Passing through the door of space again, Ye Ling Yi raised her eyes and looked around.

"Is this the end?" In front of you is clearly the main space of the Night Tomb. This so-called trial formation, is it so easy?

In fact, she didn't want to think about it, from the maze of spiritual consciousness that did not enter this place at the beginning, to the tide of ten thousand beasts later, and then to the ten thousand elixirs and silent arrows later, which one was not fatal to cultivators, thinking that everyone was as perverted as her?

Unable to wait for Feng Xiyuan's answer, Ye Lingyi turned his head to look at him, only to find that he had been staring at the only thing in this space, the altar in the center.

The altar was 100 meters long and wide, and the steps were one step at a time, like a small pyramid.

On top of the altar there was a sacrificial table.

Looking into his line of sight, he could see three things on the table.

Ye Lingyi squinted and looked closely, an ink-colored flute, a strange purple diamond-shaped crystal, and what he was looking at was a brown guqin.

Ye Lingyi just wanted to say something, but before she could turn her head, she was surprised by a fluctuation in the air around her, almost subconsciously, and Ye Lingyi threw out the butterfly knife that she had been holding in her hand.

With Feng Xiyuan's skills, it is impossible for the butterfly knife to get close.

But because all his mind was on the piano at this time, he dodged in a hurry, and his sleeves were actually torn, making a "stab" sound.

But fortunately, he was stopped after all.

Feng Xiyuan suddenly turned around, narrowed her delicate and excessive phoenix eyes and looked at her, her torn sleeves were windless, and her thin lips were slightly pursed.

This is the kind of person he gave her when they met for the first time, the superior who could not be disobeyed.

Facing Feng Xiyuan's eyes with hidden anger, Ye Ling's face remained unchanged, and his chin was slightly raised to signal him to look up.

I saw that directly above the wide altar, a transparent figure slowly appeared.

This way of appearing is like a phoenix, and it is like a ghost.

But now this person is a real soul body.

The slightly transparent figure was about forty years old, dressed in a green robe, and his face could not be seen clearly, but it gave people a sense of vastness facing the galaxy.

Come to think of it, this is the right lord of this place.

The middle-aged man first glanced at Feng Xiyuan, who was closer, and then looked at Ye Lingyi.

Ye Lingyi looked at him calmly, but did not speak.

The middle-aged man glanced at Feng Xiyuan again, and then stretched out his hand towards the direction where Ye Lingyi was.

Ye Lingyi frowned, she had the heart to resist, but she couldn't move at all!

With his movements, Ye Lingyi clearly felt that the blood that had been flowing faster when he entered Yeling was now flowing faster.

In a trance, she could even hear the sound of blood rushing in her veins!

This strange thing comes and goes quickly.

After only a few moments, Ye Lingyi's blood stabilized.

But at the same time, a hazy golden light was released from her body.

This is, the power of the bloodline?

Maybe it's the opposite of things, but the children born of those two amazing talents are congenitally shattered, and they can't store any spiritual power at all.

Because of this, she can only cultivate her soul like in her previous life to attract the spiritual power in the illusion, but fortunately, in this life, with that forbidden technique, she is more handy.

Ye Ling felt it carefully, but didn't notice any difference.

This bloodline power is really a bit of a chicken rib for her. However, if she faces the night family again in the future, she will not be restrained again.

It's just that I never thought that the ancestor of this Ye family was really a figure who had reached the emperor level.

"Young man, you'd better not touch that thing." The middle-aged man had never spoken to Feng Xiyuan, and his tone was confused.

Feng Xiyuan stopped and looked at him silently.

"Those few things don't belong to the world, don't be delusional."

Emperor-level cultivators have already stood at the pinnacle of cultivating this pyramid, and even such characters will emit a feeling of powerlessness like "not belonging to the world", what is this qin, a flute and a crystal?

Moreover, if nothing else, so many high-level cultivators here died because of these few things!

Feng Xiyuan looked at the middle-aged man in silence for a while, and slowly spoke: "Your heart has fallen." ”

With that, he turned his head and walked up the step with a firm step.

The middle-aged man's breath was stagnant, and he sighed lightly for a long time: "The old man has been dead for I don't know how many years, how can I talk about 'heart'!" You have the heart of a king, but it's a pity, there are always certain things that you have to bow your head to. ”

The middle-aged man sighed, looked at Ye Lingyi, and said, "Junior, how about him, the old man has no position to persuade him, but for you, the old ancestor still has one more word." After the bloodline transformation, your qualifications are absolutely unbeatable in the whole clan, so leave this place quickly! If you go to the upper realm one day, if you ...... That's it, that's it, tens of thousands of years have passed, and it's long been a matter of right and wrong. The middle-aged man said, and his already somewhat transparent body gradually faded.

Not leaving, but disappearing.

Xu is his limit is at this time, and Xu is the right person He helped her stimulate the power of the bloodline and consumed his soul, but more perhaps, because of Feng Xiyuan's words, he inadvertently broke his long-standing obsession.