Cultivate steadily, the whole world of cultivating immortals is my home

Chapter 495 I have the final say on your secret realm. Although the method is old, it just works.
The black energy soaring into the sky penetrated dozens of areas above and below, and such a big movement naturally caused vibrations in all directions.

Can any of the monks who come to Lingze Ancient Land be good people?

In the words of Master Shen, they all carried human lives on their bodies. According to the rules of killing for life, no one was wronged even if they were killed. Of course, he was the same.

One by one, they all came here to look for opportunities, and each one was like a shark that smelled the smell of blood, rushing towards Xuanyuan in a swarm.

Not only did he come by himself, but he also called friends, brought his family, and even invited monks who were far away in other places in Lingze Ancient Land and had not noticed any movement to come with them.

"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"

In a suspended mess, silver light flashed, and after a sonorous buzzing explosion, Gong Jingzhi rushed out from the space barrier that enveloped her, but the four Huang Youdao people she had been chasing disappeared.

"who!"

A pair of beautiful eyes with evil eyes, if it were not blocked by this sudden space, these four people would not be able to escape at all. Someone must be helping them.

"Master, this space is created by humans, and these four people have helpers."

The hostas turned into swimming dragons and surrounded the surroundings, ruthlessly dividing the previous space fragments into ruins.

Gong Jingzhi's expression was also gloomy and uncertain. She thought that coming down from the Haotian realm was a matter of little effort, but she didn't expect that a few young people in the late stage of practicing Xu dared to defy her.

"Master, quickly check those four token fragments."

Gong Jingzhi had already started inspecting it without the hosta weapon spirit opening her mouth.

"This is wrong, how can it be scrap metal!"

"These four guys cheated on you!"

Gong Jingzhi examined the fragments in her hand one by one. She recalled the previous scene. These four fragments had never left her perception since they caused the abnormal movement, and finally fell into her hands. During this period, she was confident that they had not been swapped. .

"Master, be careful of fraud. The monks in the lower world are really rude."

After putting away the fragments, Gong Jingzhi turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the entrance of the secret realm.

……

The black pupil-shaped eyeballs suspended in mid-air, each rune was restrained, but instead a piece of decaying and desolate black energy surged out, forming a sea of ​​black energy that spanned hundreds of miles.

At this moment, several nearby monks were attracted.

"Everyone, for the safety of all fellow Taoists, I can no longer care about my own safety. I will explore the way for everyone first."

A man as strong as a tower, with a shiny black light all over his body, and the mountains shaking when he stepped, he looked like a man with a strong physique.

"Santa, you want to eat shit!"

Someone scoffed.

The opportunity has just appeared, and who doesn't want to seize the opportunity? Otherwise, when the old guys of Lianxu Perfection wandering around Lingze Ancient Land come, they may not be able to even drink a sip of soup.

According to incomplete statistics, there are at least ten monks of Lianxu Dzogchen who are wandering around Lingze, and these are just the active members.

There are more wilting old yins than guys. They pretend to be little white rabbits in the middle or early stages of cultivation, and they are yining people everywhere. The good and respectful and pure atmosphere in the world of immortality is ruined by them.

Many of those in the Juntian Realm who are approaching the twilight years of refining the void will choose to come to Lingze to try their luck. What if they are the lucky cultivators who get the spiritual objects to protect them?
Guys who only have a few days to live have very bold dreams.

"Whoa!"

At this time, a thin shadow like a stick stepped on a spiritual sword and rushed directly towards the black ball from a distance.

"Buzz!"

The sword energy rushed into the black mist. Before it could reach the black ball, countless spiritual prisons exploded in an instant. The energy that bounced off melted the sword energy, knocking fellow Daoist Ma Gan out and rolling in the air. Then he smashed into a pool of water in the distance.

Puff puff!
In addition, several other figures were also rebounded by the spirit ban, and were blown away one by one.

A monk who did not believe in evil used his own strength to rush towards the black ball again. He used an armor-like body protection technique and rushed towards the black ball again.

'Crackling' In an instant, a long, hazy river rushed out of the round black ball. The rushing water directly passed through the protective armor and rushed into the monk's body.

"what!"

Screams immediately sounded, and all the magic power in the monk's body collapsed, as if someone had strangled his neck. A feeling of suffocation emerged. His whole body was washed to pieces by the long river, and his body immediately broke into several pieces. All the energy and blood in his body was sucked out of him in just one breath.

'Ouch...'

