Record of Chaos

　　In front of Leng Lingqiu's eyes, it was originally a steep **** like a cliff. But the steep **** gradually sloped and turned into a slightly angled **** barely able to stand up.

　　Because of urging the Yufengzhu for a long time, the Yufengzhu on Wu Yu's head has melted away. Of course he could bring out another one, but the constant urging almost exhausted his qi. He had to stop and sit on the slope, using pure Yang Pill to restore his qi.

　　 At the foot of the two of them, it looks like a magnificent steep mountain. But what is really peculiar is that this mountain is not directly located in the wilderness, but is enclosed in a larger and more incomparable ghost howling palace.

　　 looked up, not the dark sky and the snow-white sun stars, but the unreliable sky dome, as if it were the other universe in the mountains.

　　 The external mountain wall in front of you is covered with countless holes. The strong sunlight of the sun star shines from outside, like through the mottled shadows of trees, forming countless magnificent colorful pillars of light, like countless glazed pillars, hitting their rest on the way to the sky.

　　 Although the dome can't be seen to the top, the mountain in the mountain under their feet is not far from the summit. Even if they no longer use the Imperial Wind Pearl, they can still walk straight up with their feet.

　　 The stone wall under their feet is not completely smooth. Instead, it is covered with countless lines left by the excavation. These lines are extremely thick, with the thickness of steps common in human architecture. They can even climb up these "steps".

　　 It’s just that these steps are peculiar and change from time to time. Sometimes it is perpendicular to the direction they climb, which is convenient. It also coincides with their walking direction, which makes people feel in the way.

　　 Fortunately, Wu Yu and Leng Lingqiu are both foundation-building monks. This trouble does not bother them. After Wu Yu initially recovered his true energy, he took Leng Lingqiu's hand and followed these crooked chisel marks all the way up.

　　 The demented Ouyang Fan still follows like a plaster. The two in front flew and he flew too. The two in front stopped to rest, and he also stopped to rest. Now Wu Leng and two of them continued to move up, and he also continued on foot after more than ten steps below.

　　The more he walked to the top, Leng Lingqiu became more and more disturbed. The **** is getting slower and slower, and the eyes are gradually unobstructed. After hundreds of steps ahead, she could see a bulging strange stone platform. There is an even stranger-shaped throne on this stone platform. From that seat, you can see everything on this slope.

The lines on the **** of 　　 have become extremely regular. They are completely concentric gardens centered on the throne, arranged in circles like terraces. Although it is inconvenient to go up and down here, it is like a place where an emperor meets his officials.

　　The emperor stands high above the top of the giant mountain. The ministers are different in status and status, living on different steps, looking up to the monarch together, reporting and discussing the state affairs of the emperor.

　　 Up and down inconvenience is only for humans. Humans have to use flying instruments to get up and down, which is quite troublesome. As long as the ghost owl **** its wings, it will come up.

　　 What really made Leng Lingqiu uneasy was looking at it from this glance, except for the throne, there is no spiritual fluctuation of treasure at all.

　　 On the throne, she could clearly see a skeleton sitting. In the skull's eyes, the peculiar black flames constantly overflowed, and it looked like something evil.

　　 She looked at Wu Yu suspiciously. But Wu Yu completely ignored her existence, just staring at the skeleton blankly, as if seeing some treasure, his eyes were extremely eager and fiery, and the steps under his feet became more and more urgent.

　　 "Wu Yu..." Leng Lingqiu pulled his wrist. He didn't hear it at all, and was about to continue walking up, but he felt that someone else was holding it. This made him feel irritable, and suddenly shook his hand and said, "Annoying! Don't pull me!"

　　 Leng Lingqiu was unhappy. But she suddenly felt that Wu Yu had never spoken to her like this before. Could it be that something controlled her mind? So she grabbed his wrist hard and pulled hard, she asked loudly, "What's wrong with you?"

