Click!

The locust branch couldn't withstand the pressure and broke directly into a piece of powder.

A grayish-black air mass appeared where the locust branch had shattered.

Although the spirit of the Sage of Time has not yet recovered, there is no longer any need to continue to cling to the locust branch.

The Sage of Time tasted the sweetness of Huilun, and was no longer satisfied with the indoctrination of black qi, and flew directly to the top of Huilun's head, and he was going to absorb the strange black qi from him in turn.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yi quietly took half a step back.

As soon as the other foot left the ground, he could fall directly into the river behind him.

Looking at the gloomy Daxiong Treasure Hall in the distance, Zhao Yi always felt that the black qi was not a good thing.

The monster in the Daxiong Treasure Hall would never be kind enough to heal the soul of the Sage of Time.

There was a sentence circulating on the Internet in Zhao Yi's previous life:

"Every gift of life has been secretly marked with a price."

Although the Sage of Time used the black qi to repair the divine soul, when it came time to pay the price, the result could also be extremely tragic.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang above the valley.

Zhao Yi hurriedly raised his head, and then saw that on the valley, the "swastika" character that emitted golden light, huge, and enveloped the entire secret realm, suddenly exploded.

It's like the lights go out all of a sudden.

In an instant, the entire secret realm dimmed.

Before Zhao Yi could find out what was going on, a strange thing suddenly appeared out of the corner of his eye.

Zhao Yi turned his head violently and looked at the Daxiong Treasure Hall with a solemn expression.

I don't know if it's an illusion, when Zhao Yi swept here from the corner of his eye just now, he saw that the Daxiong Treasure Hall seemed to be twisting.

It was not the trembling of an explosion, nor the collapse of an earthquake, but like a plant stretching its branches, gently testing its tentacles.

"Eye-catching?"

Zhao Yi frowned, staring at the direction of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Strangely, there were no other anomalies in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

It was as if the distorted picture that Zhao Yi had seen before was really an illusion.

But is it possible?

Zhao Yi's physical body had been tempered to the extreme, and the strength of his divine soul was not even comparable to that of a sage-level monk.

At Zhao Yi's level, it is impossible to be dazzled.

"Ahh

Just when Zhao Yi frowned and thought hard, a scream suddenly came from afar.

Zhao Yi was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly followed the sound to look.

Then I saw that the soul of the Sage of Time was wrapped in black qi, and he kept retracting it to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Help me!"

At this time, the Sage of Time finally realized the danger and began to ask Zhao Yi for help.

She wanted to struggle, but her spirit had been assimilated by the black gas.

The Sage of Time has become a part of the black qi, like the relationship between the finger and the palm.

She was no longer able to resist the black gas.

Zhao Yi turned a deaf ear to the sage's plea for help.

Although some of the secrets mastered by the Sage of Time were valuable, it was also of great significance to Zhao Yi to discover some of the secrets of this demon cave through her divine soul being devoured by the Mahavira Treasure Hall.

"You've got a good brain, I want it."

Just as the Sage of Time was struggling, a thick voice suddenly came out of the main hall.

His voice was loud, bright, and solemn, yet wicked, dark, and corrupt.

He is like a combination of contradictions.

Like two sides of the same coin.

It is both light and dark.

"What the hell is this?"

After Zhao Yi heard that voice speak, he suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Originally, he thought that everything was under control, so he was unhurried and unhurried.

After that thing appeared, Zhao Yi suddenly had a feeling that the development of things was out of control.

Zhao Yi's original intention was to catch a fat pig, but an elephant suddenly crowded into the house.

It's not a question of whether you can eat pork or not.

Now the question is whether the house can be kept!

When the thoughts in Zhao Yi's mind were turning sharply, the Sage of Time had already been carried by the black qi to the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

When Zhao Yi heard the movement and looked up, he happened to see that the spirit of the Sage of Time was imprinted on the golden silk nanmu beams at the door.

The spirit of the Sage of Time crashed into the golden silk nanmu and let out a terrible scream, and then merged into the beam in a strange manner.

Zhao Yi looked at the strange patterns of the change of the sage of time's divine soul, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

What Zhao Yi was shocked was not the means of the sage divine soul when the black qi was refined.

It's the weird veins.

Zhao Yi swept at the door of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The same golden silk nanmu beams and pillars, there are at least hundreds at the entrance of the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

Each golden silk nanmu is densely covered with all kinds of strange veins!

If a vein represents a person's soul.

Then at least tens of millions of monks died tragically in this demon cave!

"It's too ruthless!"

Zhao Yi finally knew why Buddhism couldn't develop for more than 100,000 years.

The beams and pillars at the entrance of the Daxiong Treasure Hall are imprinted with at least tens of millions of divine souls.

It is conceivable that most of the gods and souls in this must be monks of Buddhism.

There is such a monster in the secret realm of the pagoda of Xiaoleiyin Temple, and the Buddha Sect is already very awesome if it is not extinct!

"What does that monster want to do with collecting so many monks' spirits?"

Although Zhao Yi had a monstrous wave in his heart, his movements were not slow at all.

As soon as he discovered the secret of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, Zhao Yi's feet moved, and the whole person fell straight down to the river under him.

The monster in the Daxiong Treasure Hall was too dangerous, even stronger than the tremor that came from the soul when Zhao Yi faced the real dragon.

The speed of the fall is fast.

When Zhao Yi was thinking in his brain, his ears had already heard the roar of a deafening waterfall not far away, and there was water vapor churning up under him, and he was about to touch the surface of the water.

Zhao Yi wasn't sure if the river could stop the monster's perception.

But compared to being exposed to the sight of monsters.

The churning river gave Zhao Yi a sense of security.

Thump!

Zhao Yi's back smashed on the water, splashing a large wave.

His eyes kept staring in the direction of the Mahavira Hall.

The strange black gas did not catch up.

Zhao Yi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His body sank into the water, and he was just about to find a way away from the valley when he caught a glimpse of the direction of the river embankment out of the corner of his eye.

The next moment, Zhao Yi's scalp suddenly became numb, the hairs on his body stood on end, and goosebumps rose.

Everywhere Zhao Yi looked, there was something black like a tree root.

If it was just the roots of the tree, Zhao Yi would not be so shocked.

What made Zhao Yi feel horrified was that the black tree roots were densely covered with strange veins, all of which were human spirits.

Zhao Yi looked at it, and the river embankment stretched for many miles.

On the huge black tree roots, there are no less than hundreds of millions of cultivators' souls!

ps: My heart is empty, my mind is blank, I don't know what to do, I want to find something to do, so I code a chapter.

(End of chapter)