At this scene, the monks who were so frightened that they wanted to rush forward retracted their little feet one by one.

He has set an example as a pioneer for everyone, so remember him.

"The secret realm shouldn't have been opened yet!"

There was a monk who was conscious of his knowledge. After looking at it, he shook his head and spoke. The monk's beard drooped down to his abdomen. His face was full of wrinkles, and he looked like an old man. He was holding a crutch in each hand.

"Senior, why don't you find a quiet place to spend your remaining years?"

Not all the monks who hang out in Lingze Ancient Land know each other, and some of them are in vain. Everyone is proficient in the art of changing vests, and even disguise is childish.

Due to the brutal fighting and too many enemies, many monks have improved their disguise skills. Various secret techniques have emerged in endlessly, and changing appearance and breath have become basic means.

"Ahem... The key to cultivating immortality is to keep moving forward. I still have three hundred years until my end. If I want to work hard again, I will die on the road to cultivating immortality."

At this time, a sound broke through the air, and the breath surged like an ocean, which suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

Gong Jingzhi, who had returned, could not help but frown slightly when she saw a dozen figures appearing outside the black ball.

"What a mellow woman..."

On a hanging hill, a slightly petite demon cultivator wearing a black robe looked at Gong Jingzhi coming from a distance, feeling as if there were insects crawling in his heart.

But he's not stupid either. He can't afford to offend someone with such an aura.

"court death!"

Across hundreds of miles of void, Gong Jingzhi, who was already angry, suddenly caught the eyes of the short monk on the top of the mountain. The hosta made a chirp, and in the blink of an eye, he crossed hundreds of miles of void and landed on the top of the mountain. .

She had seen this disgusting look too many times.

There was a scream on the top of the mountain, and the short monk was directly hit by the hosta. Drops of black water as thick as a mountain were rolled out of the hosta, and the cultivator was immediately crushed into a ball of blood mist.

what……

The sudden change scared all the monks present and lowered their eyebrows.

The little monk just now was in the middle stage of Void Refining, and he turned into blood mist without even turning over a wave.

Gong Jingzhi came up from the sky, her eyebrows raised, her eyes filled with evil. Wherever she looked, the monks everywhere lowered their heads, as if they couldn't see me, couldn't see me.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the monks present suddenly trembled.

"Ah, Lingmu Immortal Palace!"

After a few breaths, a monk quietly raised his eyes and suddenly discovered that the female cultivator in black dress suddenly had a spirit tree mark on her body. Looking at the fairy world, who dares to pretend to be a monk from the spirit wood fairy palace?

A purple light flashed in the black ball spiritual prison. After sealing the spiritual prison, Shen Lian directly occupied the magpie nest and moved into the entrance spiritual prison. He did not expect that only a dozen or so people would cause such a wonderful drama.

Let me tell you something, this girl is so beautiful and beautiful.

The four fragments of the cover have now fallen into the hands of the elder of the Immortal Palace. As for the four monks Huang Youdao, Wangshu, You Shifang, and Xiaotongzi...

Shen Lian sent them away for the time being.

The passage to the secret realm has been occupied by him, and the four authentic disciples of the secret realm, Huang Youdao, are of no use anymore. Let's return to the land of Huai River for the time being.

There is no way, Shen Lian is afraid, it is better to run farther away, distance can create a sense of security.

The Huai River is far from Lingze, separated by mountains, rivers, and endless seas of stars. It would take fifty or sixty years to pass through the wormhole and transfer to the flying boat. I don’t believe that the old guy in the secret realm can still connect the four countries across such a long distance. Personal summons back.

No matter what you think, I am beyond the scope of your thoughts.

If Huang Youdao and the others could still be sensed from such a long distance, Shen Lian would admit defeat and explode the clones without saying a word. He would run away. From now on, Lingze would be his forbidden land until the Mahayana period.

Looking out through the black air, the scene outside is very interesting. One of the palace elders suppressed the remaining monks, and they were too honest to look around.

Gong Jingzhi successively offered hostas to cut through the black air, but was blocked by the flickering Changhe Spiritual Forbidden City.

Shen Lian also sensed that the woman quietly took out the fragment in the cuff. In order to match this round and eye-catching beautiful woman, he specially adjusted the spiritual restraint to flicker.

Long rivers flowed out of the black ball, and flowers on the other side of the river bloomed along both sides of the river.

"Master, it's useful."

