Jiuqiu Mountain, located in the northwest of the national capital, has nine peaks in the mountain, and its orientation is naturally similar to the nine stars of the Big Dipper, so it is named after Tao Tang, Youshu, Meng Ying, Kunwu, Black and White, Chiwang, Senwei, Wufu, and God.

After Yuan Qingwei entered it, he knew why no one had ever investigated and dealt with the problem.

Here, because the direction of the nine peaks and the nine stars of the Big Dipper fit each other, it is full of inspiration, but the South Dipper is born, and the North Dipper is dead. The power of the Big Dipper converges, reversing the boundaries of life and death, blurring the void, according to the derivative direction of the martial arts of heaven and earth, most of the deduction methods and tracking methods cannot play much role here, and even the spiritual sense of the martial artist must be greatly suppressed.

But Yuan Qingwei was different, he had expected that after observing for a while, he turned his head to Qiu Han and Yun Sheng and said, "You wait and wait outside, I will investigate again." ”

"Yes!" Qiu Han and Yun Sheng nodded and left, Yuan Qingwei took out the Sancai Guanyun Mirror and looked around, the operation law of the three talents of heaven, earth and man appeared on the mirror, and countless breaths surged.

A force hidden in the shadows seemed to be stopped, Yuan Qingwei gently called to the projection of Qingwei Palace in the sea of knowledge, causing a breath to fall, suppressing that force, and then carefully observing the void.

One after another illusory seals appeared, countless streamers flickered, forming a huge and incomparable formation, Yuan Qingwei carefully observed the seals above, from which he saw traces of more than ten schools.

And some of these schools of thought he knew, and some of them were really unheard of, obviously not from the same world.

But these schools are very harmonious in this formation, and Yuan Qingwei couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart: 'Although it is not seamless, but it can make so many core theories of the formation tolerate and coexist with each other, Ling Youjun is also a well-deserved genius, it......'s a pity'

Yuan Qingwei stood in place and observed for three or four days, during which he suppressed it with the help of the power of Qingwei Palace, and with the blessing of wisdom and authority, he finally absorbed the information in it, and then reversed the idea of Ling Youjun, and after grasping three or four of them, he flicked his fingers.

A ray of light flew out and landed on the nodes of more than a dozen staggered seals, and then the huge formation trembled slightly, but it returned to normal in the next moment. It's just that compared to the original, there is an extra space in front of Yuan Qingwei's body that only allows one person to enter it.

Walking into it, Yuan Qingwei saw a huge spiritual root, which was as huge as a giant tree entangled by countless blood-colored vines.

These vines grow in the interior of Jiuqiu Mountain, with the intersection of the nine peaks as the core, and the outside world is in a strange state of superposition, but not superimposed, overwhelmingly expanding outward, countless red flowers, blooming on the vines.

Although the color looks monotonous, it does not feel boring when you look closely, and various reds such as blood red, light red, pink, and crimson are the main body, supplemented by mixed colors such as purple red, blue red, white and red.

Each petal has its own breath, or sacred, or dark, or demonic, or mysterious, and the atmosphere of a thousand postures reveals the thousands of changes in the way of blood.

However, the place that Yuan Qingwei paid the most attention to was the accumulation of corpses under the vines.

Some of these corpses are dead but not stiff, and their faces are lifelike; Some were as thin as wood, with almost nothing left of skeletons; Some flesh and blood are exhausted, and only bones remain; Some are even worse, only stumps and broken arms remain, and there are no corpses.

In the middle of these countless corpses, there was also a man in a Taoist robe, sitting with his eyes closed, he had a very faint vitality compared to those corpses who were also dead but not stiff, and his face was lifelike.

Yuan Qingwei stepped forward, and the corpse opened his eyes: "You're here!" ”

"Ling Youjun? Are you still alive? Yuan Qingwei looked at the person in front of him in surprise, but he didn't want the other party to shake his head and said: "I'm dead, and what I'm staying here now is just a wisp of soul that I was very seriously assimilated by Qingwei Palace!" ”

"What do you mean?" Yuan Qing frowned slightly.

"You should have a vague idea of the origin of Qingwei Palace!"

Yuan Qing replied thoughtfully: "The remnants of the battle between the high heaven and earth. ”

"Hmm!" Ling Youjun didn't doubt it, and nodded directly: "It's not wrong to say that!" You can guess the word battle, and you can also perceive that there are actually two breaths guiding us in the Qingwei Palace. A force that should be the Qingwei Palace itself guides us to become the master of the Qingwei Palace. The other is trying to devour us, to assimilate us, and from the moment we enter, it begins to contaminate our foundations. ”

"So is the power that protects your remnant soul the former or the last?" Yuan Qingwei asked the most critical question.

"Naturally, it's the latter one!" Ling Youjun did not hide it, and replied bluntly.

"The power of Qingwei Palace itself is only guiding the appearance of the master, except for traveling through time and space and perfecting the exercises, it will not interfere in our own affairs at all. The latter is different, and every moment of erosion can make us fall at any time. ”

Speaking of this, Ling Youjun said with some fear: "Even, every time we successfully resist, our souls will be affected by this force in the slightest, and there will be subtle changes, so that the success rate of its next erosion will increase. And I'm the one who was eroded in the beginning......"

"Then ...... you now," Yuan Qingwei asked the second key question.

"This is still Jianmu's blessing!"

As he spoke, Ling Youjun turned his head to look at the blood-colored vines behind him, and sighed: "On that day, we sacrificed ourselves and forged a seal, but we didn't want to integrate the bloodlines of gods and demons into it by the way, so that Jianmu turned into a bloodline treasure tree in our heaven and earth, as one of the cores that supported the operation of our heaven and earth. And I, as the core of the sacrifice, was also blessed by Jianmu, and was able to leave a wisp of the most tenacious soul after the soul was scattered. ”

"I see!" Yuan Qingwei nodded, and said, "However, I have a doubt. ”

"What doubts?"

Yuan Qingwei said the problem of the decline of the bloodline of the martial arts heaven and earth, and asked: "Since Jianmu has become one of the cores that support the operation of heaven and earth, why will the bloodline of gods and demons decline?" ”

"It's my fault!" Ling Youjun sighed again, and slowly explained the reason.

"After I died, the remnant soul lost most of its sanity, and instinctively extracted the information of the blood of the gods and demons in Jianmu. Originally, according to the original situation, the favor on my body would decrease with the increase in the amount of blood extracted, and eventually I would lose my protection, like the dry bones around me. ”

"But, by coincidence, in the tenth year of my extraction, the first celestial who refined the bloodline appeared, and his appearance was tantamount to guiding another path to heaven and earth. Because of the will of heaven and earth that repelled the gods and demons after the destruction of the building wood, I began to love the bloodlines bred by these heavens and earths, but it made my favor more and more strong. ”

"I see!" Yuan Qingwei nodded, but in the next second, he raised his hand to sacrifice the three treasure jade ruyi!