All Immortal Sect Forced Me to Change Dao Couple[Transmigration Book]

In Jing Zhou's ears, small and light songs sounded, suddenly far away and now near, ethereal as if they came from a very far away place.

"Peony red, eyeball digging, peony purple, human candle, peony white, human sharpening stick, peony yellow, corpse refining oil..."

The song is cool, ringing in my ears.

Jing Zhou's consciousness also converged into a line, gradually awakening in the desolate song.

He opened his eyes suddenly, the song stopped, and miserable whimpers and piercing laughter followed one after another.

And the place he was in was a square and solid bone prison.

Bone Prison literally means a cell made of human bones.

This place is different from the usual dark and damp prison cells. The four corners of the cell are covered with lanterns, which are bright and majestic. When you get closer, the lanterns all over the wall are supported by human skulls. , what is burning in the wick is translucent yellowish human oil.

The flames flickered, shining brightly.

Jing Zhou frowned slightly, he didn't feel much discomfort except that the cell owner was elegant and boring.

He has never been afraid of any horror and supernatural plots in this world, and he is naturally unmoved by the scenery in front of him and even the howling ghosts and wolves around him.

He thought quickly, he was still in the lively auction site of the Spiritual Sale just now, and after the Buried Spring Sword went berserk, he was drawn into this place for no reason, perhaps it was the phantom enchantment set by the fierce sword.

Since ancient times, swords have spiritual fields, and the more fierce and powerful the sword, the stronger the spiritual fields, and the more realistic the illusions it creates.

Why did the buried spring attract him here?Jing Zhou didn't have too many doubts. After all, this world exists for Yu Ci and for him to conquer Yu Ci. All coincidences and events naturally revolve around the two of them.

With this awareness, Jing Zhou doesn't feel surprised when he encounters strange things and setbacks, so he treats it as a dungeon mission.

Thinking of this, he raised his sword and cut open the lock of the cell with sword energy. The sound of human bones breaking was short and clear, and the neatly cut bone lock broke and fell to the ground.

He pushed open the prison door, and the long and narrow passageway was also lit with human bone lamps. The prison doors stretched endlessly, and Jing Zhou gasped. There might be tens of thousands of cells in this hell.

How easy is it to find Yu Ci who was also sucked into the barrier by the sword ghost from thousands of cells?

Just as he was thinking hard, a red butterfly with faint light flapped its wings and appeared in front of his eyes.

Jing Zhou's heart suddenly became clear, and he followed Ming Die around the prison doors, crying and crying for help all the way, but he didn't hesitate to stop, after all, this is an illusion, seeing is not believing, and hearing is not true.

After going around for a cup of tea, the corridor became narrower and narrower, and the bone lanterns became sparse and dark. Mingdie circled twice in place, and stopped outside a prison door in the southwest.

Jing Zhou cut the door lock and pushed open the prison door, but did not see Yu Ci as he had imagined.

"Xi'er?" He felt a little uneasy, and walked towards the prison in a hurry.

After walking less than three steps, the door behind him was slammed shut. Before he could turn around, he covered his eyes with both hands, feeling cool.

"I'm here," the young man said with a hint of a smile, "I'm afraid Brother Zhou won't be able to find it, so I used Die Yin."

Trapped in a square inch, only Hades can fly out of the cell to lead the way.

Jing Zhou found the target of the attack, and most of the stone in his heart fell: "You don't want to send a note, are you afraid that I won't follow?"

The boy smiled: "Brother Zhou will naturally understand me."

"It's hard to say, I'll draw a red thread for you next time, and I'm sure you won't lose it."

As he said that, Jing Zhou took his hand and turned around. Seeing that he was well-behaved, the big stone in his heart fell completely. He breathed a sigh of relief, and patted the back of the boy's hand: "This is the illusion set by the buried spring. You and I fall into it, but don't worry, follow me..."

"Brother Zhou, do you know where this illusion is?"

The young man cut off his words, Jing Zhou froze for a moment, and did not speak, the young man continued to say word by word: "Blood Ballad Palace."

Jing Zhou's eyelids twitched: "How do you know?"

"Guess," the young man replied softly, with a faint smile floating on the corner of his lips, "I have read the relevant records before, the bone prison, the human skin lamp, and there should be no other place in the world except the Blood Ballad Palace."

"Why did the Buried Spring Sword set up the illusion of the Blood Ballad Palace..."

The young man shrugged his shoulders: "Perhaps the rumors about Nether Cold Iron are true. It was originally a thing from the Ghost Realm, but it was eaten by Zhu Yan and left in the human world."

Jing Zhou raised his eyebrows, and guessed reasonably: "Oh, it turns out that Buiquanjian is homesick."

"Yes," the young man looked around, with a vague nostalgia hidden in his eyes, "After all, this place is quite unique."

Jing Zhou was a little surprised by his description, but in all fairness, apart from the fact that the building materials of this ghost prison are somewhat permeable, the entire layout and structure, including the details, are indeed unique.

"Then you have also seen the map of the ghost prison in the records?"

"I've seen it, and I remember it, but..." the young man smiled and raised his head to look at Jing Zhou, "Brother Zhou, you are too tall."

"What?" Jing Zhou didn't know why.

"Squat down, I'll tell you."

Although Jing Zhou was puzzled, he followed suit.

"A little lower."

"..."

"I'm tired, so I want Brother Zhou to carry me on his back."

As he spoke, the young man deftly lay on Jing Zhou's back, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"..." Jing Zhou froze for a moment, then smiled, "Okay, show me the way."

So, Jing Zhou carried the young man on his back, and walked along the tunnel made of human bones according to the other party's instructions. Countless innocent souls trapped in the cell looked at them from the door opening, and the crying and howling just stopped completely. The place where it passed was dead silent.

The ghost trapped in the prison seems to be afraid of something.

Of course, all of this is an illusion, and none of it happened in reality.

Maybe it's because in the cell full of ghosts, the young man's body is colder than usual, not like a living thing at all. Jing Zhou carried him on his back. If he didn't feel the moist breath in his ears, he almost thought he carried a dead person. .

"Brother Zhou."

"Ok?"

"Have you ever heard a legend that the ghost lord Qi Jue never walks the path of the Blood Ballad Palace Bone Prison with both feet."

"Then did he float over?"

"No, it should be like me, find someone to carry it on your back."

Jing Zhou's footsteps paused for a while, and then continued to walk forward: "But why is he?"

The young man leaned on his back, subtly curling the corners of his lips: "I don't know, if there is a chance to meet Qi Jue, Brother Zhou may ask him personally, and maybe he will understand."