'What's hidden in the ivy?' After watching Dai Xingwei walk away, Yuan Qingwei looked back at the Ivy League again. A faint streamer appeared in his eyes, observing the change in the breath of ivy.

It's a pity that his strength is still too weak, even with the blessing of the aura of Qingwei Palace, multiple blessings such as the Nine Heavens Golden Ribbon, he can't see through the barrier of the literary qi above.

This observation lasted for three days, and when Liu Ming was running around the Ivy League to collect information, Yuan Qingwei would also come to the Ivy Academy to look at his breath while guarding it in secret.

After a long period of observation, he still got a certain gain, at least he had a clear understanding of the defense system of the ivy, and even found some loopholes that were not big or small. Moreover, shortly after the evening self-study on campus on the third day, Yuan Qingwei noticed a fleeting turbidity rising from the Ivy League.

Relying on the mysterious Yuan Qingwei of Qingwei Palace, he crossed the cultural barrier and quietly entered the Ivy League, attracting the power of Qingwei Palace to transfer his body to the Bliss Spirit House. Then bless the Yin God with the power of the Bliss Spirit House, constantly adapt to the changes in the surrounding culture, and escape into the Yin World before the people in the academy find out that something is wrong, through the yin and yang shuttles again and again, avoid the suppression of the culture, and successfully come to the environment where the deceased is before the other party arrives.

In a study room where the lights had just been turned off, Yuan Qingwei's Yin God had just entered it, and he felt a strong aura of chaos.

"What is this?" Yuan Qing raised his eyes slightly, and felt that his Yin God was oppressed a lot.

The study room was filled with the smell of decay and stench, and the walls were covered with countless rotten flesh and wriggling blood vessels, and the rancid liquid that I didn't know if it was blood or what, exuded a terrifying aura as the flesh wriggled.

A young man was wrapped in flesh and blood, and his chest exuded a faint glow, and he didn't know if it was a gift from the academy or a gift from his family to protect him. At this time, the faint brilliance was struggling to resist the invasion of the rancid liquid, but wisps of black qi were all over his body, and each black qi had a hideous human face on it.

'This thought! How could it be so depraved? Looking at those black gases, Yuan Qing's slightly yin pupils shrank slightly because of his usual physiological instincts, but before he could probe, he heard a strange laugh: "Boom... Ho ho... Haha......"

A strange and distorted voice sounded, and Yuan Qingwei noticed that the flesh and blood in front of the young man began to squirm rapidly towards a point, turning into a mass of flesh similar to a human form. The moment the flesh appeared, the light on the boy's body shattered, and the blood vessels under his skin swelled, turning into tentacles that rushed out from under the gradually melting skin. The bones seemed to be missing at first, and the whole person lost their support, and the flesh and blood wriggled in place like mollusks.

"Damn it!" Looking at the scene in front of him, Yuan Qingwei hurriedly recited the meditation mantra in his heart, and he vaguely guessed that the other party might have opened a hole in the Kyushu enchantment.

Although this opening is very small, it successfully reveals part of the essence of the spiritual world in front of Yuan Qingwei, which is not simply chaos and depravity. It is a force full of contradictions, which is obviously chaotic but carries a certain law, and is clearly regular but anti-order. Moreover, at the moment of seeing those rotten flesh and blood, there were also crazy dreams in his ears, and the strange and mysterious Tao was born from nothingness, telling Yuan Qingwei the secrets of the world, and causing a very big impact on Yuan Qingwei who faced the flesh and blood.

He knew why there were many proud sons of heaven in all dynasties who would be infected by the spirit world and fall into perdition.

Because the secrets told by those crazy dreams are real, and they are different from the other side of the avenue that Yuan Qingwei saw in the main world. He could clearly feel that as long as he accepted these rules and principles, whether it was to achieve the Mage Realm or step into the Heavenly Master Realm, it was only a matter of time.

"Bastard! Who is going to be that kind of thing! Under the stimulation of those crazy words, Yuan Qingwei also became very irritable, and at the same time, he attracted the power of the Nine Heavens Golden Ribbon and the breath of the Qingwei Palace, roared, and violently broke free from the attraction of those Dao rules. Half a step back, leaving the study room, losing visual contact, and the other party did not expand outward, Yuan Qing's micro yin god suddenly regained some of its original agility.

looked at his palm, it was obviously a limb formed by spiritual condensation, but at this time, it had a bit of flesh and blood characteristics, and the wisps of spiritual breath condensed, making the surface of the skin have flesh buds squirming, which looked extremely weird.

At the same time, the power of the Bliss Spirit House blessed by his side was also full of distorted and depraved aura, and Yuan Qingwei decisively cut off the connection between himself and the Nine Heavens Golden Ribbon. Let the connection between the two become the unilateral influence of the Nine Heavens Golden Ribbon on himself, and cut off the possibility of his own breath returning to the Nine Heavens Golden Ribbon.

Losing the return of Yuan Qing's slight breath, the Nine Heavens Golden Ribbon also lost its ability to adapt to the surrounding cultural qi, and the surging and mutated power of the Bliss Spirit House was suddenly exposed to the cultural qi.

"Evil obstacles, dare to do this!" An angry shout sounded from above, and in all corners of the Ivy League, words that were difficult to see with the naked eye flew out to form a splendid article that enveloped the entire academy. The gray-black aura that was originally above the righteous qi was instantly dispersed by the surging righteous qi, and the brilliant and vast literary qi then turned into a long river and fell, and the Yuan Qing Wei Yin God seemed to be exposed to the noon sun, and the pain was unbearable all over his body.

'Go! A thought flashed in his heart, Yuan Qingwei attracted the breath of Qingwei Palace, fixed the steady flow of righteous qi, escaped into the Yin World, and then entered Qingwei Palace. He didn't choose to let the Yin God return to his physical body, nor did he think about going to the martial arts world and the immortal god world to clean up the negative forces that continued on his body.

Facing the essence of part of the spirit world, he has a deeper recognition of the speculation that he was half-regarded as a joke at the beginning.

The Overworld is a reef, the Spirit World is the ocean, and the weakening and strengthening of the power of the Overworld is just a tidal change in the Spirit Ocean.

Whether this guess was right or wrong, Yuan Qingwei didn't have the courage to go to the rest of the world with a spiritual aura.

Who knows if he will lead the power of the spirit world over when he goes to the rest of the world with such an aura.

In this regard, Yuan Qingwei said that although he is more selfish, he does not want to let the creatures of a world pay for what he does until he has to.

He entered the Qingwei Palace, and with the help of the power of the palace, suppressed the residual aura of the spiritual realm that was still trying to guide his fall, and then carefully observed the changes in the Qingwei Palace.

As he expected, the number and position of the futons in the Qingwei Palace have changed because of the change of the breath on his body, except for the one futon in the center and the twelve futons in the first column, the rest of the futons, only the position of the few futons inherited by him has not changed, and the position and texture of the rest of the futons have changed.