After a rugged mountain path, through a dense jungle, and through a swamp full of poisonous insects, I finally came across a majestic mountain.

The cliff is steep, the strange flowers and plants are all over the steep cliff, there is a winding mountain road, on which people have carved out a stone ladder, all the way to the highest part of the mountain, which is the holy place in the minds of all the spell masters in southern Xinjiang, and is called the place of the spell mountain.

In Lu Yu's eyes, this mountain peak was shrouded in an inexplicable aura, majestic and mysterious, as if it was showing you the side of heaven and earth.

The spell master got the curse method from this place, but Lu Yu felt that they were empty into the treasure mountain without knowing it, the most precious thing in this mountain peak should be this mysterious and vast breath, in a way, this is the embodiment of the Dao, and carefully comprehending this mountain is in the process of receiving the shortcut path.

However, the Dao meaning here is still a bit one-sided, if you indulge in it, I am afraid that you can only pick up people's teeth and wisdom, and it will be difficult to get out of your own Dao, which is a big taboo for people like Lu Yu who practice the Heavenly Immortal Dao.

"Scholars are alive, are the likes dead?" Lu Yu asked himself in his heart.

At this time, the spell mountain was full of spell masters with strange lines on their faces, and they all had a deep breath, and there was an inexplicable aura wrapped around their bodies, which was very close to the Dao meaning shrouded in the spell mountain, but there seemed to be a slight gap.

It felt like food that had been bitten by someone, although the nature of the thing had not changed, but after all, a piece was missing. When Lu Yu stepped on the stone steps, there was a strange will that seemed to be approaching his body with the help of Dao Intent and entering his divine soul, Lu Yu was slightly shocked in his heart, but his face did not show the slightest change.

That will seems to be still in a state of chaos, approaching Lu Yu's body is completely relying on instinct, so Lu Yu very easily detained this will in his mind, he has already stimulated the five qi, his divine soul has been strengthened to the extreme, if the divine soul of an ordinary cultivator is a puddle of water, then his divine soul is a hard stone.

All the way up, many spell masters who passed by bowed their heads slightly when they saw the old man who had changed Lu Yu, indicating that the status of this old man on the spell mountain was not low.

When he was about to enter the top of the mountain, the scenery in front of him suddenly opened up, and a huge open space appeared in front of Lu Yu's eyes, like a flat land carved out by life, very abrupt, and the style of the entire curse mountain seemed a little incompatible.

At this time, the flat ground was already full of spell masters, and they sat cross-legged on the flat ground one by one, their eyes closed, and the mysterious aura lingered on them, making the whole place have a very grand feeling.

When they saw Lu Yu's changed old man come in, many spell masters opened their eyes, looked behind Lu Yu, and found that they had not brought back the so-called sacrifices, many people showed surprised looks on their faces, after all, the third elder of the curse mountain has been famous for his crazy grabbing sacrifices recently, and he actually returned empty-handed at this moment, unlike his style.

"Isn't this the great servant of the gods, who didn't bring a sacrifice to your lord today?" said a gray-haired old man in a playful tone.

The old man was dressed in a white robe, and his face also had strange markings, but the color was much lighter.

Lu Yu didn't know who the old man in front of him was, he could only imitate the tone of the dead old man and said, "Hmph! ”

"Elder Bai Xi, just say a few words, capture the sacrifice is unanimously agreed by all the elders of the Holy Mountain, the great god needs this sacrifice, I hope the elders can respect my lord a little. A black-robed spell master said.

"I know that you black-robed people have always been trying to resurrect that so-called god, but is the power of our cultivation really brought by that god, I think it is a gift from this heaven and earth, not an unknown god. Bai Xi talked eloquently, and he could see that many people in white robes nodded secretly, indicating that they agreed with Bai Xi's words very much.

What Lu Yu didn't know was that the so-called Curse Mountain was actually divided into two factions, one was wearing a white robe, and thought that the power of the Curse Mountain itself was a part of the rules of heaven and earth, so they only needed to sacrifice to heaven and earth, and they could cultivate sincerely, they generally had gentle means, and their temperament was not cruel, and they opposed blood sacrifices.

Another faction wore black robes, after they discovered the gods in the cursed mountain, they believed that the gods were the origin of this power, and all the great power should be attributed to the gods, they frantically sacrificed to the gods, hoping to get a response from the gods, and advocated the use of blood sacrifices to speed up the recovery of the gods, so the means were cruel and murderous, and many terrible events in southern Xinjiang had their shadows behind them.

However, during this time, the black-robed family was particularly active, and the gods they sacrificed to finally began to recover after so many years of sacrifices, and they had a simple consciousness, so the elders in the sect decided to start a grand blood sacrifice to make the great gods completely recover.

Many white-robed spell masters couldn't stand this kind of thing, so they went down the mountain to cultivate, and the white-robed people like Bai Xi who stayed in the curse mountain were already very few.

"Third Elder, you better come with me to meet the Venerable Lord. The black-robed man said respectfully to Lu Yu, and he didn't look at Bai Xi and them, as if he was disgusted with the flying flies.

"Hmph! When the Lord wakes up, I don't think these people will dare to be as rampant as they are now. Lu Yu said in a gloomy tone, and after speaking, he continued to walk forward with the guidance of the black robe.

After a while, a tall cave appeared in front of the two people, Lu Yu could clearly feel the breath from the cave, he was very familiar with this cave was the leyline node of the entire Spell Mountain, and it had already turned into the existence of the cave.

Passing through the wide entrance of the cave, there is a long passage, on both sides are smooth stone walls, if you look closely, the simple patterns are drawn, and looking at the rough lines and simple painting methods, Lu Yu can be sure that this must be from the hands of humans in ancient times.

While showing the appearance of the clouds and breeze, on the other hand, it is carefully looking at the content of the mural, after all, art comes from life, and these painting patterns can also tell people some information.

The pattern is very long, and it is obviously not graffiti, but a mural dedicated to the praise of the deity, which records the deity's past exploits.

Some of the frescoes tell the story of the god fighting against some hideous-looking beasts, turning them into piles of bones with a wave of his hand, and finally he sits on a throne made of bones and receives worship from all beings.