A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

I saw that the hall was thirty or forty feet high, and the area was so wide that it looked like it was more than a thousand acres.

But the bluestone ground that was supposed to be flat is now full of pits, scattered with the remains of flying knives and other magical weapons, as well as some scorched marks from fire and lightning strikes, and there is an extremely huge animal bone in the center, all crystal clear. It looks like jade, looks like a crocodile but not a crocodile, looks like a dragon but not a dragon.

It seems that someone had a battle with this strange monster here, but judging from the time when these traces remain, it was quite a long time ago.

Han Li looked at the animal skeleton with some surprise, and from the trace of aura left on its body, he directly judged that it must have had the cultivation of a complete body before birth.

A mere fused giant beast still left traces of such a fierce battle. It can be seen that among the people who broke into this place, there will definitely be no Mahayana existence, but their cultivation will never be too weak.

Judging from the remains of the magic weapons and treasures left on the ground, there was definitely not just one person involved in the fierce battle, there should be four or five people.

After Han Li looked at it for a moment, his eyes suddenly turned and landed on a row of wooden shelves in the corner of the hall.

This wooden shelf is about two to three feet long and completely black. There are two rows of more than a dozen silver trays of different sizes, but they are all empty. It seems that everything inside has been taken away long ago.

Seeing this, Han Li stopped hesitating and immediately walked towards the exit at the other end of the hall.

The same cyan channel continues to circle and climb.

But this time, Han Li walked for a full meal before walking out of this passage.

Suddenly, the vision opened up, and a space that was several times larger than the previous hall appeared.

There were a few light white clouds floating above, and the ground was covered with fine white sand.

In the center of this space, a triangular building like a temple stands impressively.

Han Li glanced at the building, turned it over with one hand, and a crystal vial emerged.

After taking a quick glance, he found that the vial had no special reaction. He frowned slightly and walked towards the temple door, which was open to the public.

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The Three Saints of Witch Spirits were already standing in front of a sea of ​​black fog that could not be seen at a glance.

The mist billowed like a living thing, and from time to time a strange cold wind blew out of it, accompanied by a hair-raising howling sound.

The three of them looked extremely tired, and their breaths were all a bit weaker than before. The three giant insects under them had also disappeared, but looking at the sea of ​​fog, their eyes were flashing with excitement. expression,

The reason for this is naturally because of the bloody archway erected in front of the sea of ​​fog.

This archway is a hundred feet high, with countless blood-colored runes imprinted on it, but there are two large silver ancient inscriptions on the top, which clearly have the word "Blood Prison" written on it.

"This is the Blood Prison. It's a little different from what you imagined." The old man surnamed Yu suddenly murmured after looking at Wuhai for a while.

"It should be a blinding method. Let me try to get rid of it!" The old man surnamed Yu next to him replied with a flash of his eyes.

Then he saw his sleeves flicking, and a cyan wooden sign with a black ghost head flew out from it. He made a seal with one hand and pointed a finger into the void.

There was a "pop" sound!

The cyan wooden sign swelled in the wind and instantly turned into the size of a facade. Five-color cyan runes suddenly appeared on the surface. At the same time, the ghost head above opened his eyes and slowly opened his mouth.

A roar!

A pillar of blue light spewed out from the ghost's mouth, and then it turned around and turned into a huge pillar of blue wind, which disappeared into the sea of ​​fog in front of it.

The next moment, there was a loud rumbling sound in the black sea of ​​fog, and in the strong blue wind, the nearby fog was swept away, forming an extremely clear passage.

The Three Saints of Wu Ling immediately looked over carefully, and everyone's expressions changed.

In the passage as far as the eye can see, there is a huge lake formed by thick blood. There are countless thumb-sized white maggot-like insects crawling on the surface, which makes people feel chilled all over.

"This is the true face of the Blood Prison. Isn't it also an illusion?" The old man surnamed Yu said subconsciously with his eyes a little straight.

"Humph, under my Qinggang Wind, what illusion can remain unchanged forever." The old man surnamed Wu snorted, suddenly opened his mouth, and spewed out several balls of essence into the green wooden sign.

Suddenly, the breeze spewed out of the ghost's mouth was more than ten times stronger than before, and it was rolling in an endless stream.

In just one cup of tea, the vast sea of ​​fog was swept away by the strong wind, revealing most of the situation on the Blood Lake.

The three old men looked at the fire again, and they all became happy again.

On the blood lake, in addition to the dense maggots, there were also more than a dozen black iron cages of different sizes.

The small iron cages are only about ten feet tall, but the large ones are more than a thousand feet tall. Not only are there some unknown light golden runes on the surface, but the cage bars facing inward are also covered with countless sharp blood-red points. Thorn, it looks so ferocious.

