Rise of Qinglian

"Didn't you say that there might be another exit from the Wild Wind Secret Realm? You brought me here to lie to me, right? Or do you want me to be a sacrifice? Do you want you to activate the altar?"

Ye Haitang's tone was indifferent. She was now in Nascent Soul Dzogchen, and so was Fang Mu.

Before Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan left, they told them to find Wang Qingshan. Ye Haitang started with the formation and searched a large number of ancient books to calculate Wang Qingshan's location.

You know, Wang Mingren was also trapped in a dangerous place back then. It took Wang Qingqing and others a long time to help Wang Mingren get out of trouble.

"If you want a sacrifice, I will catch one myself. There is no need to spend a lot of time leading you here."

Fang Mu's tone was indifferent. He changed his tone and said: "Of course, I did use you to help me break the formation. You control the ghosts and I control the corpse. The ghost world is our best choice. Tianlan Sect has cut it off. The interface channel between Dongli Realm and Qianhu Realm. If you want to return to Dongli Realm, you must at least have the cultivation level of the God Transformation Stage. If we can use this altar to contact the high-level monks of the Ghost Realm, we may have a way to advance. Entering the stage of becoming a god, you can even go to the ghost world."

"I promised you to come here because you said that this place might lead to the secret realm of violent winds. You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

Ye Haitang said coldly, ready to fight if they disagreed.

Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan repeatedly told them to find Wang Qingshan, but Ye Haitang fully agreed.

Fang Mu took out an exquisite black brocade box and handed it to Ye Haitang.

Ye Haitang opened the black brocade box and saw two black spiritual bones inside. There were some blood streaks on the surface of the spiritual bones. If you look closely, they looked like blood vessels. The two spiritual bones were shaking constantly, as if they were living creatures.

"Psychic Yin Bone! What do you mean?"

Ye Haitang frowned, his face full of confusion.

"These are two psychic Yin bones that I got in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sea in the Dongli Realm. They are excellent tools for refining incarnations. As for where the secret realm of violent wind leads to, I really don't know, but we can activate this altar. , maybe the high-level monks in the ghost world have a way."

Fang Mu explained that he made up a lie because he liked Ye Haitang's ability to break formations.

Ye Haitang thought for a moment and accepted the two psychic yin bones. These two psychic yin bones were indeed excellent tools for refining the incarnation.

They looked at the altar with solemn expressions.

The two of them stepped forward cautiously and observed carefully.

There is a magic circle more than a hundred feet in size on the altar. There are hundreds of grooves of different sizes on the magic circle, and in each groove is a waste spirit stone that has consumed all spiritual energy.

They have read records of ancient altars in the classics. Some altars require living animal sacrifices before they can be activated.

Fang Mu shook his sleeves, and a strong wind blew by, causing all the waste spiritual stones to fly up. Ye Haitang rolled up his sleeves, and hundreds of middle-grade spiritual stones flew out, fell into the grooves, and entered a magic formula.

There was a muffled "buzzing" sound, and the magic circle shook violently, but it soon returned to normal.

"Does it require high-grade spiritual stones to drive it?"

Fang Mu frowned and said, taking out five pieces of high-grade spiritual stones and replacing them. Ye Haitang also took out a block of high-grade spiritual stones, replaced them with five pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones, and they entered another magic formula.

A dazzling black light soared into the sky from the magic circle, directly penetrating the grotto, and a large amount of gravel rolled down.

After a while, the black light disappeared and the magic circle returned to normal. The ghostly face pattern behind the altar suddenly came to life. Its face was distorted and deformed. It let out a shrill ghost cry and spewed out a black glow, covering Ye Haitang and Fang Fang. Wood.

The incident happened so suddenly that they never imagined that this would happen.

The black glow swept them into the mouth of the black ghost. The two of them felt their eyes blurred and lost consciousness.

After a moment of spinning, Ye Haitang opened his eyes, dizzy and wary, Fang Mu was not far away.