The spirit of the hosta made an excited exclamation, which manifested itself in Gong Jingzhi's spiritual perception. Gong Jingzhi held the fragment in the sleeve of her long skirt and quietly observed the changes in the spirit.

"Master, try it quickly. While there are not many monks coming now, hurry up and enter the secret realm."

The next moment, the hosta turned into a three-foot size, creating a spherical shield of light. Gong Jingzhi released a ray of sword energy and cut through a piece of black mist, and rushed towards the black ball again.

This scene caused everyone who had just lowered their eyebrows to suddenly become excited. Each one of them was surging with mana, preparing to follow the big boss's footsteps into the secret realm.

However, the moment Gong Jingzhi rushed into the black mist, turbulent mist surged from the suspended black ball, and streams of rotten and lifeless air surged out, blasting the girl directly out.

Seeing this, everyone who was gearing up began to frown once again.

"Master, it seems it's not time to open the entrance to the secret realm yet."

After being pushed out by the black energy, water mist evaporated from Gong Jingzhi's body, sucking away the black energy that corroded her mana and vitality. She had no choice but to wait.

The four fragments were not fake. Could it be that those four guys were really scared, or were they hiding in the dark and trying to fish in troubled waters?
At this thought, murderous intent lingered in Gong Jingzhi's heart again. Several monks from Juntian still wanted to plot against him. Damn it.

Rumble!
At this time, there was a roaring sound in the distance, and a thick and vast earth-colored air flow pushed across like a mountain.

"Where is the opportunity!"

The roar was like thunder, spanning thousands of miles, and a mountain-like figure could be seen in the earth-colored air current, as if a strong man with eight arms was stepping forward, and the wind whistling in his breath was like thunder.

"Wanxiang Mountain!"

……

"How come I forgot you?"

Seeing the monks rushing towards him with a monstrous momentum, Shen Lian also realized how he had forgotten his other home.

There is someone coming to Wanxiangshan’s house.

Lingze is the most likely place to harbor catastrophic spiritual objects, so how could Wanxiang Mountain not send monks to guard it.

Here, Wanxiang Mountain directly set up a branch hall for foreign affairs, and the elder Neishan personally served as the master of the hall.

Now, this is the guy in front of you who is carrying a big hammer with eight arms. He is a sixth-level Dzogchen body practitioner, nicknamed the Eight-Armed Hammer, the inner mountain elder Wang Yuanba.

As soon as the hammer came, the expressions of the monks from all directions changed.

The eight arms grown from this practice are actually the eight-arm Xuantian Hand with magical powers derived from the physical practice.

"Haha...what a chance!"

Wang Yuanba came with a sledgehammer, his eyes locked directly on the black ball. As for the other monks outside the black ball... he didn't see them.

"Deploy someone for me, this place belongs to me in Wanxiang Mountain!"

As soon as these words came out, the monks present turned black.

You, Wan Xiangshan, are too domineering.

But Wang Yuanba didn't even look at the monks present. He carried the hammer and blasted it in the direction of the black ball.

The huge hammer head was like a mountain, and eight hammer shadows were formed in the air. They smashed down continuously. The terrifying pressure directly exploded the black ocean outside the black ball, but long river-shaped spiritual prisons were born on the black ball. , and suddenly lifted the falling hammer head into the air.

The long river roared, and the continuous energy surged one after another. After holding on for a few breaths, Wang Yuanba was directly thrown out and smashed into the void beside him.

"Such a powerful spiritual restraint, haha... I declare that for the safety of all fellow Taoists, I, Wanxiang Mountain, can only ignore my own safety."

After a carp stood up, Wang Yuanba's eyes swept around.

"To block my Wanxiang Mountain from obtaining the original spiritual object is to block the birth of the second generation of Hedao from my Wanxiang Mountain. To block the birth of the second generation of Hedao from my Wanxiang Mountain is to destroy the Manmen of my Wanxiang Mountain."

"The hatred of destroying the family is irreconcilable!"

"This elder is right here. Come on, let's see if I can beat you."

"Humph!"

A faint voice swept around, dissolving Wang Yuanba's aura into nothingness.

Wang Yuanba threw the hammer away, clasped his fists like a gorilla and saluted, "It turns out he is a monk from the Immortal Palace. I all know the envoys from the Immortal Palace in Juntian. I have never seen such a beautiful fairy. If Unparalleled."

For a moment, everyone was in a daze. What did they hear?
The big black monkey in Wanxiang Mountain actually said two beautiful words.

