The lake was opened in both directions, and the crack was getting bigger and deeper, and Fang Ming's eyes were also staring at this crack tightly, wanting to see clearly the existence under the crack for the first time.

However, in this crack, there was a golden light flickering, these golden lights crisscrossed and criss-crossed, and Fang Ming's line of sight could not see through the golden light at all.

"Purr Gliku ......"

The Duobao Ghost Master on the side had a solemn expression at the moment, chanting a spell in his mouth, and his body was shaking slightly, opening the entrance to the Heavenly Burial Mountain was not an easy thing for him.

"Dolinau Yard Cheek ......"

In the end, as a roar from the Duobao Ghost Master came out, his entire face was also extremely red, and then he stomped his right foot, and the entire lake suddenly spun.

Two whirlpools appeared on the surface of the lake on both sides of the crack, and the whirlpools became bigger and bigger, stirring all the lake water, and even the cracks began to twist, until finally they became a Taiji pattern, the cracks were the Arowana line in the Taiji, and the two whirlpools were black and white.

One of the eighteen waterfalls also had a vision of the water flowing backwards at this moment, and the waterfall turned into a water dragon that swept towards Fang Ming, wrapping Fang Ming in it in an instant, and then roaring towards the bottom of the crack.

The water dragon was constantly weakening when he touched the golden nets made of those golden lights, but Fang Ming in the water dragon was frightened, even if it was through the water dragon, he could also feel the strength of these golden nets, if it was him, I was afraid that if his body touched it, he would either die or be injured.

If Fang Ming is compared to a mosquito, then the net organized by these golden rays is a mosquito swatter, and the role of this water dragon is to protect Fang Ming.

The water dragon kept shrinking under the collision with the golden net, and Fang Ming's body was also constantly falling towards the crack, and in the end, even Fang Ming didn't know how deep he had fallen, because the speed of the water dragon had no reference at all.

On both sides there was a deep lake, without any animals, and if there was any, it was a golden net that appeared every three seconds.

When the water dragon collided with the golden net for the last time, it finally dissipated completely, but fortunately, the golden net was gone, and all that was in front of Fang Ming was boundless darkness and depth.

Rumble!

Until the end, Fang Ming felt a flower in front of him, an extreme white light flashed, and then a roar came, and the whole person lost consciousness.

Above the lake, looking at the lake that had already regained its tranquility, Duobao Ghost Master's expression became very complicated, and he looked at the sky and muttered to himself: "I don't know if the old man is right or wrong to do this time, and I can't even guess the prophecy, how many secrets there are on his body?"

……

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I going to do?

The moment Fang Ming woke up, he immediately asked himself which question was the most philosophical, and it wasn't until he regained his clarity that he began to look around.

In front of Fang Ming, there is a towering mountain, until the clouds, the whole mountain is full of majestic atmosphere, standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up at the peak, you will find how small you are.

"Is this the Heavenly Burial Mountain, a mountain born under a lake? Or is this a secret space?"

Fang Ming's face showed a look of thought, if this mountain was in the real world, then how could the mountain under the lake appear in the clouds, so there was only one explanation, the place where he was now was another space, a secret realm independent of the real world.

The secret realm is the name of some independent spaces by the people in the cultivation world, and the formation of the secret realm is roughly divided into two kinds according to the analysis of the people in the cultivation world, one is those who are created by the great powers, just like the heavenly court above the thirty-three heavens mentioned in Taoism, the Western Elysium preached by Buddhism.

But Heavenly Court and Western Elysium were created by two of the most mythical powers, and of course, the Western Kingdom of God, and there were other secret realms besides these secret realms, but they were not so famous.

In addition to the creation of secret realms by great powers, there is also a kind of natural formation, which is rarer and more unique, like the news that was once reported but was quickly erased by certain forces.

The lava world beneath the volcano, the kingdom covered in snow and ice, and the space beneath the deep sea......

These secret realms formed by a specific environment are what many cultivators want to explore, because there are some extremely rare but extremely precious resources in them.

On the contrary, if the secret realms created by those great powers, if they were not sure that there was something they wanted in this secret realm, ordinary cultivators would not specifically look for them, for the simple reason that this kind of secret realm was quite a powerful home.

Who doesn't know how to decorate their home? Ordinary people also know how to install a security door or an iron door to prevent the bad guys from intruding and stealing, let alone those powers.

Almost all powerful secret realms have means of guarding, and after ordinary cultivators enter, let alone get opportunities and good things, I'm afraid they won't even be able to save their lives.

