Depending on the way of cultivation and cultivation, and the different genres before death, there are thousands of Yin ghost forms that are eventually formed.

The two yin ghosts that Li Shaobai sacrificed used the goose feather fan in his hand as the carrier and fed on his hard work, and finally became shadow souls, even in the sun, they almost did not show their figures.

It's just that his cultivation is still low, and the time for sacrificial cultivation is still short, and he can't really fight, but he can't play a greater role.

It was also because of this that he had fought with life and death several times before, but he had not released these two shadow souls.

But at this time, these two shadow souls came in handy.

They grabbed him from the left and the right, lifted him up, and then swept through the air more than a dozen feet away with great difficulty, and placed him on the black altar.

"Whoop......"

The moment Li Shaobai's body landed on the altar, he collapsed directly, gasped heavily, and put away the Donghuang Bell.

In the Spirit Lake in the middle of his knowledge, the power of yin and yang has almost bottomed out.

Maintaining the defensive power of the Eastern Emperor Bell against the invasion of the black flames and scorching magma consumes a huge amount of Yin and Yang power.

He was on the verge of being unable to continue.

After a brief moment of safety, he recalled the scene a moment ago, and his heart suddenly fluttered wildly, and he was terrified.

After wheezing violently for a long time, he turned over and sat up, and after taking a pill, he began to meditate and recover.

The two shadow souls seemed to have consumed a lot of money, and each turned into a puff of black smoke and burrowed into the goose feather fan.

Regarding his embarrassed appearance, Chu Yidao rarely did not mock, but stood beside him and protected the Dharma for him.

Song Ziyang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that Li Shaobai was safe, and then began to look at the altar standing in the black flame magma flow.

This altar is empty, slightly rough, as if frosted, and you can vaguely see irregular lines.

And this pattern is very different from the one on the green wood, the ancient god pattern on the green wood is exquisite and detailed, so that people stare at it for a moment, and then they only feel as if they want to indulge in it.

This irregular pattern is extremely rough, and after staring at it for a long time, I only feel a savage aura coming to my face, which makes people subconsciously breathe.

However, Song Ziyang did know very little about the secrets of the ancients, and he stared at it for a long time, but still didn't find anything abnormal.

He was just on it, and saw a little black-brown dirt, and touched it slightly with his fingertips, and there was a faint tingling sensation, and there was an inexplicable ferocious aura that invaded his body.

He frowned slightly, he didn't move, the exercises worked on their own, and they easily dissolved it by fusing the power of yin and yang of the heavenly evil.

"It's like the blood of a beast or a demon that has coagulated. ”

He thought to himself, "When a living soul dies, there is a trace of spirituality in its blood, which is immortal, so it is like this, hmm...... That's about it!"

Since this is an altar, the black table is naturally the place where the sacrifices are placed, and it is inevitable that blood will flow out and form such a brown dirt over time.

I just don't know what the sacrifice used in this black altar, which has existed for countless years, was used when it was first sacrificed.

Livestock, monsters, monsters, monsters?

Or a human monk?

There was no way to know, but he shuddered at the cruel scene of the sacrifice to the demon god he had seen before.

Then, he moved his gaze upwards to the low stone tablet.

In the center of this altar stood a stone tablet, less than a foot high, not yet protruding from the surrounding flames, and it would not be visible unless it was standing on top of the black altar.

There is a mysterious and complex formation carved on this stone stele, Song Ziyang stared at it seriously for a long time, and he could barely see that it was based on the eight gates in the eight trigrams, accommodating and blending many mysterious magic arrays, forming an incomparably complex formation.

Eight gates, rest, life, injury, Du, Jing, death, shock, and open.

The Eight Gates represent personnel in the pattern of heaven, earth and people in Qimen Dunjia, so they are extremely important in the prediction of Qimen, especially the gate that is present by God, and the door of value is very related to the things in the world that are measured.

The eight doors have their own belonging to the five elements, opening, resting, and living are the three auspicious gates, and the death, shock, and injury are the three fierce gates, and the Du Gate and Jingmen are in the middle of the peace, and the prediction is often based on the state of their falling palaces, that is, the five elements of the palace where they fall are given and the Wang Xiang is imprisoned to determine the auspicious and the culprit, and the response period is broken.

These are the basis for the calculation of heavenly chances, but they cannot be used here at all.

Surrounded by rolling magma, black flames are everywhere, a scene of volcanic eruption, it can be said that everywhere is the door of death, shock, and injury.

He didn't give up, and began to calculate the Nine Palaces God based on what he had learned, and began to reverse the magic circle.

This is a huge project, and the power of his divine soul is being consumed at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

And, most importantly, those magic circles embedded in them, no matter how they are calculated, what they reveal are all Jedi!

Each other is restrained, but there is no life!

The Five Elements are extinct!

This is clearly a dead land!

The longer he stared, the more solemn his expression became, and between his eyebrows and eyes, a ball of wrinkled was wrinkled, and there was a faint sweat on his forehead.

But he didn't feel hopeless, he didn't believe in the ancient power of the earth-shattering weeping ghosts and gods, after arranging such a complex formation, it was to trap the people who strayed into this place here.

In the midst of desperation, there must be life!

But at the same time, he couldn't help but marvel in his heart, the person who portrayed this formation, the control of the way of the magic circle, was really at the peak, and he had already entered the realm.

He felt that he would not be able to match it if he had practiced penance for ten years, nay, twenty years.

Each of these magic circles is a desperate formation, ordinary monks fall into it, it is difficult to get out, they will be directly strangled, and if all the magic circles erupt together, the volcano erupts, and the entire ice and snow world may collapse and destroy because of this!

A small stone monument has such terrifying power!

But they are embedded in the eight gates, with divine precision, connected to each other, but they form a wonderful connection, and a strange balance is reached.

And the most important thing is that all these magic circles are embedded in this small stone tablet, hidden and not revealed, and not even a trace of breath is leaked.

The more he studied, the more he felt shocked, addicted, and unable to extricate himself.

The secret technique of dragon hunting and cave exploration is what he is best at, and he has been practicing penance since he was a child, followed by the way of the magic circle, and he has spent a lot of time exploring.

In fact, the secret technique of dragon seeking and exploring the cave and the way of the magic circle, as well as the secret art of feng shui, are in the same vein, and they are not separated from each other.

His mind fluctuated with his mood swings, sometimes pondering, sometimes laughing, sometimes dazed......

Like a madman.

Chu Yidao, who was standing beside him, watched him dancing here in amazement, not knowing why.

The magic circle that exploded enough to destroy this small world was, in her eyes, a bunch of graffiti-like lines.