Most of these iron cages have their doors wide open, and only a few of them are seamlessly integrated, but inside each of them there are the remains of a corpse placed in a different posture.

Although these bones have existed for countless years, and most of the bones have different shapes and structures, the residual aura on them still makes the Three Saints of Witch Spirits feel frightened after they sense it.

"These people are the enemies who were suppressed by Master Tianding back then. They all look extraordinary. But which one is the skeleton of Master Tianding needs to be carefully identified."

The last old man stared at these skeletons and said with shining eyes.

"It's easy to say. Since Master Tianwu practices enlightenment skills, even if he dies, his bones will definitely be different from those of other people. As long as we get closer, we can easily identify them." The old man surnamed Wu said with a chuckle. .

"The other corpses are also people with great backgrounds, and they must have important treasures in them. We can't let them go." The old man surnamed Yu said with a hint of greed.

"This is natural. But the main purpose of our trip is for Master Tianwu. Just in case, we should get his mantle first." The old man surnamed Wu finally made a decision.

After hearing this, the other two people thought it was reasonable, and immediately stopped arguing. They immediately raised their hands and released several treasures to protect their bodies, and then they fled straight to the nearest black iron cage and flew away together.

This blood lake is so weird that the three of them naturally don't dare to be careless.

But it was beyond Wu Ling Sansheng's expectations. Until he flew in front of the iron cage, the blood sea was extremely calm, and no changes occurred at all.

The three of them were surprised and naturally overjoyed.

However, after they each used their spiritual thoughts to carefully identify the aura of the petite skeleton in the cage, which was obviously much smaller than a normal human being, they all looked at each other, shook their heads, and immediately flew towards another iron cage containing bones. .

After identifying that neither of them was the same, the three of them immediately flew to the center of the entire blood lake without knowing it.

There was a fourth iron cage with bones.

However, unlike the previous three, this iron cage is almost the largest one on the Blood Lake, with a height of five to six hundred feet. In addition to the dense barbs pointing inwards, there is also a blood-red chain of unknown length on the bones. It looked like it was entangled in many circles.

The blood chain itself seems to be very old. Not only is the surface rusty, but there are even obvious cracks in some places, as if the skeleton itself had struggled desperately during its lifetime.

The bones in the huge iron cage, half human and half horse, are all crystal green, and there is a faint trace of golden light flowing inside.

For example, except for the huge upper body, the skeleton is the same as that of ordinary humans. The lower body is nearly a hundred feet long, but the four remaining giant hooves are the only places where some dry, silvery, shriveled fur remains on the entire skeleton.

"You can't be wrong, this must be the true form of Senior Tianwu." The old man surnamed Yu said in surprise after just briefly sensing the terrifying aura emanating from it.

"It is indeed the aura of witchcraft. After so many years, it can still remain so powerful. You are worthy of being an old man from Tianwu!" After the last old man closed his eyes and felt the same, he also said excitedly. .

"But where is Master Tianwu's mantle?" The old man surnamed Wu said with a frown after looking at it for a while.

These words alerted the other two old men, and they discovered that except for this huge skeleton, there seemed to be no other suspicious things in the iron cage.

"What is that?" After the three of them looked at it for a moment, the old man named Yu's eyes lit up and he suddenly clicked somewhere on the huge skeleton.

The other two people hurriedly looked at it, and then they discovered that there was a faint black shadow embedded in the huge rib like a beam. After careful identification, it seemed to be a jade plaque or a jade slip.

"Okay, since this is undoubtedly the place where Master Tianwu fell, let's do it and open this cage quickly." The old man surnamed Yu said hurriedly without any hesitation.

Naturally, the other two would not have any objections.

Immediately, the three bodies showed a roll of glow, and several protective treasures suddenly turned into billowing waves and went straight to the iron cage with a fierce blow.

After a loud "boom", a golden light flashed somewhere in the black iron cage, and a dazzling burst of light erupted. After the entire iron cage shook for a few times, the light dimmed and calmed down again.

After the old man surnamed Wu looked at it intently, his face suddenly became ugly.

Not even a trace was left on the surface of the entire iron cage.

"I'll try again!" The old man surnamed Yu said with a stern look in his eyes, and then grabbed the void with one hand, and suddenly a bloody dagger appeared out of thin air in his hand, with countless weird spiritual insects imprinted on its surface. pattern, and the hilt of the sword is also inlaid with a large thumb crystal as white as jade.

The old man held the sword in one hand, and with a flash of blood, he chopped off several fingers of the other hand, and then muttered something in the air.

Suddenly these severed fingers sizzled and turned into several streams of blood mist that penetrated into the dagger.