If you look down from the sky above the altar at this time, you can find that the arrangement of the avenue runes exactly forms a bloody fairy character.
However, something even more desperate happened. Not only that monk, but behind him, the first batch of sixth-level monks who came to the altar, a total of more than thirty people, had their flesh and blood falling off, and their bones softening, and they all turned into that kind of Gray-white monster.
Fang Yingxing tried his best to activate the Eternal Pupil, even his pupils were bleeding, and finally saw their main spirit. It was a gray-white spirit with the aura of death, and they were wrapped with something, which was the main spirit of the monks themselves. .
It can be seen that the main spirits of the monks themselves have most likely been swallowed up. They are very dim at the moment, and they are shrouded in light. They are huddled in the corner with fear on their faces, as if they will be swallowed up at any time.
He could basically guess that the physical bodies of these people had been destroyed just now and turned into the essence that nourished such creatures.
After a monk reaches the sixth level of soul creation, his main spirit will merge with his divine consciousness. The reason why he is called the main spirit is largely for this reason.
And their main spirit may have been devoured by this kind of creature with some secret method when they first entered the deep inner circle, which is equivalent to their being taken away.
But what Fang Yingxing couldn't figure out was that these creatures were only at the sixth level of spiritual creation. How could they possibly take over these monks who were in the same realm? And he is also an elite monk from various sects.
The current situation is not optimistic. Putting aside the weird Immortal Flower and Colossus that will change at some point, these thirty or so sixth-level soul-creating creatures are extremely difficult to deal with. None of them died on the altar. On the other hand, among the monks, some had already been contaminated by pollen or brilliance on the altar and completely perished.
In terms of numbers alone, these gray-white creatures have surpassed the sixth level of human monks.
A casual cultivator concealed his fear and asked tremblingly: "Who are you? Why is our path to immortality cut off? Is it your fault?"
The leading creature was sneering, his voice was cold, and his dead white eyes fell on the monk, causing one of the monk's arms to burst into pieces.
He seemed to enjoy hearing the shrill screams of the casual cultivator.
The dark gray nose greedily sucked in the remaining blood in the air. After sucking it in, he patted his head with some regret and then smiled weirdly, with the corners of his mouth reaching an incredible place.
"Oh, oh, oh, haha, it really shouldn't be like this. This delicious blood bait should be dedicated to our immortals, but I really can't help it, hahaha." He bowed respectfully in the direction of the altar. A gift.
He randomly bent his head 180 degrees, looked at the screaming monk, and smiled strangely: "Since your flesh and blood is so delicious, I will give you a brief introduction, haha, stupid bug. "
In less than a blink of an eye, he had already landed in front of that monk. The other monks tried to stop him but were slapped away with a palm. They coughed up blood in the air and hit the ground heavily.
Fang Yingxing was horrified in his heart. That speed had obviously reached the peak speed of the sixth level of spiritual creation.
Moreover, what kind of immortal is he talking about? Could it be the creature wrapped in the fairy flower?
The gray-white creature's face almost touched the monk's face, and he spoke: "We were born because of immortals, came to the world in annihilation, and survived in death. Hahahaha, we are the continuation of immortals. We started from immortals and eventually became immortals." We must be called immortals. You can call us buried ghosts. The ghosts among immortals are also the immortals among ghosts. "
Immediately, a sixth-level monk stood up and retorted: "Are you worthy of being called an immortal? You are just a group of weird things, and have nothing to do with the truly sacred and ethereal immortals."
The gray-white creature didn't care, his expression remained unchanged, and asked: "Have you ever seen an immortal? Haha, since you haven't seen it, how can you know that immortals are sacred?"
He raised his head proudly: "Just like we buried ghosts, dormant for endless years, and finally cultivated this real immortal with the blood of Wanzu, hahahaha, his birth will definitely change everything and take us out of here. ."
Fang Yingxing's eyes were solemn. He could probably guess something. The burial ghost did not talk about the immortal buried in the hinterland of the immortal burial place, but only the immortal they "created". It can be seen that even after so many years, they I have never really entered the hinterland to find out, or even though I have gone, I have not really seen the fairy due to various factors.
In fact, Fang Yingxing felt something was wrong from the moment he entered the Burial Immortal Secret Realm, especially those rare ancient wild species with powerful talents but none of them had broken through to the Spiritual Creation Realm. Now that he thought about it, I am afraid that they were all raised in captivity. Before reaching the yin and yang realm, he was killed by the Burial Ghost, and his flesh, blood, and essence were dedicated to the "immortal" they called him.
How were they born? Zhan Gui said that he was born from an immortal. Combined with the strange statue and the immortal flower, it is not difficult to speculate that their emergence was a mutation caused by the backhand left by the immortal.
The immortal flower can take away human flesh and blood, but it can also breed vitality. The creature even said that it can use this flower to breed immortals. The avenue runes spreading out from the statue are also unpredictable.
Life and death are opposite to each other, but they also exist at the same time. The immortal energy that far exceeds spiritual energy and the death energy that destroys everything are the best proof.
The creature that is considered to be an immortal buried here must have left behind the immortal flower and the statue as a means of living a new life, because immortals are said to be immortal, and even if they fall due to some accident, they may not necessarily be completely dead. .
But during this process, something unexpected happened. Instead of giving birth to life, it was soaked with death energy, creating this ghost-burying clan.
They are born with an almost crazy worship of immortals. After countless years, they have collected the blood of all races from generation to generation and dedicated it to this "immortal."
This is a bit scary. Such a long time has passed and no one has discovered their existence. In other words, although they have been discovered, they are dead.
This is their ancestral land, but why do they only have the strength of the Spiritual Creation Realm?
What about those powerful people with high realms? Where is it?
"Immortal? You are just scum created by death energy, don't tarnish this word." Some monks were jealous and tried their best to attack, blasting the dazzling Taoist magic directly at Burial Ghost.
The next moment, all kinds of secretaries came out of the place, and a strong man from the sixth level of spiritual creation took action.
They no longer have the calmness and calmness of the past. At this moment, all of them are disheveled and roaring. The extreme level of fear is anger.
However, the number of buried ghosts is more than the number of strong monks at the sixth level.
Those burial ghosts who had not found opponents of the same realm did not help their fellow tribesmen to besiege the sixth-level monks, because the rest of the burial ghosts were excited to fight with the monks, without any fear, but seemed to be enjoying the fun of hunting.
The extra burial ghosts showed weird smiles, rushed into the army of monks with raging death aura, and took action while laughing wildly.
With the advantage of the main spirit, they feel like they are in an uninhabited land. Everywhere they pass is filled with blood and blood and bones are scattered, just like purgatory.