You talk about killing your family and sworn enemies in the front, but you kneel down and lick the Immortal Palace in the back. You really deserve to die.

"Don't blame the fairies. What I just said was about them. Fairies can naturally enter the secret realm if they want to."

"How can we, Wanxiang Mountain, have any enmity with the Immortal Palace? We, the Wanxiang Mountain, are determined to learn the ways of cultivating immortals from the Immortal Palace."

At this moment, Wang Yuanba turned around and kicked the disciple who was following him, and whispered in a low voice, "Hurry up and summon all the fellow disciples nearby, and also send a message to the elders of the sect, saying that I, Wanxiang Mountain, have encountered the great enemy of the sect again." ”

"Elder, is it to this extent?"

The disciples who followed him were like the younger Wang Yuanba. Over the years, the family-killing feud in Wanxiang Mountain, according to incomplete statistics, has broken out more than 3,000 times.

But every time there was no big harvest.

"Idiot, do as this elder says, you know nothing about me."

Wang Yuanba glanced at the suspended black ball. He knew with one blow that the ordinary Void Refining Perfection could be shattered into blood mist directly under his Eight Hammers magical power.

But just now he even used the Eight Hammers technique, and was knocked out by the Spiritual Imprisonment.

This shows that the pressure of the spiritual barrier at the entrance is extremely strong, and cannot be broken by the second or third-rate Lianxu Perfect Master. The spiritual barrier at the entrance is already so strong, and there might be some treasure inside.

Wanxiang Mountain has been looking for shelter and robbery spiritual objects for too long. Regardless of whether there are any in this secret realm, everything should be done as it is.

At most, it's just another disappointment. Has Wanxiangshan been disappointed a few times over the years?
It’s no different this time.

Thinking of this, Wang Yuanba glanced at the fairy palace woman in the distance. This woman didn't look like a good person. She was probably not a monk from Juntian Realm. A monk who might be from Haotian Realm came down to guard this secret realm.

Is there anything in the secret realm that can make a monk from the Haotian Realm come down in person?
The possibility of sheltering spiritual objects has increased by three points.

In short, he felt that it was impossible for the monks of the Immortal Palace to target without reason.

There are many people here, and once they enter the secret realm, the immortal palace elders will have to die if they want to steal spiritual objects.

Wang Yuanba grabbed his own hammer, and his hot breath spread on his palm. The soft and greasy woman could not feel the hard hammer. He didn't know if he could still scream after the eight-iron hammer was hammered down.

……

"Master, this guy is so strong, and he talks so well."

Among the hostas, there was a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old, with big eyes twinkling, but she quickly reacted.

"Master, be careful of this strong guy. The last Taoist monk you had was just like this one. He was as strong as an ox, as small as a lottery ticket, and full of bad tricks."

"However, after thinking about it, they don't dare to offend our Lingmu Immortal Palace. They just need to be careful about them in the secret realm. If they want to get spiritual objects without a token, let's just dream."

……

As time goes by, more and more monks gather in Xuanyuan Chaos Land.

It is said that the ancient land of Lingze is the most likely place in the Juntian Realm for the appearance of spiritual beings to protect the tribulation. This is said to be true, but how can any spiritual creature appear after so long?

These old guys were just unwilling to give up before they died, so they came to Lingze to try their luck, eager for the almost impossible opportunity.

However, now that Wanxiang Mountain's hammers have moved, some old guys have been attracted.

They were not sure that there was a spiritual creature protecting the calamity, but the appearance of the monks from Wanxiang Mountain gave them a bit more certainty.

In short, the monks from Wanxiang Mountain are here, and so are we.

All over the land of Xuanyuan, figures were either sneaking or forming cliques, occupying the hills in all directions, looking at the black ball suspended in mid-air in the void.

It’s not that there are monks who want to take advantage of the situation. Since the movement is coming from dozens of areas below, let’s try to look for it below.

But after some investigation, it was discovered that the black airflow had penetrated more than a dozen areas, but the holes it penetrated were covered with dense black runes, and the source was the suspended black ball.

Runes flashed on the surface of the black ball, and the mist rolled, constantly forming a situation where energy was collapsing inside. It was obviously the entrance.

One after another, monks tried, but were overturned by the spiritual restraints released by the black energy.

On this day, a flying boat came from the sky, and the three-character "Wanxiang Mountain" flag on the flying boat sounded loudly, making all the monks gathered around look very ugly.

