"Sword?" Left Night grabbed back and removed the sword embryo tied to his back. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info [Burn^Text^Library][]. [774] [buy]. [ ] Some of his memories had been erased for some reason, that is, after teleporting from the small island, he had no idea where he went, who he met, and what he had done. However, seeing this sword, Zuo Ye put down all his thoughts. Maybe it doesn't matter where you've been, just like the advice that always echoes in your ears, if you refine this sword successfully, all your doubts and mysteries will be answered in the future.

Putting the sword embryo back on his back, Zuo Ye crawled out of the pit. Looking around, I didn't find the monk's breath, but how did the flesh and blood fragments in the giant pit come from.

I didn't know the situation, so I simply went to the exit to find Zuo Simu and them first. The Chaos Wasteland did not flow at the same speed as the Heavens, and although his memory had been erased, the vague concept of only scaly claws still existed. Before leaving Fangcun Island, there were still two days before the end of the first round of the Six Dao Martial Arts, but he vaguely remembered that he had spent more than a month in the otherworldly space.

Zuo Ye frowned slightly, if this was the case, it would be really troublesome. Turning to leave, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a black shadow flickering beyond the jungle. There was a call in my heart, and the originally anxious mood suddenly calmed down.

"There?" The golden flame in his eyes flashed, and when the clouds and dust rose again, the person had disappeared in place.

The dilapidated black stone altar stands between heaven and earth, the stone steps are threefold, only a few zhang square, but the simple vicissitudes of life exuded by the altar are like the old man who has been alone for thousands of years under the wind and rain of the years, the loneliness, loneliness, perseverance, pathos, transcendence of heaven and earth, immortality and eternity. The altar is dotted with ebony poles, which are self-contained and natural. The broken array flag tied to the pole has been shattered into strips of cloth with age.

Zuo Ye stood in front of the altar and watched, this altar gave him the feeling that it was far from the mystery of the breath, but more like the inheritance of the Tao and the bearing of civilization.

"What a mysterious power." No longer hesitating, Zuo Ye stepped forward. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped on the first step of the black stone, the black stone steps shook a small amount of dust, and the golden divine pattern spread from his feet to the entire altar, causing a huge vibration.

But the tremor lasted only a few moments before it fell silent again.

"Huh?"

Zuo Ye was a little suspicious of the changes in the altar, and tried a few more steps but found that the altar had not changed at all. He simply stepped directly onto the altar, which was empty, and was made of black stone in an octagonal shape to gather inward, and finally there was a round eye in the center. Seeing that round eye, Zuo Ye knew where the problem was. It turns out that this altar has worn away over time, and some of the patterns have been worn away.

And this round eye with a diameter of one meter is the hub of this altar, sitting next to the round eye, the left night to understand the vicissitudes of the ancient years accumulated by the altar.

It is not difficult to communicate with the altar, perhaps it has something to do with the fact that he is a desolate god. Remembering the incarnation altar tastes the loneliness and loneliness of the years. This is an altar used by the Wu clan to worship. Through the sacrifice of ancient gods, the blessings and gifts of the gods can be obtained. This altar, also known as the Witch God Bone Altar, is said to be able to communicate with the bone clan of the Netherworld to conclude a contract and achieve psychic.

Psychic is a relatively rare Dao technique in the modern world, using the Heavenly Dao Contract as a medium to connect with each other, and you can summon each other regardless of the realm and be sent by it.

However, there are many dangers and disadvantages to using psychic magic.

When making a contract, the psychic leaves a soul mark on the soul of the other party. At this time, it is also the time when the souls of the two are connected, if the soul power of the psychic is too strong or the opportunity to attack, it will lead to the soul backlash and the psychic fails. Moreover, spiritism has great limitations, it is connected with the totem pattern of all races, and the heavenly road contract completed by the psychic is also an alternative 'dao pattern', once it is concluded with a certain race, it cannot contract other spiritual objects at the same time.

Rao is like this, and the psychic technique is also one of the powerful means of the monk's fighting method.

Zuo Ye didn't expect that there was actually a psychic altar here, but it was quite tricky to wear out the Dao patterns. If Qi Xinghe, Zhang Zhixin and others get this altar, if there is no other means, this altar is just a pile of stones.

