Chang Ling fiercely opened his eyes and raised his feet to step forward, just wanting to pull those monks back.

But before she could get up to them, the suction of the wall disappeared at once.

Except for the monk who had completed the drawing of the rune pattern, his body was a little shriveled, and the rest of the people were only very pale from excessive blood loss.

The most terrifying thing is that they are staring blankly, not knowing where they are looking or what they are thinking.

The same voice from before rang out again.

"I'm finally, coming out. ”

There was too much resentment and anger in his tone.

Chang Ling's field of vision gradually began to glow red.

To be precise, the air in this room is constantly stained with scarlet.

Chang Ling held the Yuan Sacrifice Sword in his hand and looked around nervously.

"You can't see me. ”

Chang Ling turned around violently, and unsurprisingly could only see nothingness.

"Who is it?" she asked coldly.

"Now, it's only been a few thousand years, and the people on the mainland have forgotten my name? Oh, I see, the other old guys are dead. The voice chuckled, a little pleasure added to it.

Thousands of years...... Could it be that this voice is the owner of this tomb?

"Senior, are you the owner of this tomb?" Chang Ling asked tentatively.

A few more muffled laughs.

"No, I am this man's enemy, and there is a sea of blood between me and him. ”

"However, in our fight, I still won, no, after thousands of years, he has long been scattered and has not left a trace in this world, and I am about to go out of here and enjoy a new life. ”

"But maybe a little uncomfortable, the next thing I have to experience is what it's like to be a woman. ”

Chang Ling's face became more and more solemn, the tomb left by the Mystic Law Realm monk may not be for the purpose of passing on the practice secrets, but perhaps to suppress the person in front of him.

The word 'snatching' instantly crossed Chang Ling's mind.

There was a wake-up call in her heart.

"Oh, by the way, they used to call me Blood, what's your name. He continued, as if it were really new friends exchanging names with each other.

Chang Ling didn't answer, and in the afterglow, she saw that the rest of the monks had passed out unconsciously, and she couldn't get any other help.

In other words, no matter how many Contemplation Realm cultivators there are, in front of a Yuan Infant Realm or even a Mystic Law Realm cultivator, it will not be enough to see at all.

The gap in cultivation is not something that can be bridged by the number of people.

didn't receive an answer from Chang Ling, and the man lost interest in continuing to chat.

He's just been trapped here for many years, and he hasn't talked to anyone for a long time, and he's just a little lonely.

Loneliness is not worth mentioning in the face of big things.

In the next moment, his spirit rushed into Chang Ling's mind.

Chang Ling had only heard about this kind of thing in books before, but she didn't know much about the specific feeling process.

As for how to avoid being taken away.

There is no answer in the book, and if you force others to answer, it is estimated that the only one is 'I hope you will have a better life in your next life'.

And the monks who were taken away only had one end of their souls, and they would not even have the next life.

Chang Ling herself didn't even feel anything, and this person's spirit came to her sea of knowledge.

In fact, the murals in this room were all generated through his ability, and they had no effect of helping people cultivate, but they could take people's hearts and have a certain hallucinogenic effect.

No, those monks have been tricked, and ordinary people can't think of the weirdness of drawing talismans on the walls with blood.

The rest of Chang Ling was a little better, but it wasn't much better.

I barely managed to draw it myself, but I couldn't stop my companions.

However, he is also a tiger in Pingyang, and there is no other choice in front of him.

The many formations in this tomb are all to prevent people from the outside world from entering, while the other formations inside are all to restrict him.

The special exercises he cultivated back then, after successfully advancing to the Mystic Law Realm, were already about to reach the point of immortality.

Dripping blood is reborn.

The old fellow joined forces with several other men to surround him, and they fought for months, until they ran out of oil, but they still could not kill him.

In the end, one of them chose to blow himself up, and with the help of this huge force, the rest of them sealed him here, and finally suppressed it with the corpse of a Mystic Law Realm monk, and they used the last period of their lives to constantly improve the formation above this 'tomb'.