There are already seven large and small treasure ships and flying boats coming from Wanxiang Mountain. The total number of disciples is more than thirty.

One ship after another, are you finished?

The flying boat arrived in front of the eight-armed hammer, and a monk with a curly beard and a high crown floated out of it.

"Yuan Tianli, the second-ranked elder in the inner sect of Wanxiang Mountain!"

Seeing another Void Refining Dzogchen monk popping out of Wanxiang Mountain, the eyes of the monks present collided in the void.

Wanxiang Mountain is a stick that stirs shit, and there is no secret realm in the Juntian realm that this company doesn't participate in.

The Holy Land is even more shameless than gangs. They don’t even have the skin to compete with small families for food.

Is this shameless? It is shameless!

After Yuan Tianli arrived, he flew in the direction of the black ball with his hands behind his back, and circled the black ball several times, his mind constantly sensing the fused spiritual prison. After some inspection, Yuan Tianli returned to Wang Yuanba again.

"Wait a minute, the spiritual forbidden runes here are weird, I'm a little unsure."

Seeing that the elders of Wanxiang Mountain, the inner mountain elders, all stood guard by the old gods, the other monks could only wait, and some who did not believe in evil tried to forcefully impact the black ball, and then it was knocked away in a spin.

I have been waiting for this for more than twenty years.

Everyone was impatient to wait. Gong Jingzhi kept taking out the fragments from the sleeves of her skirt. Every time, she could feel the fluctuations in the spiritual forbidden chamber, but the entrance would not open.

What kind of broken token are you talking about?

Shen Lian, who was inside the black ball, had his natal talisman array and the entrance spirit taboo integrated into one, carefully exploring the situation within the secret realm.

He is not in a hurry. Why are these fellow Taoists outside anxious?

After the Underworld Spiritual Forbidden City came in, there was an extremely deep passage below. Surrounding the passage were traces of the winding Underworld River, and it was also covered with swaying patterns on the other side.

After passing through this passage, you enter the secret realm.

"This secret realm is too big. If I don't go in, it's unrealistic to fully control it."

"... Even if I go in, it's unrealistic to have complete control... Well, why should I go in... and throw myself into a trap?"

After years of careful observation, Shen Lian has determined that the Huangquan Spiritual Forbidden City at the entrance of the cave is a whole with the other spiritual restraints in the secret realm.

But it is simply unrealistic to control such a large range of spiritual confinement formations within the secret realm.

To be honest, if time hadn't corroded part of the Spiritual Forbidden City, it would be difficult for him to even control the entrance to the Underworld Spiritual Forbidden City.

"These are seventh-level spiritual restraints. There should be no seventh-level Hedao in the secret realm. Otherwise, these spiritual restraints would not be able to trap such a powerful person."

"There is no seventh-level Hedao, which does not mean that there is no danger. These broken spiritual prisons are enough to wipe out any creature below the seventh level."

Shen Lian is still very clear about his own position. It is true that he is already comparable to the seventh-level Hedao, but he is just a Hedao monk who has just entered a single and small rule. After all, he is not a true Hedao monk.

Even the entrance to this secret realm is a seventh-level spiritual ban, which means that it must have been at the seventh level at its peak. At least the method of leaving the mark of Tai Sui on the bodies of Huang Youdao and the four others was the seventh-level secret technique.

"What's the matter? I, Shen, won't go in!"

The purple light on the Talisman Formation Disk shone brightly, and in addition to manifesting the appearance of the Underworld Spiritual Forbidden Formation, it also deduced the appearance of other Spiritual Forbidden Formations bit by bit.

This is Shen Lian's restoration of the formation spirit taboo deep in the secret realm based on a little bit of exploration. Although it is impossible to control the entire spirit taboo, it is still possible to restore and deduce part of the spirit taboo.

When the time comes, based on your own deductions, let Mixunzi try where you are sure, and avoid where you are not sure.

The years of exploring the forbidden areas in the secret realm passed very quickly, and more than twenty years have passed. I don’t know how the Taoist friends outside are feeling. Anyway, Shen Lian has been very fulfilling, and has deduced several places with spiritual forbidden places.

The land of Huai River.

Five figures fell into a place with mountains and rivers covered with dust.

Xiaofeng raised her hands and set up a large formation. This was a sixth-order high-grade Dongxuan Qi spiritual formation. The space created by the formation was more stable.

