Thousands of miles to the west, all the way to see is the sky full of yellow sand, this is a desolate land, but Yang Mu finally saw a mountain peak in the distance.

This mountain peak is only a part of the earth's surface, and its whole appearance should have been majestic and majestic between the heavens and the earth, just like the city, buried by endless yellow sand, only revealing the highest point that once was.

The reason why Yang Mu was sure that this was the nest of the demon birds was because there was an ancient tree on the top of this bare mountain peak. There are still a few young leaves left on this ancient tree, and the branches are also shining with an extraordinary sheen, but this ancient tree has actually withered for thousands of years.

This is the Oni Sycamore, an extremely rare tree species that, once it takes root, draws on the aura around it to feed itself. For example, this kind of ghost sycamore rooted on the top of the peak will use all the aura of the entire mountain for its own use, and it is impossible for other spiritual plants and plants to survive.

Good birds choose trees to live on, all kinds of magic birds and fierce falcons like to build nests near rare tree species such as the ghost sycamore, and this is a wilderness covered by yellow sand, only a part of the peaks are exposed here, which shows that it was at a commanding height.

Judging from the carving of the stone stele, it is obvious that the fierce bird is the overlord of the neighborhood, and this most majestic mountain, as well as this ghost sycamore, is naturally only able to have it.

Yang Mu's hands turned on his true qi, and he condensed his cultivation into his fingertips before picking a young leaf on the ghost sycamore. The young leaves flowed in the palm of his hand, and the life energy was surging.

"It's been dead for I don't know how many years, and the remnant leaves on it are still so powerful...... Yang Mu was a little distracted, he couldn't imagine how beautiful this ghost sycamore was back then, and there were powerful and incomparable demon birds nesting next to it, it was really a strange sight.

Coming back to his senses, Yang Mu put the young leaves into the space ring, the leaves of the ghost sycamore can be used in medicine, this quality is enough to be called a superb elixir, only a line worse than the elixir, no matter what elixir is put into it as an auxiliary, it is enough to improve the efficacy of the medicine to a higher level.

This ghost sycamore is very big, and the demon bird should have rested on this tree back then, but now it has only a few residual leaves left, although the residual leaves are still strong, but it can't help but make people feel a little emotional. Yang Mu didn't take off all the residual leaves, this ghost sycamore can be channeled, if it is maintained like this, maybe there will be a chance of recovery.

The nest of the demon bird is naturally not in the tree, nor in this mountain, and an existence of this level will open up a space on its own as its own cave.

Yang Mu searched for this ghost sycamore, and sure enough, he found a carving at its root, in fact, this is not a carving at all, it is more like someone did it casually, but a few strokes outline the form of the landscape. However, Yang Mu had fused the memories of the ancient gods in his mind, and naturally understood that this was the entrance to the demon bird's lair.

Yang Mu put his hand on it and poured true qi, and the few strokes of the landscape that were simply depicted were actually alive, radiating powerful vitality from them, as if some kind of hidden formation had been opened. A white light flashed in front of him, and Yang Mu was already in another world.

It was still a desolate place, but it wasn't full of yellow sand, and the temple in front of me was made of crimson and rough boulders, and the ground was all hard rock, and the rocks were all dark and oppressive in color.

As far as the eye could see, the sky was overcast, lit up only by a faint glimmer of light from nowhere, and beyond that, there was only one temple above the boundless wilderness. This was where the real nest of the demon bird was located, and this space was opened up by it with divine power, and it was connected to the outside world through the simple notch on the ghost sycamore.

Now that the temple was no longer alive, the demon bird did not know if it had died or migrated somewhere else. Yang Mu approached the temple, the ancient boulders still circulated the vicissitudes of life, although the hall was made of boulders, but it was also rigorously structured, with a total of eight portals leading to it.

Yang Mu walked in through one of the portals, and unlike what he expected, the interior of the hall was very empty, except for the obscure murals painted with rare pigments on the walls around it. The mural depicts what appears to be a fabled scene of hell, with endless karmic fires burning and evil spirits struggling and criing out in it.

"Uhhhhhh

"This is a fake hole!" Yang Mu roared and quickly escaped, wanting to leave this ghost place quickly. However, the eight portals erupted with divine light, and eight enchantments appeared neatly, blocking all his retreats.

The false cave is a trap set by the demon birds, specially used to trap monks like Yang Mu who come to hunt for treasures. Yang Mu saw that the hall was empty, and there were only murals on the wall, so he felt bad. However, it was too late, the trap had been set and he was trapped here.

"The fake cave is usually built near the grave of the alien beast, and I thought it was its abandoned lair, but I didn't expect it to die and bury itself in this space. Yang Mu's forehead was already dripping with cold sweat, and his impulse had caused trouble after all.

The murals around them seem to come to life, and the karmic fire on them begins to beat, and the temperature is even transmitted from the paintings. Gradually, the demons in the mural began to move, as if they were about to crawl out of the walls. A scorching wave of air passed through the hall, and soon everything here became hot.