In the end, what can barely be achieved, that is, he can be completely destroyed in thousands of years.

One by one, they died much earlier than him, so early that they didn't know that as the aura gradually dried up, the tomb had to expose more parts to absorb the aura, and then it was discovered by the monks thousands of years later.

Every monk who died here, the qi and blood corpses could be used by him, and he survived little by little.

He didn't know if he should thank those sworn enemies for allowing him to exist in such a half-human, half-ghost form for so many years, which had exceeded the five thousand years of life of a Mystic Law Realm cultivator.

He survived, and he would soon be given a new lease of life.

What was the name of the sect where those old guys used to be......

Without waiting for him to think through these things that had been too long ago, he had already entered Chang Ling's sea of knowledge.

Even though his remaining divine soul power was already insignificant to him, he still had an overwhelming number of monks in the face of the Condensing Realm cultivators.

As soon as he stepped into Chang Ling's sea of knowledge, his complexion changed.

What lingers in the air and constantly condenses towards him is karma?

I think he has arbitrarily gone all the way from the Pulse Opening Realm to the Mystic Law Realm, happily killing people with enmity and revenge, and he doesn't have such a strong karma, right?

What evil did this young nun do?

Before he could come up with an answer, he had to face the black fog.

As a demon cultivator, he didn't know much about this kind of thing, and a monk who can resist such karma and still be alive should have a pure heart, but how could a monk with a pure heart do such evil deeds?

He is a demon cultivator, and he was originally very afraid of this kind of thing.

Countless resentments and illusions unfolded little by little before his eyes.

At the last moment before losing consciousness, he smiled rather self-deprecatingly and made a mistake.

The saddest thing is that the hope of rebirth that has just been given to him is about to make him fall into the bottomless abyss.

He is different from Chang Ling, paranoid and bloodthirsty, he is vulnerable and vulnerable in the face of karma.

He himself didn't dare to look back from time to time, and often tortured his heart.

At first, he just felt that the world was a little unfair, but if he wanted others to hear his voice and see his anger, the only way was to use blood.

Only when their loved ones fall in a pool of blood will they bend down and weep and empathize.

And later.

For many things, killing people is the easiest way to solve them.

When he was in a bad mood, when he saw the smiling faces of the people walking by, he couldn't help but want to break their necks.

Why is there anyone in the world who can laugh?

Or is the world just too bad for him?

He thought he had forgotten everything, but under the effect of this karma, the faces of those whom he had killed at his own hands appeared in front of him very clearly.

In fact, he always remembered clearly, how dirty and sinful he was.

............

Chang Ling felt that something had entered her sea of consciousness, but she couldn't see it clearly.

Since the last time she absorbed a large amount of Yin Qi in these karmic obstacles in Black Wind Mountain, the black mist had become much thicker, and her divine soul could only see the realm ten zhang square.

She was in the corner of her own sea at this time, and she didn't dare to move rashly.

That's a Mystic Law Realm cultivator, for the vast majority of people on the continent, it's just a realm that exists in legends.

Chang Ling dragged Ah Bi's soul to his sea of consciousness, and he had to keep touching his big furry tail to ease his tension.

Abi's complexion is also very ugly.

A lot of things are like that, and until waiting for fate to pronounce its verdict, no struggle can be done, not even complaining.

The only thing Chang Ling can secretly scold herself for a few words is that she is not strong enough, but this kind of scolding is only useless at such a juncture.

Little by little, the clock passed.

She didn't feel any attack.

She had to pinch herself after a while to make sure she was still real, and not that she had been taken away and was still in a fantasy.

"Chang Ling, let's walk forward and take a look. Abi said.

It also tightens the heartstrings and forcibly suppresses the tension in the heart.

Chang Ling nodded, after all, this is still her sea of knowledge, and she will still feel any changes at the first time, but this black fog is too dense now, and she can't judge which direction the remnant soul that came in is.

Her steps never seemed to be so small, and she walked forward little by little, without the feeling that this was her own knowledge of the sea.