Huang Youdao and the other two flew into the formation space respectively, far away from each other. A wisp of mana lingered in the dantian of the four of them. If there was any slight movement, the spiritual imprisonment arranged in the dantian would self-destruct.

After settling the four people, Xiaofeng hid the formation and stayed outside. Once something happened, he would detonate the formation.

Dantian plus formation method double destruction.

……

"Finally, we have reached the edge of Juntian Realm."

Sensing that Huang Youdao and the others had settled down, Shen Lian felt a little relieved as he understood the secret spiritual forbidden formation.

After guarding the entrance for decades, the fellow Taoists outside were all impatient.

Look, there are fourteen people in Lianxu Perfection.

It is worthy of being the ancient land of Lingze, the ultimate destination for veteran cultivators.

However, except for the two from Wanxiang Mountain and the palace elders from the Immortal Palace, the remaining eleven monks are all extremely old. Each one of them has lived to the end of his life, and those who are still unwilling to accept the old man come to fight for it. Bundle.

"How many people are allowed in?"

Shen Lian began to think about it. At present, he could find out that there were three spiritual sanctuaries in the secret area. He didn't know where these three places were, so he could only go to the place to confirm.

In this case, if there is really an old monster inside, it will be too conspicuous if Mixunzi goes in by himself.

Therefore, it is better to put a few more people in together, so as to fish in troubled waters.

But people can't put too much in, so as not to create branches.

The entrance to the secret realm has such a forbidden spiritual path that can only be entered but not exited, and there is such a big movement. Normally, it will definitely attract many Void Refining monks.

In addition to the four Huang Youdao with marks on their bodies, what else did they do to attract other Void Refining cultivators?
Blood sacrifice? Devour?

Shen Lian also understood the third-level blood path. In addition to increasing his own essence, the rules of the blood path also have the function of absorbing the essence of other monks for his own use.

Will there be a wave of skeleton-like guys in the secret realm, waiting for food, eagerly waiting for fresh flesh and blood to eat?

In this case, the more monks who enter, the more flesh and blood they will donate.

"Well, Elder Gong must go in, otherwise this fragment will be given to her for free. The combat power is also good. If there is any old guy in the secret realm, he can also be the main thug."

"One from Wanxiang Mountain will also enter."

Just like buying spiritual objects in the market, Shen Lian began to pick and choose.

In the end, twenty-four monks who were in the late stage of Void Refining and who had reached perfection were selected. As for the other monks who wanted to come in, they should just travel at their own expense.

"Mixuzi's clone is out in the open, and I secretly control the spirit formation. Let's do it!"

……

"Where are the people, where are the people, where are the people!"

The huge meat ball rolled and impacted, black gas formed into rolling black clouds, and angry voices continued to echo nearby.

After the black energy rose, it impacted the falling chain above, causing the bell to ring. Thunder struck down one after another, and the ball of flesh exploded into blood mist.

The huge ball of flesh was torn apart by the thunder, revealing the rotten and smelly flesh and blood. It was quickly repaired and then torn apart by the thunder again. This cycle has been repeated countless times.

"Why has the Tai Sui mark disappeared? I can no longer sense it."

"I can't sense it either."

"Why didn't any living thing come in?"

The voices in the meat ball sounded one after another, with confusion and anger in their voices.

"Did you notice it?"

"Impossible. You Lun Tai Sui is a seventh-level elixir, and it has been nourished with the flesh and blood of you and me. Unless it is a seventh-level Hedao, it is impossible for those few people from thousands of years ago to detect the existence of the mark."

"Then I can't sense any breath."

The sound in the meat ball became silent.

Trapped here, they don't know what's going on outside.

"The evil obstacles are all yours!"

After a long period of silence, the flesh ball suddenly cracked open, and a thick, smelly blood spurted out, blasting towards the ancient clock hanging above.

The bell buzzed, and silver lightning poured down from the sky, defeating the blood stain in the air, and then crackling down downwards, causing the divine thoughts in the flesh ball to waver and curse.

As the electric light flashed, the black mist dispersed, revealing a square tower that looked like a sharp sword.

The tower is a withered white color, with black traces permeating the cracked lines, and is as tall as a mountain.

There is a chain as thick as a thunder dragon hanging from the top of each tower. A total of four chains hang from the top of the four towers, and a large bell is tied in the middle.

Further outside, there is a vast expanse of mountainous land, but the area is dry and devoid of any vegetation. Further away, you can see the broken void space, swallowing up the surrounding edges bit by bit.