Yang Mu sat cross-legged on the ground, these visions were both real and illusory, and he couldn't act rashly. If he tries to crack it, he will only lose his mind in it.

"Ka-" sat in the distance for a long time, but this vision was still continuing, Yang Mu closed his eyes tightly, and the temperature around him was always rising, without the slightest tendency to ease. What's even more terrifying is that he has heard the sound of bone cracking coming from his body.

Even so, he remained motionless and endured all this. In his memory there were records of such visions, and these scorching waves of air seemed to be a physical test, but in fact they were constantly shaking the spirit of the monk. The mutilated body can be restored, but once the spirit collapses in it, there is truly no way to return.

Yang Mu closed his eyes tightly, his heart was like water, but the vision in this hall was far more harsh than he imagined. He felt something sharp and cold running across his back, the ghosts in the mural, and if he opened his eyes, he would see that several ghosts had crawled out of them, waving their claws beside him like real creatures.

He felt his back cut and blood soaked through, but he didn't move, as long as he opened his eyes and resisted, what awaited him was a real hell.

"If it is not broken or standed, if there are only these tests in this false acupoint, it will be abnormal," scars appeared on Yang Mu's body one after another, constantly torturing and testing his spirit, but he stood still like a stake, and said silently in his heart, "It is just to mutilate my body, but it gives me a chance, and there must be other means to annihilate my divine consciousness." ”

Sure enough, just when his body was already in tatters, the temperature in this hall suddenly rose a few times. There was even a real fire gushing out of the surrounding walls, scorching the small space. The demons, both real and illusory, also screamed and struggled in the fire.

Yang Mu was still calm, even though he was already covered in injuries, since he had tamed the Origin Heaven Evil Fire, his Dao heart had been extremely strong. These things are naturally extremely weird, but they are really small compared to the original Heavenly Evil Fire.

In the midst of the four walls, another chanting sounded, trying to refine Yang Mu, and he began to concentrate. This is a spiritual attack, and if he slacks off a little, it will be a situation from which he will never recover. At the same time, a powerful consciousness descended in this great hall, wanting to invade his sea of consciousness.

Yang Mu snorted, that consciousness was extremely powerful, and he forcibly entered his sea of consciousness, and there was no way to avoid it.

"Take the house!" Yang Mu was shocked, the layout in this hall was not only to kill him, it turned out that the demon bird had always retained a trace of consciousness, wanting to wipe out his spirit and occupy this body at the same time, "You have a lot of tricks, you want to be reborn step by step, but it's a pity that you chose the wrong person." ”

Yang Mu's divine consciousness had been fused with the memories of the ancient gods, and while accepting those memories, he had become extremely tenacious, and the level of his divine consciousness was much higher than his cultivation. If it weren't for Yang Mu's inability to use the power of his divine consciousness now, his terrifying divine sense would have been his greatest killing weapon.

The consciousness of this demon bird also realized this after rushing into Yang Mu's sea of knowledge, and constantly clashed with Yang Mu's spirit, wanting to dominate. The arrangement it made here was to take it away, and now that the means had been exhausted, Yang Mu's divine sense was still indestructible, and it was unwilling to fail!

"All kinds of vanity are all Senluo. Yang Mu lightly recited this eight-character mantra in his mouth, these eight characters are the secret method used to nourish the gods in the Extreme Abyss Divine Decision, and with the recitation of these eight characters, the consciousness of the demon bird finally began to disintegrate until it completely dissipated.

The surrounding visions also disappeared, the endless flames and the struggling demons returned to the murals, and the eight barriers around the main hall that blocked the exits also dissipated. Yang Mu slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, before the consciousness of the demon bird dissipated, he had gained a lot of memories from it, and the arrangement of this demon bird here had indeed passed for endless years, but he was the only one who managed to enter this hall. Its consciousness had already begun to decline, and it had no time to wait for the next prey, so it had to attack in a hurry, but it was completely defeated by Yang Mu.

Yang Mu also learned about the body of this demon bird, which was a soul phoenix, it learned half of the Nirvana Method, cultivated into an immortal body, and was invincible in the world, but half of the Nirvana Method was only half after all, and it was impossible to achieve true Nirvana, so it could only rely on the method of seizing the house for rebirth. Unexpectedly, it failed to take it this time, and finally ended its life.

Taking out a three-pin pill from his bosom and taking it, Yang Mu began to breathe in this hall, and the wounds on his body healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. This half of the Nirvana method had already been memorized in his mind, and he immediately began to cultivate.

You must know that this is the Nirvana method, which is used to cultivate the treasure of the physical body, and it is an existence at the top of the pyramid. Among the treasures that all monks dream of, the Nirvana method definitely occupies the top five. After all, Nirvana represents endless eternal life, even if it is only half of it, it is enough to temper one's own body to the point of invulnerability, comparable to an artifact!