With the improvement of her divine soul power, her sea of consciousness has expanded a few points, but as she walks, there is always an end.

The truth is, not long after she left, she heard a scream coming from the front.

It was still the same voice just now, but there was no trace of calmness and lowness, it was full of fear and pain.

Ah Bi's brain was still a few points faster than Chang Ling at this time.

"Let's go over and take a look. "Its voice is a little urgent, and it would be great if it could take advantage of its illness to kill him.

It's not just as simple as eliminating harm for the Tianxuan Continent, but the remnant soul left behind by a Mystic Law Realm cultivator has many benefits.

Chang Ling couldn't help but quicken his steps and walked towards that side.

Soon she saw the black mist that was tumbling and moving.

I could barely see that it was indeed a figure wrapped in black mist.

Looking at this person's aura and style of acting, it should be a demon cultivator and an evil cultivator, so he bumped into these karma in Chang Ling's sea of knowledge, and he didn't know how to judge his luck.

"Chang Ling, kill him. Abi said eagerly.

Those black fogs sensed Chang Ling coming, and there was a faint tendency to disperse.

Although they were always ready to attack Chang Ling, this was still her knowledge of the sea after all.

Chang Ling gritted her teeth, and the next moment, a long sword formed by splitting her soul appeared in the palm of her left hand.

Chang Ling stepped forward violently, aimed at the figure's body and quickly stabbed a few swords.

The figure, which had been struggling and howling violently, suddenly stopped moving.

Only the Divine Soul can hurt the Divine Soul, and Chang Ling used this Soul Splitting Long Sword to directly pierce this person's Divine Soul, which is equivalent to piercing the mortal body with an ordinary long sword.

Looking at the stiff and motionless figure in front of him, Chang Ling looked back at Abi as if asking for help.

only to find that Ah Bi's blue eyes were staring closely at the figure in front of him, and a pair of blue eyes exuded a shining light.

Chang Ling looked directly at its blue eyes, only to feel a strong feeling of dizziness coming over her, she hurriedly turned her head away, ran to Ah Bi's side, and made a protective gesture.

After the figure stopped struggling, the black fog surrounding him gradually dissipated, and soon Chang Ling could barely see the broken figure.

The flesh on her cheeks was only half flesh, and the other half was eerie bones, and her hollow eyes stared straight at her.

The flesh and internal organs on the body are also east and west, and the whole figure is very messy, it is hard to imagine that such a figure is still 'alive'.

The Divine Soul of a Mystic Law Realm monk still has its own special features.

He seemed to have come to his senses after a long time, and looked down at the wound on his body that had been stabbed by Chang Ling, and there was no blood to flow out of his body.

He raised his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

A rather bizarre scene appeared.

Little by little, the man's face was smoothed out, and a series of human features such as arms and legs were gradually retracted into the body.

Soon, the humanoid spirit from before turned into a black ball of light.

The light is still shrinking.

When this light ball shrank to the size of a palm, Ah Bi beside Chang Ling seemed to be unable to support her body anymore and fell violently at her feet.

Chang Ling hurriedly picked it up, and his spirit fainted, it must have been caused by excessive consumption.

This figure turned into a group of light, it must be Ah Bi's masterpiece, Chang Ling thought about it, and took a few steps forward to pick up the group of light.

Go back to the place where you often stay in the sea of consciousness, put the light cluster near your split soul, and react immediately if there is any abnormality.

Looking at Ah Bi's closed eyes, Chang Ling's heart couldn't help but feel distressed.

She knew that the situation in the sea was not good, and she couldn't leave Abi here to cultivate, Chang Ling gently put its spirit back into its body, and touched the little fox with closed eyes lying in the storage artifact, Chang Ling opened his eyes.

There's a mess left for her to clean up.

As the divine soul entered Chang Ling's sea of knowledge, the patterns on the murals around gradually dissipated, and it didn't take long for them to be indistinguishable from the other walls in this tomb.