"What is this place? An independent space? Or a land of the dead?"

Fang Mu frowned and said, he didn't know why, he felt very uncomfortable, there was no aura in this place.

"Demon energy! This place is filled with evil energy."

Ye Haitang frowned. She followed Wang Changsheng on his expedition to the Qianhu Realm and had experienced the demonic energy.

"Demon energy? Is this the devil's world?"

Fang Mu was stunned, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Probably not. The legendary Demon Realm and the Spiritual Realm are parallel interfaces, and the Dongli Realm is the lower interface. It is obviously unrealistic to take us to the Demon Realm with a set of formations. It may be an independent space filled with demonic energy, or it may be The interface under the jurisdiction of the demon world.”

Ye Haitang said with some uncertainty. She originally wanted to find a way to rescue Wang Qingshan, but she got here in a daze.

"Now that you've come, let's settle down. Hey, a cultivator is here."

Fang Mu let out a light sigh and looked towards the distant sky.

A ray of cyan light flew from the distant sky, not very fast.

Not long after, the cyan escaping light stopped, and it turned out to be a tall, thin young man in a green shirt. Judging from the fluctuations in his mana, he was only in the elixir-forming stage.

The young man in green shirt kept talking incessantly, but neither Ye Haitang nor Fang Mu could understand.

Ye Haitang's eyes lit up with a dark light. The young man in green shirt looked at each other, his eyes became dull and flew towards Ye Haitang.

Ye Haitang put his right hand on his head and used the soul-searching technique.

After a while, Ye Haitang let go of his hand, and the young man in green clothes fainted, but he was fine.

"The Black Luo Realm, the direct interface of the Demon Realm, is filled with demonic energy and has no spiritual energy."

Ye Haitang's face looked a little ugly, which meant that they needed to modify their skills, otherwise they would not be able to continue practicing.

"What? The direct interface of the demon world?"

Fang Mu said in surprise, dumbfounded.

"There is a Dafang City thousands of miles away from here. Let's go there and have a look first! Get the writing and language here first, and then settle down."

Ye Haitang injected a magic spell into the young man in green shirt, and walked away with Fang Mu. As soon as they left, the young man in green shirt slowly woke up.

He scratched his head, confused, and continued on his way.

······

Tianhai Realm, Fallen Immortal Island.

In the northwest corner of the island, a huge explosion was heard from time to time from a black mountain peak that reached into the sky.

There is a dilapidated manor on the top of the mountain. Most of the walls have collapsed. A black stone staircase stretches from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

In the center of the manor is a hundred-acre black lake. In the center of the lake is a hexagonal stone pavilion that is more than a thousand feet tall. The hexagonal stone pavilion is covered by a thick black water curtain.

Huang Fugui was sitting in the stone pavilion, looking panicked.

"Damn it, even the spirit treasure can't be broken. I'm not going to be trapped and die here!"

Huang Fugui said to himself, with a hint of crying in his tone.

He and the monks from Taiyang Sect and Xuanyu Palace went here to hunt for treasures, and finally arrived at the destination. As soon as they saw the treasures, the monks from the two groups started fighting. Huang Fugui took away two treasures and ran away. When passing by, in order to Picking a ten thousand year elixir, he was trapped in a stone pavilion.

He looked at the black lake around him with a look of despair on his face.

"Is it really true that Fairy Cailian told me that this is where I will die?"

"It's impossible. This isn't the first time I've been trapped by a restriction. I don't believe it. I can't leave here."

Huang Fugui encouraged himself and drove Lingbao to attack the black water curtain.

Unfortunately, no attack could break the black water curtain.

If he guessed correctly, this should be a series of restrictions. Maybe a certain restriction was triggered when the Xuanyu Palace monks fought with the Taiyang Sect monks.

He could only hope that the monks from Xuanyu Palace or Taiyang Sect would find this place, and he could hand over the treasure in exchange for a chance to survive.