born, in a long time, the low-level ghosts should have been wiped out.
Is it possible that not a single cultivator has successfully converted to ghost cultivation?
She conveyed her conclusion to Wei Lin via voice transmission that this secret realm might be far more dangerous than it seemed.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, the group of people came out of the woods and saw the scene in front of them clearly, and everyone felt chills in their hearts.
There was an open space ahead. In the center of the open space was a circular stone platform with a radius of five feet, with ten corpses placed on it.
Many blood holes were poked into the corpses, and the technique was exquisite to release the blood in their bodies to the maximum extent, and flowed into the pool below along the grooves on the edge of the stone platform.
At this time, the slightly larger pool was already half full of blood.
Yunli's heart tightened slightly, and she secretly comforted herself that An Ran was a Golden Elixir monk, and would have the power to resist even if something unexpected happened.
"They are my disciples from Hehuan Valley!" Song Qi's voice was trembling. These ten corpses were all wearing Hehuan Valley clothes.
She quickly stepped forward to check, and quickly determined that they were indeed Hehuan Valley disciples who had disappeared in the previous few years.
"Who the hell did this!" She yelled with stern eyebrows, but her voice was trembling uncontrollably, it was clear that she was fierce in color but inwardly jealous.
This is obviously man-made. There is a very powerful being in the ghost secret realm. In other words, the ghost secret realm does not involve people randomly, but someone manipulates it and does it deliberately.
What kind of existence would it be like to be able to control the ghost realm?
Yunli's heart sank to the bottom. She didn't know the evil cultivator who had disappeared before, but it was certain that her cousin had lured him out.
There are so many golden elixir monks in the Northern Wilderness, and there are quite a few wandering around outside at that time, so why go to all the trouble to get her into the secret realm?
The person who lured her out was the same person as the person behind the scenes. Is it just a coincidence that she entered here? Or is the purpose of the person behind the scenes lying with her?
Her mind was a mess, and she had a feeling that if she was given a few clues, she would be able to sort it all out.
Wei Lin pushed a corpse away, revealing an arc-shaped blood-red groove. With a thought in his mind, he ordered: "Move the corpses away."
Those grooves looked like some kind of formation pattern. The six people understood his intention and followed his words. They picked up the nearby corpse. Unexpectedly, as soon as the corpse left the stone platform, the muscles of its limbs rotted and fell off, and in the end there was only a pile left. Bones fell to the ground.
Everyone was stunned. At first glance, the blood was fresh and the body looked the same as before. They thought the person had just died not long ago, but now it seems that it was more than a year at least.
Without the covering of corpses, you can clearly see the strange patterns carved on the stone platform, and the bright red blood flows along the grooves, glowing faintly with red light.
After clearing away the blood, you can see that there are also subtle carvings in the grooves. This is an extremely fine formation. Looking at it, Wei Lin suddenly felt that this formation looked familiar.
He raised his hand and pressed softly on the groove, sketching it from beginning to end. The familiar feeling became stronger and stronger, and he felt something strange there.
Seeing that his eyebrows were about to twist into the Chinese character "Chuan", Yunli suggested, "How about taking a look at the pool below?"
"That's fine."
Yunli hurriedly drained the blood pool and cleaned up the blood. "Look, huh? Why is there still blood coming out from underneath?"
She quickly raised her eyes and glanced at the stone platform above. There was no blood left, it was not dripping from it.
Looking at the pool again, a few more drops of blood emerged in this short moment, but she was not dazzled.
Wei Lin's expression changed slightly: "It seems that there is more than one such formation."
He turned away his thoughts and carefully examined the formation patterns at the bottom of the pool. He squatted down and looked at the rocks above from the bottom up.
The formations on the upper and lower sides are obviously a complete set and must be considered together. In the flash of lightning, I finally remembered why the formation looked familiar and why it was so strange.
"This is an inverted sacrificial array, improved from the Qiluo Star Array, turning the stars into blood sacrifices."
"Qiluo Star Formation?" Cheng Yu, the phantom palace maid, is also an formation master. Although he has not learned all the Canglan formations for hundreds of years, he knows 99% of the names of the formations.
She had never heard of the Qiluo Star Formation, and it sounded like it was quite powerful.
Yunli had a thought in her mind and asked via voice transmission: "Ning Wujue's formation?"
"Um."
Yunli was shocked, "The person behind the scenes can't be him, right? It's only been so long, has he grown so fast?"
It has only been more than forty years since Ning Wujue's death, and his cultivation level can't be so fast even on a rocket!
"These are all guesses. Let's check again." Wei Lin stood up and was about to leave. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an abrupt carving under the stone platform.
That was not a carefully carved pattern. One side was deep and the other was shallow. It should have been accidentally scratched by a sharp weapon.
The shape is extremely special and was left behind by Zijin Sword.
(End of chapter)
