"Six traces?"

Feng Lan stared at these peaks of different shapes, and a wave of confusion and curiosity rose in his heart, without the slightest intention of resisting.

In the huge cage of the Ember World, the treasures of the six immortal sects are actually peaks of different shapes, what is going on?

He asked himself if he had been through many strange things, but the connection between the six peaks and the fish-shaped skeleton puzzled him.

Perhaps, the appearance of the little fish can give Fenglan an answer!

He simply meditated on his knees, silently observing everything around him.

A few months ago, when Lingxiao was martial arts, the Absolute Immortal Sword in his palm caused the sky to fall crimson.

Now, it's time to go further.

Then you might as well come and be safe.

Six strange peaks, towering into the clouds, are like huge stairs leading to the sky, exuding a rich fantasy atmosphere.

If you compare the six peaks to a fish,

The strange peaks owned by the Lingxiao Sect are like fish heads,

The strange peaks owned by Yitian Sect are like fish tails,

The strange peaks possessed by the two factions of Tianji Pavilion and Fengshen Temple are like a pair of shark fins.

Kunlun Sword Sect's is the back of a fish,

And the one in the Dragon Hall in the Northern Regions is more like a fish belly.

Each peak has unique characteristics and powers, highlighting the unique heritage of each immortal gate.

Among them, each of the two adjacent peaks, the peaks are like swords, sharp and sharp, and seem to contain the power of endless growth due to mutual growth. On the contrary, the two strange peaks between each phase have a well-layered bone ladder, faintly floating and flickering brilliance, as if they have the natural vitality and vitality of each other.

Feng Lan's thoughts were churning in his heart, trying to recall the connection between the fish-shaped skeleton and the six strange peaks, but to no avail.

It's just that he remembered an octagonal artifact that he had found in the fish skeleton.

That octagonal magic weapon is on the body of Feng Lan in the Taiming world.

Feng Lan thought about it slightly, placed the Langhuan Monument and the Black Fire Xuanbing on one left and one right, and ran the Ten Thousand Magic Tricks to forcibly summon Dongfang Yubai. Under his mind, he was suspended on the sea level below the fish white in the East, in a pure world like a dream.

Leisurely, he sensed his presence in the Taemon World, and the octagonal artifact lit up with a gentle glow on its own.

The octagonal ritual vessel is carved with intricate and ancient patterns, and each corner is inlaid with a crystal clear gemstone that shimmers with a magical light.

The magic weapon emitted a mysterious power fluctuation, resonating with the energy in the six strange peaks connected by Dongfang Yubai.

At this moment, Fenglan is a person who is divided into two worlds connected by Dongfang Yubai, and strives to make himself in touch with himself in the two worlds.

Suddenly, thunder roared, wind howled, and the wind and clouds between heaven and earth were unpredictable.

A powerful force suddenly pulled Feng Lan back from the Taiming World to Lingxiao Square, as if he was forced to cut off contact with Dongfang Yubai.

At this moment, he was in a grand and fantastic space, surrounded by endless light and glow, making him feel like he was in a fairyland. And the six waterfalls born in the fairyland, rushing down from the heights, falling into the lower abdomen of the wind, injecting into the mysterious circle of fate.

Each waterfall exudes an intoxicating fragrance and aura, like a spiritual spring between heaven and earth, prepared only for the circle of fate.

Gradually, Feng Lan felt the power of the Circle of Fate circling in his body, and in another world isolated from the ember world, he could feel a heart beating, and the two breaths began to connect with heaven and earth, and the resonance phenomenon was naturally born.

Fenglan's eyes shimmered with a clear pale golden light, like a jewel that scanned the stars and emitted a sparkling fairy light.

Fenglan is calm and calm, as if stepping on the clouds woven by Xuanguang and colorful clouds, and travels in the cosmic space that has never been reached. The surrounding scenery is constantly changing, sometimes it is a mysterious forest, sometimes it is a magnificent mountain, sometimes it is a vast grassland, sometimes it is a dark and bottomless abyss.

Feng Lan's posture was as sharp as lightning, holding the Absolute Immortal Sword, and the sword light on the sword flashed with brilliant and colorful light. The sword light pierced the sky like a rainbow, and the sword aura permeated the surrounding space, sweeping away all obstacles that stood in his way. The sword intent is fierce and resolute, and every swing of the sword can cut off the eternal reincarnation.

However, just as his fighting spirit was high, a sharp pain suddenly struck, like a knife cutting his heart, bringing him back to the cruel reality from the illusion.

He looked up and saw that the water of the six waterfalls was getting bigger and bigger, as if an endless tide of anger was surging.

Above the six strange peaks, bursts of chanting gradually rose, like the sound of mysterious spells echoing in the air.

Feng Lan's heart moved, and he slowly put his hands on Xuan Bing, trying to suppress the pain of death that cut his heart.

The black fire and ice really have a miraculous effect, calming the wind and waves.

Fenglan silently listened to the six chantings, and every word and note was deeply engraved in his heart. After listening repeatedly, I memorized it in my chest, and gradually integrated the chanting into my own practice, everything was smooth and natural, without flaws, as if it was a complete circle.

At this moment, he once again ran the Ten Thousand Magic Technique, and the pain of the knife cutting his heart gradually dissipated, replaced by an indescribable feeling of emptiness, as if there was a deep gulf in his lower abdomen that could not be filled, swallowing up all his reserves. He could feel that the mana he had cultivated was directly hollowed out, as if the power of fate had awakened and began to quietly display its power.

Fenglan fell into a deep thought, knowing that this was a sign of the awakening of the circle of fate, but he had no choice but to bear it silently.