　　 Wu Yu seemed to have come back to her senses, and immediately pretended that there was nothing wrong, and said, "It's nothing. Let's go quickly."

　　 "Slow." Leng Lingqiu pointed at the skull on the throne, "What is that? If you don't say it clearly, I won't go."

Wu Yu smiled mysteriously, as if flashing black light in his eyes: "That is the inheritance of the Dark Night King, the ancestor of the ghost owl! This ancient power has all the cultivation techniques, secret magical powers, and all the secrets he knows. The position is all in that group of divine consciousness! Now that group of divine consciousness has no owner, and has been sealed for ten thousand years, it has been extremely weak. As long as I have absorbed this divine consciousness in the past, then all this will be mine!"

　　 Leng Lingqiu's heart was shocked. A legacy of ancient power is in front of her, and even she is unavoidably tempted. But is it really that simple? In her opinion, all this is strange.

　　The beauty of Wu Yu's statement is that what he said is the truth, there is no falsehood, but it is not the whole fact. He said that this divine mind was weak, and that was a fact.

　　 But he didn't say that there is a blood-devouring god-holding formation here, absorbing the body and soul of these foundation-building monks who died fighting in the ghost house at any time to continuously strengthen themselves and become stronger. Of course, he didn't know all of this himself.

　　 It is not without the ancient power left behind with a ray of spiritual thought. It's just that the ray of divine consciousness is generally very weak, and only retains part of the memory that Mighty hopes to be passed on. After the recipient is fused, there will not be too many side effects except for some more memories in the brain.

　　 Once merged with a divine mind that can continue to invade others to maintain oneself, no one knows what will happen. Who is it that merges with whom, who is the product of the fusion, or is it actually no one?

　　 Leng Lingqiu can't see all of this. What she could see was that on the throne on the top of the mountain, there was indeed a weak spirit. But the natural caution still reminded her. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

　　 "The inheritance of the Dark Night King... if it really exists, and it is in the Night Blind Mountain," Leng Lingqiu suddenly frowned, "Why would the sect never find it? Why would you know?"

　　 Actually Wu Yu didn't know how he knew. These thoughts entered his mind for no reason. But he always found a reason to perfuse, and said:

　　 "My martial arts family has an ancestral excavation secret record ~www.readwn.com~ which records these. This time we happened to be involved here and I remembered it, maybe this is our chance."

Leng Lingqiu stopped and said to him: "Wu Yu, Master told me that you must have a righteous heart in cultivating. It is difficult for the cultivators who are tempted by those left-hand shortcuts to have a good end. Let’s find another way out. The inheritance here is left to the elders to handle."

　　 Wu Yu changed her color suddenly, but she calmed down again and said, "You know how can I cultivate the Longevity Dao with my aptitude? I am afraid it will be very difficult to build a pill even before the age of thirty.

　　 "Do you also know why the Wu family puts so much resources on you? Is it true that those old men value you as a daughter-in-law? Didn't you want to use your qualifications to double cultivation with me to push up my realm?

　　 "Do you know how many sequelae that will leave you? The level of falling has to be repaired, but it is harder than climbing. They just want to use you as my stepping stone.

　　 "But now the opportunity is in sight. As long as I get the inheritance of the Night King, whatever qualifications, any family, hell. I don't want you to be a stepping stone.

　　 "Let them invest resources foolishly on you, when we will form a pill and a purple mansion together. As long as I have the day of ascension, I will take you to the Three Realms one day and stay immortal with the sky!"

After hearing this, Leng Lingqiu said nothing. After a while, she said, "I can't think of Xiaoyao's longevity. How many people can live forever? I just want you to have nothing in front of you. One extra day is one day."

　　 As soon as her voice fell, in a beam of light above her head, a big blood-red kite suddenly appeared, flying over them. At the same time, a golden wooden nail, like a dart, broke through the air from the giant kite, turned into a stream of light, and hit Wu Yu's eyebrows!