After burying the dead ghost, Qin Yang did not rush to leave, but stayed on the back of the mountain bag, calmed down, and studied the formation forbidden cultivation codex carefully.

Even though all the content has been poured into my mind, it is like what I have learned, but I can learn it and I can use it flexibly, which are completely different things.

The formation is forbidden, learning is just an entry, the use is the key, and the most important thing is that the level of this dead ghost is not particularly high, Qin Yang speculated that his level, put it in the Thief Door Hidden Scripture Pavilion, is almost a three-story high level.

It is not easy to integrate these things, especially with the cultivation of foundation building, after the integration of many methods of breaking the formation and dismantling the prohibition, there is no way to use them, so they can only decompose and reduce all the methods to the point where they can be used flexibly by the foundation building monks.

Coming here, Qin Yang didn't underestimate it at all, in fact, if it weren't for this coincidence, he would definitely not have come.

How dangerous it is here, Qin Yang knows it in his heart.

It's really here, what to do, how to advance, Qin Yang also thinks about it.

The original plan was to slowly advance inward, combined with the map, to find the safest road, and as for the mausoleums seen along the way, they would not be cracked......

However, now the strength of the formation prohibition can barely be regarded as touching the height of a three-story building from one floor to three floors in an instant, but Qin Yang's mind suddenly became calm, and for a month in a row, he did not rush inward again.

It took a month to barely integrate the Formation Forbidden Cultivation Codex.

This thing is precious, he is not explaining a formation, a prohibition, there are completely explained formation prohibitions, there are only a handful, but fundamentally, to tell the composition, principle, fit, and evolution of the formation prohibition.

The one-yuan heavy water array that he learned before was about how to arrange the formation and how to control it, but Qin Yang didn't know why he did this or that, but he didn't know why.

This codex, what is taught is to know why it is, what is taught is only a method and foundation, even if he sees a new formation now, Qin Yang can also deduce and crack it from the most basic place in turn, as long as there is enough time, it is only a matter of time to understand everything about the formation clearly.

It was precisely because of these things that Qin Yang became more cautious in his heart, feeling that the danger in the ancestral tomb was much greater than he imagined.

The real thing is that if you are not careful, you will die and be completely buried here.

Of course, a month has passed, Qin Yang has also thought a lot, and his doubts have become more and more intense.

It stands to reason that after the death of the monks, most of them should be completely dead, and their cultivation will come to naught, and they will return to heaven and earth, and their souls may die, they may be naturalized in heaven and earth, and they may enter the legendary reincarnation.

There are only a very small number of powerful monks, after death, the consciousness is not dispersed, the divine power is not reduced, after the burial of themselves, some strong people, even tens of thousands of years of consciousness will not be extinguished, and even more, the layout is successful before death, it is impossible to say that they can still give birth to life from their own corpses, and come back to life.

But these, it stands to reason that they have nothing to do with the previous dead ghosts, and with his strength, it is definitely not enough to hold on for so long, and even the chance of surviving is very slim.

However, he was able to devour the vitality and blood of the living and revive his own flesh and blood, which was obviously unreasonable, because the Shenhai Cultivator was definitely not so strong!

Thinking about it like this, all the problems point to one point, the Magic Stone Ancestral Tomb itself is too weird, and this secret realm itself is too weird.

A month passed, Qin Yang walked down the mountain bag, did not rush to continue moving, but turned his head and stepped on the mountain bag on the left.

Many of the formation prohibitions here have completely failed with the passage of time, and the foundation of the dug up formations is also decaying, only the tomb gate, and the intact prohibitions, these prohibitions are not protective prohibitions, but the purest trapped formations.

From the outside, anyone can go in, but after entering, if you want to come out again, you can only break the ban.

Qin Yang stood outside the tomb door, muttering for a long time, the divine light in his eyes was shining, his eyes turned into lamps, and when he looked again, he saw that the tomb door was densely packed, and the halo of dim Dao patterns and runes were superimposed and intertwined, colluding with each other, like a complex net, superimposed on more than a dozen layers, and each layer was related to each other, and the whole body was moved.

If you want to crack it from the outside, you have to determine the order and method of cracking the last layer in one go when you crack the first layer, otherwise, maybe you will find that it is a dead end when you crack it in the end.

Just like three-dimensional Sudoku, it may be that the previous filling is very smooth, but when it comes to the last few numbers, it is found that it is wrong no matter what, so all the previous efforts will come to naught, and all of them are wrong.

The same is true for breaking this superimposed prohibition, there are countless paths that seem to be correct, but there are only a few, and even only one is correct.

That's where it's hardest.

The divine light in Qin Yang's eyes was intertwined, turning into countless Dao pattern runes intertwined, from the most basic part, step by step backwards to prohibit the formation.

Three hours later, Qin Yang closed his eyes, rubbed his sour eyes, and after a while, he opened his eyes again, and with a flick of his ten fingers, his fingertips outlined the Dao pattern runes, constantly imprinting into the prohibition.

The rune patterns with a light purple halo seemed to be bubbling springs, slowly rippling from Qin Yang's fingertips.

The tomb door is forbidden, it is like a labyrinth of thousands of mountains, frozen snowfields, and is slowly crossed and melted by this weak lilac spring.

This is the stupid method used by Qin Yang, the most basic method of cracking, the most complicated but the most safe, known as the method that will never be wrong, only the level of one floor, will use this method, the real master of this way, between the waves, to break the ban, here more than a dozen layers of prohibition collusion, also as fragile as a piece of paper.

Qin Yang does know other methods, advanced methods, but he still thinks in his heart that it is good to lay a solid foundation first.

After another hour, all the prohibitions on the tomb door finally dissipated completely.

"Boom ......"

With the subsequent dissolution of the prohibition, the tomb door made of dark iron was like rotten wood, shattering and turning into powder.

Qin Yang stepped on it, and after an instant, he withdrew from a distance of dozens of zhang, quietly watching the changes in the tomb door.

The air inside was so lifeless that it turned into black and gray smoke that kept escaping, but it was not much higher than the outside, and there was only an endless dead silence, and nothing else came out of it.

Qin Yang frowned slightly, and waited for another half an hour before stepping into the tomb.

The moment he entered, Qin Yang paused, and a chill grew all over his body.

There was chaos in the tomb, the coffin was broken, the ground was covered with dust, and everything inside was gone.

Only on the front wall, some handwriting that seemed to be snapped out of fingernails, Qin Yang's eyes were sore and stabbed, and it seemed that the person who carved these handwritings had poured all his spirit into it in order to leave these handwritings.

ridicule, resentment, hatred, unwillingness......

All five thoughts.

"Big joke! Joke! Joke!"