However, for Zuo Ye, who has a strong resonance with the Ancient Secret Text and has mastered the anti-heaven magic techniques such as the Secret Pattern, it is impossible to completely repair it to his realm, but it is still possible to restore the short-term connection.

Time is running out, after all, the time he has entered the Wind and Fire Forest Mountain Realm this time is 'too long', and he must cut through the chaos quickly.

The consciousness is swaying, because it is only the realm of quenching the body, but the consciousness of Zuo Ye is not worse than the realm of the Xuangong. With his sense of the Heavenly and Heavenly Dao Patterns and the casting of the Secret Patterns of Magic, the divine patterns under his fingertips were like resurrected spirit snakes wandering in chaos.

Since entering the Wind and Fire Forest Mountain Realm, Zuo Ye has experienced several life and death crises, and his consciousness has also been greatly improved in the land of millions of miles of fog.

The work of repairing the road pattern lasted for most of the hour, but Zuo Ye did not feel tired at all. This kind of consumption is unbearable even for the monks of the Three Palaces.

At the moment when the restoration of the Dao pattern was completed, a strong earthquake erupted from the entire altar, and the vast fluctuations swept across the forest sea. Whether it is Yue Bing, who is still evading the pursuit, or Zhang Zhixin, who is frantically chasing, and others are attracted by this wave of Taoism.

"In that direction? Is it an altar? Yue Bing, who was hiding behind the giant tree, was surprised, she didn't expect that the seemingly abandoned altar would suddenly have such an astonishing fluctuation.

Zhang Zhixin gritted his teeth for a while, "Ge Laozi, didn't you arrange for people to guard around the altar?" Who triggered the altar? Ignoring Zhang Zhixin's madness, at this time, Zuo Ye's mind was attracted by the dim pillar of light emitted by the round eyes of the altar, like a dark green ghost flame confined in the hearth.

Consciousness was teleported into a dark world by a pillar of light, and the gloomy sky was covered with eternal lead clouds, and the thunder rolled above the clouds, and the blood-colored flashes dyed the lead clouds a hint of crimson.

The vast land does not grow a single inch of grass, and does not show a trace of vitality, this is the end of life, the ultimate belonging of ghosts - the ghost world.

The dark and barren land is floating with the unique ghost aura of the ghost world, and many unconscious ghosts are wandering in groups, they are the lowest existence in the ghost world, without the slightest cultivation, just pure energy bodies.

The incarnation of Zuo Ye's Mind swept through the ghost realm more than half of the realm, and finally landed in a wasteland of bones. Some people may think that the ghost world is the world of all ghosts, but they don't know that in addition to ghosts, there are also natives of the ghost world and all kinds of ghouls and skeletons.

The Bone Clan is one of the three clans of the Ghost Realm, and with the psychic power of the altar, Zuo Ye happened to teleport here. Without psychic guidance, the incarnation of consciousness fell on the White Bone Mountain, and was immediately infected by a fierce momentum. Not only the mind, but even the deity is attacked by the ferocious aura. Silently purifying the heart, the left night consciousness is swaying, and sensing the breath that can resonate with it in the realm of white bones.

Psychic art is such a mysterious and mysterious technique, and its creation can be called a stroke of genius. Its creator is not a chaotic power, nor is it the embodiment of a god-shattering cultivator. He is just a waste material recognized by the world, and by chance, he has comprehended the supernatural power that is unique to heaven and earth - spiritism.

The final outcome of this creator is unknown, but the spiritism has been gradually perfected and unified after countless generations of miraculous people. In the era of the Eternal and Emperors, spiritism shone brightly and was one of the ten great thaumaturgies in the heavens and all worlds.

The ghost realm is different from other realms, and it is extremely targeted at the divine soul consciousness, and although the soul power of Zuo Ye is strong, the qualitative change will not necessarily lead to the quantitative change. If Zuo Ye can't summon the bone spirit to make a contract within the time limit, his consciousness will be infected by the ghost qi, and even his own deity will be severely damaged.

Time passed between his fingers, and Zuo Ye's heart sank like water, and he raised his hand to bite his thumb and draw a lot of patterns on the white bones.

"With my blood, I call you to be reborn, I am immortal, you are immortal!"

"There Are Immortals"