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He always felt in his heart that this soul sacrifice was a threat to himself. As long as it could be destroyed, he would naturally take action with all his strength.
And entering the realm of ghosts is not just to destroy the soul sacrifice. The place where there was a lot of real ghost energy was his most important purpose in entering it.
Since Qin Fengming has made a decision, he will naturally not hesitate to change it.
But when entering the realm of ghosts, he still needs to make necessary preparations. This place is filled with mist, but there is no shortage of energy. For human monks, refining Yin Qi is much more troublesome than Spiritual Qi. But it had no impact on Qin Fengming at all.
After entering the cave, I stayed there for more than three months.
During three months, no monk came to disturb him. The battle near the Valley of Shadows has long since ended. Under the auspices of Master Brown Tiger, an immortal monk, the monks from the Immortal Relic Land killed thousands of ghost cultivators in the Ghost Commander realm on the spot after losing dozens of people.
Although hundreds of handsome ghosts and cultivators escaped into the cracks, they were still killed in the passage under the personal action of Master Brown Tiger.
One day after March, the restriction of the cave where Qin Fengming was located suddenly disappeared, and a figure flashed and appeared at the entrance of the cave. With the light escaping, they flew towards the Yinhun Valley.
After more than three months of seclusion, Qin Fengming finally emerged. This time, he did not see Master Brown Tiger, Ancestor Chiming, Pian Qingkang, Bao Chengtian and others. Instead, he flashed and dived directly into the huge crack that was still filled with red mist.
As soon as his body entered the space crack, a talisman with a faint green glow was activated, and the fluorescent light shone, covering his entire body.
As the fluorescence flashed, Qin Fengming's figure suddenly seemed to turn into nothingness and disappeared without a trace.
The power of the Wind Hidden Talisman, which Qin Fengming can exert in his hands at this time, is much more powerful than when he had just advanced to transform into an infant.
Moreover, the Wind Hidden Talisman he refined with his own hands was many times more powerful than what Master Daoyan gave him.
Not to mention a few gathered ghost cultivators, even if they met a spiritual cultivator head-on at this time, there might not be many who could be exposed.
In the space crack, although the suction force still exists, it will naturally not affect Qin Fengming.
Sensing the red mist surrounding him, Qin Fengming also became more vigilant. With the release of his spiritual consciousness, he also used his Lingqing Divine Eyes to the extreme.
In the cracks, there are strands of sharp wind, which are like wind blades cutting through randomly, and they contain a kind of power to kill the soul.
Although these dark winds like wind knives have little effect on him, if the ghosts and ghosts are in the Qi gathering stage or the foundation building realm, they will definitely be cut and killed by the evil wind blades.
The crack passage was not very long. After half an hour, Qin Fengming only felt a bright light in front of his eyes. The figure appeared in an empty place.
Although there are many mountains here, there is no vegetation, and it seems like a dead place.
But feeling the surge of pure Yin Qi around him, Qin Fengming was suddenly shocked, his eyes flashed, and a look of joy appeared on his face. Here, in the Yin Qi that surrounds the body, there is an extremely obvious real ghost aura that makes the ghost world monks extremely happy.
Even if he doesn't go to the place where the Yin Qi spurts out, and he only practices here for several years, the real ghost breath he absorbs is definitely not something that a monk in the ghost world can imagine.
Putting back his excitement, Qin Fengming quickly released his spiritual consciousness, covering the land thousands of miles around him. What gave Qin Fengming some peace of mind was that there were no ghost cultivators stationed near the crack passage.
Although the surrounding red mist was still rolling and gathering at this time, what surprised Qin Fengming was that the place where the majestic red mist gathered was not where the crack passage was, but was rolling away thousands of miles away.
Near the crack, it has become stable.
After scanning, a land shrouded in white mist appeared in his mind. In that land of white mist where his spiritual consciousness could not detect the edge, he sensed the existence of restricted fluctuations.
Although it wasn't very intense, it still shocked him. The red mist is flowing into the place shrouded in white mist.
You don't need to think too much about that place to know that it is the place where hundreds of millions of ghosts live.
There are hundreds of millions of ghosts and ghosts without consciousness. Even if there is a powerful ghost cultivator with the pressure of the realm, it is not a simple matter to coordinate and protect so many ghosts. Without the restriction of the magic circle, these ghosts would have fled in all directions.
In that place shrouded in white mist, no ghost cultivator could be detected in his consciousness.
Every time the passage opens, tens of millions of ghosts from the Yin Soul Realm invade the Land of Immortal Relics. There has never been a large-scale invasion of monks from the Immortal Relics Land. Qin Fengming certainly wouldn't be surprised at all if there were no ghost cultivators stationed near the passage.
With a flash of his body, Qin Fengming flew directly towards that place.
In the past, Qin Fengming would definitely have to take some detours to do this. But after his cultivation recovered and converged, his mentality had changed slightly.
Under the protection of the Wind Hidden Talisman, Qin Fengming was convinced that as long as he did not encounter a restriction, even if he passed a hundred or two hundred feet away from a late-stage aggregation ghost cultivator, the other party would never notice him.
Stopping on a mountain peak, looking towards the vast area shrouded in white mist twenty or thirty miles away, Qin Fengming's expression became solemn.
The area in front of them, with a radius of two thousand miles, was covered by a huge ** formation.
Such a formation is much larger than the super sect restrictions in the human world.
With his clear eyes, although he was dozens of miles away from the magic circle, he could still see a large number of ghosts and ghosts flashing through the magic circle.
Sensing the majestic energy fluctuations revealed on the protective shield of the magic circle, Qin Fengming believed that it would be absolutely difficult to break it with his own strength alone.
This giant formation alone has shown that the level of immortality in the Yinhun Realm is much higher than that in the Immortal Relics Land.
Looking at the huge array in front of him, he stood on the spot without moving.
With the red mist still gathering around him, Qin Fengming also had some enlightenment in his heart. In order to resist the sharp wind in the passage, only by gathering majestic red mist guards can the weak ghosts pass through.
It seems that only when the mist reaches a certain density, ghost cultivators will appear, release the restrictions, and let billions of ghosts appear.
At this time, there are still more than two months before the second wave of ghosts invaded the land of immortal relics as mentioned by the ghost cultivators. Of course, Qin Fengming will not stay here for such a long time.
As soon as his body moved, he flew away around the giant array in front of him.
Even if there are monks stationed in this magic formation, they are still within the magic formation. Of course, Qin Fengming would not step forward to scare the snakes despite knowing that it is difficult to break through this giant ** formation.
In half an hour, Qin Fengming had searched thousands of miles around the crack passage.
At such a long distance, he did not encounter a ghost cultivator, which also made him extremely speechless. He didn't believe that during this soul sacrifice period, there wouldn't be a large number of ghost cultivators stationed nearby.
Stopping on a mountain peak, Qin Fengming looked gloomy and frowned slightly.
"Whoosh!" A soft sound suddenly sounded from a pile of rock fragments dozens of feet away beside him, and then a figure was suddenly revealed on the gravel.
That pile of rubble was the highest point of the mountain. If he had stopped there, he would have stood directly next to the middle-aged monk.