Spiritual taboos flashed out from time to time in various areas. Some places were like towers, and some were like long snakes. But none of them were intact, and they were all in a more or less broken state.

Broken spiritual prisons collided in the void, causing a scene of sparks flying from time to time.

……

"Why won't you let me in?"

At the entrance, there was a roar, and a black-robed figure rushed towards the manifested position of the Changhe Spiritual Forbidden City, and was immediately swept aside by the waves, and the magic power on his body was quickly decomposed.

Unwilling to do so, the black robe tried several times in succession, but was blown away every time.

This monk was not alone in this scene. Many monks around him tried to rush towards the entrance of the black ball, but the black ball that had obviously spawned a vortex inward blocked them from the outside.

People who didn't believe in evil kept trying and being bounced out.

The disciples of Wanxiang Mountain, who had previously clamored to dominate the secret realm, chose to ignore their previous words after seeing so many late-stage Void Refining and Perfection cultivators.

They Wanxiangshan are a bit reckless, but they are not stupid.

But I didn't expect that at the entrance of the secret realm, people are watching people placing dishes. Some people can enter, and some people can't. It's like someone is deliberately watching. Isn't it annoying?

……

"Eight-Armed Hammer, you are very powerful and you are one of my own. Go over there. I will definitely use you when I become Hedao."

Shen Lian, who controls the entrance spiritual taboo, has already thoroughly understood all the spiritual taboos on the Underworld Forbidden Road. At this moment, he directly selected the manpower to start a more precise fixed-point teleportation.

The secret territory is vast, and there are many places where spiritual forbidden areas exist. He has identified three of them, and the rest are unclear.

If you don’t bother other fellow Taoists, why don’t you go there yourself?
"Fellow Taoist Palace, women are not allowed to be inferior to men. The atmosphere in this place is a bit strange. Go and have a look."

"This old man has a big beard. I will arrange a lighter place for you.

"You go……"

The secret realm is vast, and although he has not fully explored it, Shen Lian also senses that the aura in the deepest part of the secret realm is the most difficult to detect, and he can only feel the surge of thunderous aura.

Leave this place alone for now.

"Exploration of the secret realm begins now!"

Shen Lian said leisurely, how could he sense the remaining spiritual restraints faster without a fight?

"Go to that tower first!"

After arranging positions for other fellow Taoists, Shen Lian would not treat himself badly and chose a place for Mixuzi where the spiritual object was most likely to appear.

Most of the tower-shaped buildings of the sect are related to the Sutra Pavilion and Treasure House, so naturally, good places should be reserved for yourself.

Mixunzi came from a distance, turned into a stream of light, and rushed into the black ball channel in the horrified eyes of many monks, making many monks' eyes turn red.

Why can they get in!
There is a shady story!
After rushing into the black ball, Mixuzi suddenly felt his body begin to fall, and the streams of light in front of his eyes began to retreat rapidly.

Seeing Mixunzi entering the secret realm, Shen Lian was still a little uneasy. After all, he was going deep into a tiger's den, and his avatar was also a human being. He was a very emotional deity.

It’s really hard for monks in the Juntian realm to get some sheltered spiritual objects. They don’t even have enough, and there are monks in the Haotian realm who come down to snatch them away.

Fortunately, he has control over part of the spiritual confinement, and he is between the secret realm and the spiritual lake. The connection with Mixunzi has always remained intact.

Mixuzi walked all the way through the Underworld Spiritual Forbidden City, and the Spiritual Forbidden City in front of him surged like a tide, dragging his body out of the passage and heading towards the tower-shaped Spiritual Forbidden City.

The reason why other monks can accurately fall where they should fall is due to Shen Lian. Without him controlling the Underworld Spiritual Forbidden City, these people would just fall randomly.

The Underworld Spiritual Forbidden City was like a long river crossing the sky, and the surrounding space was twisted and winding. After a dozen breaths, Mixunzi staggered and fell from the Underworld Spiritual Forbidden City, and then fell downwards.

Boom!

After landing on the ground, a cloud of dust was thrown up, and he rolled a few times before regaining his balance. Ignoring the dirt on his body, Mixunzi began to calm down.

Very good, still in touch with me.

"What a huge stone tower."

After calming his mind, Mixunzi looked at the towering stone tower a hundred miles away in front of him.

The tower-like spiritual ban that I saw before was actually manifested by the runes carved on this stone tower. The entire stone tower was in a tilted state, as if it had been impacted by energy.

