The abutment the voice spoke of was not far away. It only took them less than half a quarter of an hour to reach their destination.
You can see it from afar, standing on a high cliff, solitary, like a lonely boat in the ocean, with a hint of loneliness.
The abutment has a simple and grand appearance, and they cannot see everything from the angle they are looking up at. They can only see a circle of carved pillars erected around it, soaring into the sky. They don't know if they are for decoration or have some special function.
From the top of the platform, there are long steps on all sides, each hanging down to the ground. There were so many steps that she could hardly count them at a glance. If she didn't use her spiritual power to hike up, she would probably die of exhaustion.
The sound came suddenly and disappeared after only a few instructions. It seemed that everyone had let go and let everyone run automatically.
In fact, it didn't tell everyone where the central abutment was, but in the end everyone touched it in unison and found this place exactly.
The criteria for finding it are also very simple. The person holding the Ming Bead can detect it just by getting close to it. And if there is no Mingzhu... Naturally, you need to find the place with the most people. The central platform is here. If you catch it, you will almost never make a mistake.
Soon they found the exact location of the abutment. It was incredibly smooth, and there were no accidents along the way... Well, this team led by True Monarch Yuan Heng and equipped with hundreds of monks probably only had the purpose of bullying others. But no one dares to jump out and challenge their bottom line.
This time she finally returned to her sect, and the leader was Zhenjun Yuanheng, whom she was very close to. Ningxia's temper could not help but become more relaxed, and she spoke more naturally and casually.
Looking at the legendary pedestal from a distance, Ningxia hesitated and said, "This altar looks so gloomy. Do we really want to go up there?" She originally wanted to say "pedestal" in a flat tone, but she didn't know. Why can't I lower my heart when it comes to my mouth? It changes from a lower tone to an upward sound, and then it naturally becomes an "altar".
She didn't notice it herself, she just felt that something was wrong with the transposition just now, and her brain was still too dull to react. It took a long time to realize that no, she just said something, as if she was talking about "altar" or something...
This pronunciation naturally becomes very clear when it falls into other people's mouths.
Unexpectedly, the first person to correct him was none other than Zhenjun Yuanheng.
"Why are you talking? If that is an altar, then why are we rushing here? Could it be that we are... sacrifices?" Zhenjun Yuanheng glanced at Ningxia. Somehow, Ning Xia always felt that the other party's tone and tone were a bit weird and somewhat meaningful.
Only then did she realize that she seemed to have said something wrong due to a slip of the tongue. Also, people are the abutment. Everyone comes here for the quota of the Immortal Palace. This abutment is said to be the only entrance.
If this is an altar, wouldn't it mean that all those who go in are sacrificial objects? Ning Xia herself wanted to go in and have a look. She didn't go there to grab the opportunity, she just wanted to watch the plot unfold on the spot, so it wouldn't be in vain. But if it is a sacrifice, it is still exempt...
Really, the more she said it, the more outrageous it became, and she felt even more uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Ning Xia glanced at the direction of the abutment a few more times, and felt something in her heart.
Not to mention, although she made some slips of the tongue, it looks more and more like her. That place is more of an altar than a pedestal. Couldn't this platform have been an altar before?
Thinking of this, Ningxia felt that the surrounding area was getting colder and colder, and there seemed to be an increasingly uncomfortable feeling in the air. The dark wind——
"Imagination is so good." A voice interrupted Ning Xia's thoughts. The other party seemed a little helpless: "You are already a person who has formed an elixir. How come you are still so uncontrollable? You have been practicing for many years. Is it possible? Are you still afraid of those illusory things?”
"...It's nothing, I just can't help but think of some bad memories when I see this." Ning Xia's voice was dry and strangely distant.
Ningxia had seen the altar before and was deeply impressed. A few years ago, she had the opportunity to enter Fuyun Island for training. The place was not big, but there were many things going on. During those days, she was always surrounded by fog, and everything and everyone was shrouded in darkness.
She originally thought that the Sword Slave was the most bizarre thing she had ever seen there. Later, after she lost her friend unexpectedly, she was once again involved in a conspiracy. Ningxia once again realized that not everything in this world has a bottom line.
That was the first time she saw so many people dying in front of her eyes. It was also this time that she remembered the true smell of blood so clearly.
That day, what caught her eyes was not only the sword sound that could be engraved into the soul and unforgettable forever, but also the miserable and wailing broken souls, and the sacrificial formation that seemed to be filled with blood forever.
Those who were extremely alive a moment ago were instantly destroyed by the power of the formation, leaving no traces in the world...
These bloody memories did not pass with time or gradually fade under the wash of the years, but instead became part of the memory etched deep in her mind.
If she didn't think about it, it was just a memory lying peacefully in the back of her mind. However, once she is stimulated, the changes will quickly emerge and quickly occupy part of her rational thinking.
Ningxia's abnormal behavior, Zhenjun Yuanheng, naturally noticed it. He was a little concerned...Does this guy know that when he said "nothing", the right side of his face seemed to have "big problem" written on it. He was trying to fool someone.
What is going on? True Lord Yuanheng frowned, as if he were prying open a hard clam shell and asking someone to explain directly.
Unexpectedly, they came into contact with a group of people who had already disguised themselves. They are also looking in the direction of the platform, their eyes are somewhat similar to Ningxia's, but they are very different.
Ningxia will think of what happened that day, and everyone who is greedy will naturally do the same. And their senses will only be stronger than Ningxia's, because they were the ones who were most seriously injured in that bloody disaster. Countless brothers and sisters were damaged here, and they will never be able to see the sun the next day. .
Therefore, Ning Xia's eyes were filled with pure fear, disgust and rejection. Her eyes seemed to be looking through the abutment towards another very distant image.
The people who are greedy for the wolf's trump card are indescribably complicated. Their emotions became more intense, as if they were watching something they hated.
At this moment, they and Ningxia seemed to have fallen into a different dimension, traveling through time and space, separated from everyone.
True Lord Yuanheng quickly rejected several thoughts in his mind. Could it be something that happened to this child not long ago?
