Immortal and Demon Cultivation

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Ye Xiaochuan overlooked a very important detail.

Color.

When he first came in, the pagoda was dark blue.

In Meng Po's Shura Book, it is also clearly recorded that this tower is a demon-suppressing tower, blue, made of hell fluorite, which can change time and space.

However, the color of the pagoda at this moment is blue-black.

This is also why Ye Xiaochuan just thought of Wangcai and Datou fighting, and whoever loses will be thrown into the Youquan Pagoda to suppress him for tens of thousands of years, and then he remembered the record of this tower in the Shura Book.

Ye Xiaochuan thought carefully and confirmed one thing, that is, the change of the color of the pagoda occurred when the nine gates were opened.

Before he solved the secret of the suicide map, the pagoda was still dark blue.

There are two different colors of pagodas?

Ye Xiaochuan doubted this.

Since the Shura Book clearly records that this tower is blue, it doesn't make sense that it will turn blue-black after the nine gates are opened.

There must be something wrong with the procedure.

Ye Xiaochuan quickly locked his eyes on the strange magic array. This magic array was triggered when the Yinyue Jade Coin opened the jade mechanism. The area of ​​the magic array was very large, covering almost every corner of the Xuanxu Realm, including the tower of the Youquan Pagoda, which was also marked with dense magic array lines.

If there was no problem with the pagoda itself, then it must be related to the mysterious magic array left by the Wood God.

Thinking of this, he reached out and gently touched the lines of the magic array.

Ye Xiaochuan had studied this magic array before. The array diagram and the array eye were not engraved, but more like soluble luminous ink painted on, and then integrated with the Xuanxu Realm.

When the Yinyue Jade Coin opened this magic array, the lines of the magic array were also below the stone slab.

Ye Xiaochuan had some understanding of the magic array, but he couldn't understand this magic array.

But he always had a very familiar feeling, as if he had seen a similar magic array before.

He tried hard to recall the knowledge of the formation that the old man Zhuxin and Situ Feng had taught him, but he couldn't find any records about this formation, so Ye Xiaochuan didn't take it seriously.

At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan's fingers gently touched the lines of the formation, slowly sliding along the lines of the formation diagram, and finally his fingers fell on a place where multiple lines of the formation converged on the pagoda. This should be a formation eye of the formation.

The world constructed by the Xuanxu Pearl suppressed everyone's cultivation, but it could not suppress the spiritual power of the cultivators.

That is, the power of the soul.

So Ye Xiaochuan urged the power of the soul and slowly penetrated into the formation eye.

He could feel a subtle energy fluctuation, not strong.

Just when Ye Xiaochuan was about to take back the power of the soul, suddenly, the spiritual power fluctuation in the formation eye, which was not strong at first, suddenly increased dozens of times.

A mysterious suction came from the formation eye.

Ye Xiaochuan was shocked and wanted to take back his fingers and his spiritual power, but it was useless.

The suction force was still increasing. Ye Xiaochuan felt that his body was about to be sucked into the eye of the formation, which was only the size of a child's fist. His whole body was in great pain.

He wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound.

The next moment, Ye Xiaochuan was sucked into a vortex.

This vortex was like a time and space door to another world, which was colorful.

Ye Xiaochuan's body lost control and fell rapidly at a speed that surpassed everything.

He was shocked and called Ye Cha and others in his heart, but no one responded.

At this time, Ye Xiaochuan calmed down.

Ye Cha, Xiao Feng and others all lived in his soul sea, but now he couldn't get in touch with them, so there was only one possibility.

What was sucked in was not his physical body, but his soul!

This may be the key to cracking the Youquan Pagoda!

Thinking of this, Ye Xiaochuan stopped struggling and let his body fall rapidly.

His guess was not wrong. At this moment, his physical body was still standing under the Youquan Pagoda in the Xuanxu Realm, keeping the action of reaching out to touch the lines of the formation diagram on the tower.

But no one noticed that Ye Xiaochuan was just a body without a soul at this moment.

Ye Xiaochuan's soul was like a stone in free fall, falling straight down with acceleration.

All he could see was the colorful space stream.

This space-time channel seemed endless.

I don't know how long it took, maybe an incense stick, maybe an hour, Ye Xiaochuan had already lost the concept of time.

Suddenly, the strong suction force showed a tendency to weaken.

Slowly, Ye Xiaochuan could control his body.

When he stabilized his body, the surrounding scenery suddenly turned to one side.

The colorful space disappeared, replaced by an extremely desolate and lifeless world.

There was a blood-red sun hanging above his head, and the sunlight shining on his body did not make people feel warm, but instead a trace of coldness.

The world under his feet was even more terrifying and weird.

The desolate wasteland with no edge visible at a glance was the kind where no grass grew.

In the endless desolation, there was an extremely huge blood-red vortex.

The vortex was really huge. Ye Xiaochuan looked down from above and saw that the diameter was at least over a hundred miles.

The dark vortex slowly rotated, and terrifying, eerie, and desperate screams came from the blood-red vortex.

Ye Xiaochuan slowly flew closer, and his body suddenly froze.

In the bloody vortex with a diameter of more than a hundred miles, countless Yin spirits and ghosts were struggling. A rough estimate was that the number of Yin spirits definitely exceeded hundreds of millions. These Yin spirits don't know how long they have been trapped in the bloody vortex. They tried hard to climb out of the bloody vortex, but they were firmly attracted by the suction of the vortex and could not climb out at all. Looking from above, they could only see countless pale

His arms were constantly protruding from the blood in layers.

There is a similar bloody vortex in Ye Xiaochuan's Jue of Immortality, but the Yin spirits imprisoned in the Jue of Immortality are not even a drop in the bucket compared to the number of Yin spirits in front of him.

"What place is this? Did I die? My soul came to the underworld?"

This thought came to Ye Xiaochuan's mind.

But it feels wrong.

There is only a whirlpool of blood here that imprisons countless Yin spirits. If it is really the Six Paths of Reincarnation Pond, there should be the River of Huangquan next to it, the Naihe Bridge, and the old woman selling spicy soup on the bridge.

Just when he was confused, a man's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Xiaoshan, you are finally here."

Ye Xiaochuan heard this and looked back.

I saw an elegant young man in a green shirt standing behind me at some point.

The young man's skin was slightly darker, his hair was tied up in a crown, his facial features were straight, his face was as sharp as a knife, and he exuded an aura of greatness similar to that of Confucianism.

Ye Xiaochuan felt that this person looked very familiar.

When he thought about it carefully, he was shocked. He shouted out loud: "Mu Shen?"