"Yuanci Ten Thousand Layers Tower!"

After walking around, I found a broken plaque and vaguely recognized the name of the tower.

It was not the Sutra Pavilion or the Treasure House, which made Shen Lian a little disappointed.

This is a gravity tower, which should be a place to assist monks in understanding the rules of gravity.

There are no places dedicated to assisting monks in understanding the power of the Great Rules, not even Juntian Pavilion and Wanxiang Mountain.

Raising his hand, he lifted up a piece of gravel and rushed towards the interior of the Ten Thousand Layers Tower. The stone flew in and fell to the ground. The remaining spirit ban did not attack.

Obviously, although the spiritual prison here was very powerful before, after destruction and time erosion, its power has dropped to a very low level.

As he raised his hand, another puppet figure was released and walked towards the tower.

After double inspection, Mixunzi entered the tower.
At a glance, the ground was full of scattered bones. The robes and bones had been piled together. It was obvious that it had been too long and even the flesh and blood had weathered.

On the ground and walls, various fifth- and sixth-order gravity attribute ores are inlaid according to the formation layout. Some of them can also be used as auxiliary materials for refining seventh-order gravity spiritual treasures.

Mixunzi searched all the way and came to the top of the stone tower.

There is a base here, with a hundred-foot-sized hill on top of it, flashing with colorful magnetic light, forming a circle of lustrous fields, randomly colliding with the broken spiritual taboos around it.

"Seventh level Xuanzhong magnetite!"

Mixunzi, who had already felt the aura of gravity, also had a guess in his mind. When he saw the colorful hills, he couldn't help but breathe heavily.

Such a large piece of seventh-level ore can not only create a gravity magneto-optical array, but it is also the main material of a gravity-attribute spiritual treasure, which is enough to create a seventh-level gravity-attribute spiritual treasure.

……

at the same time.

In another valley in the secret realm, the crackling spiritual ban exploded like a long dragon. Gong Jingzhi's body was filled with mysterious water drops, suppressing all the incoming spiritual bans, but the spiritual bans from all directions washed over her like an endless stream.

"town!"

The light flashed back in Gong Jingzhi's hand, and the hosta quickly turned into a thousand-foot-sized mountain of hairpins, and suddenly fell down.

Rumble!
The surrounding void became dark, and the spiritual restraints in all directions were shattered by the gravity technique that merged with the mountains and rivers.

However, before Gong Jingzhi could react, more fragmented and endless spiritual restraints surged out from the valley, frantically impacting the Gravity Mysterious Water, wiping out the breath of Gravity bit by bit.

The hosta buzzed, and countless gravitational mysterious light surged out, sweeping away the surrounding spiritual restrictions.

"Master, leave this valley first. There are too many broken souls here."

But as soon as Gong Jingzhi raised her foot, endless turbid air suddenly erupted from the four previously silent holes around the valley.

"How can there be turbidity here!"

Gong Jingzhi was shocked, wasn't this thing banned in Xiajuntian?

"Master, what the hell is this place? Why doesn't the token respond?"

……

"Boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

"Eight arms to catch the hammer!"

In another place, a rough voice roared, and the hammer shadows all over the sky continued to hit, shattering the spiritual restraints on all sides.

The moment the broken spiritual restraint dispersed, a long dragon of gray turbid air like a mountain surged out.

"The turbid air takes shape!
Seeing this, Wang Yuanba's blood as blazing as the ocean surged out, and his eight-armed magical power evolved. He swung a sledgehammer and smashed the huge waves of turbid air with thunderous force.

But then his figure was submerged by the billowing turbid air. He staggered out of the dragon's tail and rushed into the collapsed hall at the end.

After a moment, Wang Yuanba rushed out, holding a large cauldron with a broken leg in his hand.

"His grandma's. After swinging it for a long time, he broke the cauldron."

"Crack!"

Perhaps because of the shaking, the joint between the other leg held by Wang Yuanba and the tripod body broke apart, and the tripod body fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Damn it, you won't even give me a piece of broken cauldron!"

……

"Next place!"

In the secret realm, Mixunzi put away the seventh-order Xuanzhong magneto-optical stone and headed to the next place according to the guidance of the deity.

"We bypass the mountain ahead and are blocked by the spirit ban."

"It's one hundred feet high, and there are spiritual restraints above and below."

"You can reach it just through this mountain range. The spiritual forbidden place hidden in the heart of the mountain may be a treasure house."

(End of this chapter)