The Circle of Fate is a secret that Grandpa kept with his life and was not discovered, so it must involve an extremely important secret.

I don't know when, the sound of the roar of strange beasts came from the six strange peaks, echoing in Fenglan's ears.

And the mysterious runes that appeared on the twelve pillars flickered brightly and dimly, as if they were summoning something.

There were mysterious clouds floating in the sky, flashing with magical light, a bit of fairy light.

Feng Lan couldn't help but hold the Absolute Immortal Sword tightly, and the sword body exuded a cold aura, dissolving the void originating from the lower abdomen.

"Amitabha!" Suddenly, a loud Buddha chant sounded, and then turned gentle, "Under the six traces, there is nothing unusual about the wind and the donor. Fellow Daoists, are we mistaken? ”

"Enlightened Divine Monk, this can only prove that this son has absolutely not cultivated dark magic, and it cannot prove that there is no abnormality." Another voice spoke loudly.

Feng Lan was secretly shocked, it was Elder Xuan Cheng who said this, and Xuan Cheng's tone was to cause Feng Lan to die.

Feng Lan thought to himself that he had no grudge against this uncle, how could he be so abused.

Suddenly, a very loud and hearty voice came from afar, saying, "Haha~, it's better for my Holy Sect to help you with the six immortal sects." ”

"Demon Cult Demon!"

The crowd shouted in panic.

Xiao Qian Zhenren asked angrily, "How can the Demon Sect know about today's events?" ”

One person said coldly: "Xiaoqian, you are really an old fool." If Fenglan is really that powerful, how can you try to prove something with the many basic experiments you have done in the past ten years? ”

At this time, Feng Lan sensed the existence of the seventh waterfall, and said in his heart: No matter what, Lingxiao Sect has the grace of cultivating and nurturing me. This time, I will sacrifice my life to save the Lingxiao Sect once.

Feng Lan ran ten thousand magic tricks, forcibly separated a force, entered the void, and explored the seventh power like a spiritual snake.

Unexpectedly, when Fenglan's distraction power approached the seventh power, the seventh force was like a wanderer who had been away from home for too long, throwing himself into the arms of his elderly mother.

A series of screams of surprise rang out from the sky.

A moment later, a jet-black shadow that seemed to be a drop of thick eyebrows crossed the world, suspended above the six miraculous peaks that seemed to be miraculous, just in front of the wind.

It was as if an incomparably large mountain was pressing down on him, making him almost unable to breathe. The dark shadow is like an everlasting lamp, slowly illuminating everything around it, and at the same time, it also obscures the light of heaven and earth, making the ember world more like the legendary dark cage.

The seventh power mastered by the Demon Sect seems to be completely different from the six great peaks controlled by the six immortal sects, and it is even more compatible with Fenglan.

He held the Absolute Immortal Sword tightly, his spiritual power surged, and his body was filled with a strong sword aura, and it was the Absolute Immortal Sword Intent that stirred the dark shadow.

The dark shadows were gradually revealing their true face, it was a huge and vicious beast, its body towering into the sky, its skin as hard as obsidian, and a pair of strange blood wings trembling slightly, full of terrifying magic.

It exudes a suffocating aura, as if it were a demon from the abyss.

Feng Lan was completely confused, and he couldn't figure out what kind of source power the Demon Sect had.

The Absolute Immortal Sword emitted a dazzling light, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky.

The runes on the sword's body flickered with mysterious charms, and they kept emitting a low humming sound.

Feng Lan held the hilt of the sword tightly and did everything he could to infuse the spiritual power of the six waterfalls into the Absolute Immortal Sword.

Although the Absolute Immortal Sword can't snatch the Ring of Fate, as long as it obtains a small point, the luster on the sword body will be bright and sharp.

The giant beast seemed to have completely escaped the control of the Demon Cult powerhouse, and swooped down.

Feng Lan held his sword and soared into the sky, and his body seemed to turn into a streamer of light, passing through the void.

However, when there is nothing, as if everything you see and feel is possessed by a soul, you forget to tell your true master.

Fenglan seems to have entered a fantasy and unknown realm, exploring the other side of the soul.

Although it is an illusion, the supernatural thing in charge of the Demon Sect will continue to eat and eat away at the lives of ordinary people, so that such people will not be in trouble.

Endless shouts rang from the sky, a mixture of surprise and shock.

Everyone witnessed this scene and watched in disbelief at the huge black shadow that Feng Lan was facing, like a black hole devouring the light.

At this moment, a dark shadow like a raven's wings stretched across the sky, levitating above the six strange peaks.

It is solemn and mysterious, like an endless night, enveloping the entire ember world.

A sense of fear welled up in people's hearts, as if the whole world had been swallowed up by darkness.

This dark shadow and the presence of Fenglan echo each other and intertwine with each other, forming a strange resonance.

Feng Lan felt the connection between himself and the darkness, as if a mysterious force was guiding him.

Feng Lan's eyes became deep and determined, and he faintly realized that the power represented by this dark shadow was the seventh trace of the Demon Sect's grasp.

Quite different from the control power of the Six Great Peaks, it has a more evil and powerful power.

However, Feng Lan is not afraid, and there is an unshakable belief in his heart. He knew he had to fight against the dark or the entire ember world would be swallowed up by darkness forever.

A slight shock came, causing Fenglan to break through the darkness and return to Lingxiao Square, where he was beaten by the cultivators.

Who would have thought that the six great immortal sects plus a demon sect demon would be no match for a Lingxiao disciple.

Some people died, but not completely......