Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

Facing the terrifying blood lake, Gui Luo also had great fear in his heart.

The strange aura energy acted on his body, making the soul in his body extremely happy to be attracted by the strange aura. It seemed that as long as he didn't use magic to stabilize his mind, the soul in his body would leave the body and disappear into the blood-red shield in front of him. wall.

Such a strange situation is something Gui Luo has never encountered since he developed spiritual intelligence.

At the same time, he also felt that the divine soul energy in the blood lake was extremely majestic. If it were not for the feeling that the divine soul energy had no attack effect on his own soul, at such a close distance, it was only the majestic power of divine soul oppression. , can make people collapse and fall on the spot.

Facing this dangerous place, Gui Luo's only thought at this time was to leave quickly.

After hearing Gui Luo's instructions, all the ghost cultivators were frightened and quickly agreed, driving their escape light to patrol around.

Lang Yuan's three ghost king peak cultivators were still holding secrets in their hands and controlling the giant bell above their heads.

With three top monks of the Ghost Lord, controlling a replica of the Chaos Spiritual Treasure, although they did not fully input their own mana, it was still extremely difficult.

If the three of them didn't have the high-grade Yin Stone given by Guiluo to continuously restore their mana, the three of them would have exhausted their mana long ago. Even so, the three of them have reached an unbearable point.

"Lang Yuan, remove your magic power and leave the soul-suppressing bell to my personal care."

Hearing Gui Luo's words of amnesty, the three great monks of Lang Yuan suddenly looked overjoyed. They hurriedly pointed their fingers, and a series of mantras appeared, and the magic power in their bodies was quickly withdrawn.

Almost as soon as their mana was withdrawn, the three of them sat cross-legged on the stone ground without even bothering to be polite to Gui Luo, and quickly restored their mana.

The tall soul-suppressing bell flashed and was photographed in front of Gui Luo.

Looking at the giant clock in front of him, Gui Luo's eyes revealed a menacing look, and his teeth were clenched. Although he was convinced at this time that the hateful young human monk must have fallen into the soul-suppressing bell, the anger in his heart was still hard to get rid of.

It's just that this soul-suppressing bell is not his own, and he can only control some of its power, otherwise he will definitely see with his own eyes how that hateful human monk fell.

Here, although there will still be that weird hurricane blowing from the blood-red wall, the threat to everyone has not increased much. As long as the ghost cultivators are prepared, they can naturally resist.

"Your Honor,

Sixty miles to the left, a passage was found that leads directly to the blood lake ahead. Please go and have a look. "

It didn't take long for several figures to arrive, bowing and speaking respectfully.

"We found the location so quickly. It seems that the area of ​​​​the Soul Lake here is not very large. Very good, tell others quickly and gather at that passage. I think that location should be leading to the altar."

As the transmission notes shot out, hundreds of ghost cultivators gathered together again.

At this moment, in front of everyone is a stone staircase made of snow-white rocks. This passage extended forward and submerged into the red wall. The stone steps are white and transparent, as if there is no dust or blemish on them.

Among the ghost cultivators, there were naturally those with extraordinary insight. They could tell at a glance that these snow-white rock steps were actually made of dolomite crystals.

Although dolomite is not an extremely precious weapon refining material, it is still extremely rare.

The material is hard, yet as light as cotton wool. If it is placed in the market, it will definitely be competed by the ghost king monks.

Unexpectedly, this stone step path, which is two to three feet wide, is actually paved with such precious weapon-refining materials.

His spiritual consciousness went upwards along the stone steps. The stone steps were submerged into the red wall and extended upward. After entering a place shrouded in red clouds and mist, it was difficult to detect the reality.

"This place is strange and dangerous. No one is allowed to grab anything. If you violate this rule, don't blame me for being ruthless."

In this dangerous place, Gui Luo naturally increased his vigilance. He glanced at everyone present and saw a terrifying murderous aura. With a scroll, everyone was enveloped in it.

Facing that compelling aura, everyone immediately felt a chill in their hearts. They all bowed and agreed.

"Black Scale, quickly lead your men and inspect the front to see where the stone steps lead to the altar."

Following Gui Luo's words, a ghost cultivator standing in the crowd seemed to have a strange flash of color in his eyes, but he recovered instantly, flew out, and respectfully agreed.

As he appeared, several more handsome ghost monks immediately flew out of the crowd.

The few people said nothing and stepped directly onto the white stone steps without any hesitation. His figure flashed and he quickly walked towards the blood-red wall.

When they were about to reach the barrier, several people stopped at the same time.

After looking at the barrier for a few breaths, they actually took steps at the same time, shooting forward together. The speed was several times faster than before. Several ghost cultivators actually wanted to advance and retreat together.

A red light rose, and the figures of several ghost cultivators flashed, and they entered it without any hindrance or appearance.

As several people disappeared into the clouds and mist, even Gui Luo found it difficult to detect their status.

A transmission note shot out, and it was in front of Gui Luo in a flash.

"It's really good. At the end of these stone steps is the altar. I'll hurry up and complete this mission." After hearing the message, Guiluo's expression was happy and he spoke calmly.

After a while, the remaining ghost cultivator climbed onto a tall stone platform with a radius of three hundred feet.

The entire altar seemed to be wrapped in a layer of light red mist. In that layer of light mist, there were many extremely mysterious runes and spells, like snakes, looming in the mist.

Everyone stepped on the altar, as if they were stepping on cotton wool, light and weak.

Surrounding this stone platform are cliffs and red clouds shrouding the surroundings. More than a hundred feet below, the red, viscous lake water was turbulent. The ghosts loomed in the waves, looking extremely scary.

Looking up, he saw a strange and dazzling red cloud cover. Among the red clouds, there seemed to be forbidden waves looming. Under the glance of Gui Luo's huge spiritual consciousness, he actually sensed the slightest surge of spatial power in the cloud layer. .

After walking around the several-hundred-foot altar, Guiluo's face showed a solemn expression.

Although there are descriptions of soul sacrifices and ghost realms in the past, they are not suitable for the people of Guiluo at this time.

Because they don't have a magic circle to imprison the ghosts, but the ghosts exist in the soul-suppressing bell. Gui Luo didn't know whether just releasing the tens of millions of ghosts in the soul-suppressing bell would be able to activate the teleportation array that leads directly to the realm of ghosts.

But at this time, there is no other way but to give it a try.

Gathering all the ghost cultivators in the center of the vast altar, Gui Luo's expression changed from calm to extremely ferocious. With his teeth clenched, his fingers suddenly pointed towards the tall Soul-Calming Clock in front of him.

The spells in his hands were changing, and he was muttering words in his mouth, and spells were pouring out from his mouth.

"Open!~~"

A loud shout suddenly came from Gui Luo's mouth. Following this cry, a majestic power of the soul spurted out from the soul-suppressing bell that was about ten feet high. A jet-black mist, like a black hurricane, suddenly swept forward and spewed forward.

"Ah, it's impossible. How come not a single ghost appears?"

A cry of surprise, accompanied by the majestic mist, suddenly resounded on the spot.

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