The vast land was filled with blood, like an over-rendered ink painting. The war drums were beating, with a chilling tone, as if the color of the world was changing. The wind seemed to be bloody, cutting the cheeks like a knife.
In this bloody background, an altar stands, as if it is an isolated island in this battlefield. It is tall and solemn, with ancient runes engraved on the stone platform, exuding a mysterious atmosphere. In the center of the altar, a statue of a god stands majestically. The statue's face has been eroded by time, but its former majesty can still be seen.
Xu Qing was weak all over, but despite being scarred, he still tried his best to get into a fighting stance and deal with the buried ghost standing in front of him.
This battle is almost unsolvable. The blood transformation move is very strong, but the load on the body is also ridiculously large. What's more, Xu Qing has already suffered the most powerful blow from the Burial Immortal and was seriously injured.
However, two figures stopped in front of her. Their bodies were not very tall, but they symbolized the division of the cold world.
Zhang Qingyun is usually carefree, but now there is a serious look on his face: "Xu Qing, go wake him up, maybe only you can do it."
Xu Qing didn't say anything more, his eyes flashed with gratitude, and he gathered his spiritual power without any hesitation to rush towards the altar.
However, before she could rush out, she felt strange changes in the auras of Zhang Qingyun's brother and sister.
Absolutely right – disappearing!
Looking back at the two of them, their bodies were gradually fading and becoming more and more transparent.
In fact, not only the two of them, but also the first group of monks who were forced to enter the Immortal Burial Land, whose cultivation levels were not very high, began to fade away, and seemed to disappear at any time.
On the altar, the battle armor on Burial Immortal's chest was broken, revealing his chest. There was a black fist mark on it, and the dark matter attached to it was constantly eroding his body.
But there was no look of pain on his face, instead it was very dull, without any emotion.
He took the Flying Immortal Step and landed on the stamens of the Immortal Flower. He quickly formed seals in his hands, and the seals fluctuated astonishingly.
The next moment, the Immortal Flower actually gave off a bright light. It was resurrecting, as if it was alive, and its roots actually emerged from the hands of the statue.
The aura of the Immortal Flower is rising steadily, and the name of the Immortal Flower Avenue seems to have a bit of fairy spirit. The petals are like jade, each piece is exquisite, as if each piece hides an ancient rune. The runes circulate, silently and loudly, and their meaning is far-reaching and puzzling. This flower and this rune seem to be alive, blending with each other and dancing together in the world.
On the petals, the runes are looming, just like a stroke of light ink in an ink painting, with appropriate shades. As the wind blows, the petals tremble slightly, and the runes seem to be beating, like poetry and song. It seems to be telling stories from thousands of years ago, and also seems to be chanting the longing for the future.
However, there is a horrifying truth at the root of the fairy flower. Those roots emerged from the hands of the statue, twisted and ferocious, like life struggling desperately. However, that root was actually covered with bones. Yes, those are the bones of monks, those monks who longed to become immortals. Their lives were taken away here, leaving only the cold bones.
Each of these bones records a story. Maybe they have worked hard to cultivate for a certain purpose, maybe they have laughed and talked about love with their friends, maybe they have spent quality time with their loved ones. But now, all they have left is the cold white bones, buried under the roots of the immortal flower.
Xu Qing's pupils shrank violently, and he saw a white bone. On the neck of the white bone, there was a small pebble, the same as the one on Zhang Qingyun's neck.
And next to the white bones...
A casual cultivator who was in a state of weakness recovered his memory, but he completely collapsed at this moment. He couldn't accept it, and his Taoist heart completely collapsed.
He was shouting desperately, wearing a battle-worn battle robe, and crying.
"Dead, all dead, caught by the devil's flower... everyone will die... everyone is a ghost..."
The monks felt a chill in their backs as they listened to his call. These people had been dead long ago, but they were still moving with them, and no one even noticed anything unusual.
What is a human being? Or a ghost?
From beginning to end, this was a game set by Immortal Burial.
They couldn't break through the outermost layer of light curtain, because it was once laid by the Imperial Sky Body's Yun Ling, but people on the outer layer could enter.
They placed a large number of skills and treasures on the surface and inside to lure people deeper, allowing a large number of monks to fall into their trap.
And these monks who entered the inner layer were actually hunted by the Burial Ghost without exception and sacrificed to the Immortal Flower.
There are only a few words about the Immortal Flower in ancient books, and one of the records about its ability is that it can restore one person's spirit, one person's memory, and one person's laws.
From ancient times to the present, I don’t know how many people regard it as a skill of immortality, but now the truth has emerged. This is essentially exchanging a real life for a fake life. Although all the memories and abilities during life still exist, in fact it has Completely dead.
In other words, Cheng Xianhua can modify the memories of these fake lives, because these fake memories were created by him.
Those sixth-level monks were taken away and sent back because they had a higher status and could bring more monks in. Those ordinary monks were transformed into false beings and came out to create them, and there was a big chance inside. illusion.
Create a deep pollen curtain to prevent a small group of monks from going privately, lest a small group of people reveal the secret of the Immortal Flower before the numerous objects of sacrifice enter.
Eight monks of the sixth level of spiritual creation were used to sacrifice to open the formation, and then the buried ghosts were resurrected to kill the monks, providing flesh and blood essence for the Immortal Flower to give birth to the buried immortals.
A teleportation array is set up that can only be entered by monks with five elemental auras.
Everything is under the control of the Immortal Burial. In fact, he doesn't even care when Li Tianxing cuts off the runes of the Great Dao, because he also has the blood of the Imperial Sky Body in his body, and he has already known about the existence of the Imperial Sky Body, and has long left it. After taking a back-up move, the only thing that made his heart rise and fall was the owner of the Eternal Eye.
This Eternal Eye boy not only entered the small formation and activated the formation, he also possessed the main spirit through some unknown means, and his whole temperament also completely changed.
Feeling the pressure, the Immortal Burial completely activated the power in the Immortal Flower, and gathered the remaining power of the fake life into himself to obtain sufficient power.
This also means that fake life will disappear completely!
Zhang Qingyun looked in the direction of Fang Yingxing and showed a wry smile: "Brother Fang, I seem to be dead. I'm sorry, I can't drink your wedding wine..."
Xu Qing's eyes were full of sadness, and there were some tears in the corners of his eyes.
Zhang Qingyin held her brother's hand. The unwillingness in her eyes gradually dropped and was replaced by a strange brilliance. A relieved smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "This is also a kind of relief. At least when you think of us in the future, you will know that we We are not the puppets of Cheng Xianhua, we are two monks, and you are friends."