Retracting his gaze from the top of the mountain, Fang Ming looked ahead, his brows furrowed, there were white bones in front of him, these people all fell to the ground, it was obvious that they could turn into white bones at least and they had been dead for a long time.

"Where will Ling Wei be?"

Fang Ming's eyes searched around, a few days after Ling Wei came in, he shouldn't be going far as an ordinary person, Fang Ming immediately took out a piece of yellow paper from his arms, folded it into the shape of a butterfly, and then pinched the trick with both hands, chanting a spell in his mouth.

Ling Wei's birthday was written on this yellow paper, and in addition to Ling Wei's hair, he found it from Ling Chuchu, but after the spell was recited, the paper butterfly still didn't react at all.

After trying twice in a row, Fang Ming could finally determine that the rules of the Great Dao in this place were different from those of the outside world, and the spells that could be used by the outside world were invalid here.

"No wonder this is the holy land of the Eighteen Villages, if you don't guess wrong, it is estimated that only Gu magic can be used here, so if there is an outsider who breaks in, it will become an ordinary person, and it will not cause damage here at all. ”

Fang Ming said to himself, although he didn't think that under such a mysterious and complicated way of opening the entrance, there would be outsiders to break in, but the same methods of those extremely strong people were also beyond his imagination, and maybe there was a way to force them in.

"There is no trace of Ling Wei at the foot of the mountain, obviously he has climbed it. ”

Just swept around, Fang Ming had a general judgment in his heart, and he didn't hesitate, and walked directly towards the peak.

The Heavenly Burial Mountain is very large and tall, but it is very flat to walk on, but Fang Ming soon found a strange place, that is, the higher he goes, the fewer trees there are, he has only climbed for an hour, and there are only some sparse grass and trees on the mountain except for the rocks, and they are not lush and tall.

"Strange, even if I can't use the power of a wizard, I shouldn't be so tired. ”

For an hour, Fang Ming found that he was a little short of breath, which was a sign of exhaustion, but with his physical fitness, even if he climbed Mount Everest, it was impossible to be a little tired, not to mention that the mountain was still so flat at the moment.

"Maybe it's because the rules of the avenue in this world are different, and even the strength of my body has been weakened. ”

Fang Ming continued to walk, and found a lot of corpses along the way, some of these corpses had been completely turned into white bones, and some of them still had their clothes, but they all had a common feature, that is, they were all old men.

The teeth in the bones were all lost, and the white hair of the corpses also indicated the age of the deceased.

"Heavenly Burial Mountain is the holy land of the Eighteen Villages, only the candidates for the ghost master and the owner of the village can come in, is it possible that the Eighteen Villages are also engaged in the old man system, and those candidates are not young?"

Fang Minghu was suspicious, and his intuition told him that something was vaguely wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he had to be more cautious.

After three hours, there was no vegetation left on the mountain, only bare rocks, which were so uneven that one would not fall or have no way to walk if one walked on them with care.

At the same time, Fang Ming also saw a figure appear in front of him, an old man wearing modern clothes, but leaning over and with most white hair, was slowly climbing towards the front.

"Senpai!"

After hesitating for a moment, Fang Ming finally shouted, in his opinion, this should be the candidate for the owner of the eighteen villages.

When the shout came out, the figure paused, and at the same time turned his head, revealing a wrinkled face, but at first glance, Fang Ming could tell that this was an old man in his fifties.

It's just that this face looks a little familiar.

However, when the old man responded, Fang Ming's whole person froze.

"You...... Who are you? Damn, why do you look so similar to Fang Ming's guy, but Fang Ming is a little older, you won't be Fang Ming's brother. ”

The voice was the voice of a person in his fifties, but this tone and this words, who else but Ling Wei would say that?

Almost the next moment, Fang Ming stretched out his hand and touched his face, and when he put his hand down, the expression on his face was full of horror, and the gaze that looked at Ling Wei was also complicated.

"I am Fang Ming. ”

Answering Ling Wei's words, Fang Ming's tone was dark, he finally knew why all he saw along the way were the corpses of old men, not because these people were old people when they died, but because this mountain was depriving people of their vitality.

No wonder the grass and trees are becoming more and more scarce the higher you go, and in the end you can't even see a single weed, how much stronger is the vitality of people compared to the plants and trees, but people can't bear it, let alone the grass and trees.

"You are Fang Ming?" Ling Wei stared at Fang Ming with suspicion, a little disbelief, and asked, "Why are you like being more than ten years old?"

Fang Ming looked at Ling Wei with a deep gaze, he really wanted to say, I'm only ten years old, look at yourself.

PS; It's a new week, and I'm asking for a recommendation ticket!