"No matter why it suddenly became extinct, it was tens of thousands of years ago, and this place was completely closed before, so it must have something to do with it," Mo Ghost took a few steps forward, "Let's go in and have a look." ”

"What is this, labyrinth?" the little fox followed her, looking at the tall stone wall in front of her, and opened a few entrances, "Where do we have to enter?"

Mo Ghost didn't answer, and passed in front of the three entrances in turn, looking at the scene inside was about the same, all surrounded by high stone walls, and the twists and turns inside were faintly visible.

"Where do you want to get in from?" asked Mo Ghost, turning his head, this little fox had always had good luck.

"Hmmm..." The little fox bit its paws, "This way!"

The little fox pointed to the entrance on the right closest to her, and she didn't hesitate to step into it directly.

The high wall of stones is supposed to be insulated from the divine sense, and once you enter here, you can't see anything next to it, and there is an invisible barrier above your head, and the monk can't jump on it at all.

"What are you doing with the array disk?" the little fox asked strangely when she saw her take out a five-inch empty array disk from the storage bag.

"Record the road we have walked, proportional to the number of steps, not only can we return the same way, but also record where there is a fork in the road, so that we will not get lost and can't tell the direction. Mo Ghost said, took out the carving knife and moved his hand in the right third below.

Take the entrance to the south, the direction of the face is north, the left is west, the right is east, every step you take, carve a little bit on it, and you come to a gate.

"Can I get out here?" the little fox stretched out its paws and tried to push it out, but it didn't work, and the door seemed to be embedded inside.

"I'm afraid not. "On the array plate in Mo Ghost's hand, this gate is in the east, not far from the location of their entrance in the south," we retreated to the position where we had just forked in the road and walked in the other direction. ”

Mo Ghost tried a few more times, stopping at a three-way intersection, "You actually went around again?"

"Where?" the little fox looked at the array disk in her hand, "No!"

"My painting is naturally biased, you look here," Mo Ghost raised its chin and looked at a depression in the wall, not knowing what it had hit, "We just passed by here and took the road on the far right. ”

"Now it's coming out of the middle again?" the little fox stared at carefully, as if he had just passed here, "Then let's go from the left this time!"

Mo Ghost corrected the route on the array, raised his head and saw the little fox pointing to the road on the left, and thought for a while, "It's okay." ”

This time, I saw the exit, but when I came out, I realized that it was the entrance.

"How did we get out of the middle entrance?" the little fox scratched the fur on his neck and looked left and right.

"Every time you meet a fork, you go to the left, and it's not surprising that we can come back. Mo Ghost filled the array completely, raised his feet and walked in again, and then chose another path.

"You know you're going this way?" the little fox was not surprised to see her.

"I'm just trying to prove that the three entrances can be connected, and no matter which one you enter, it's all the same, and you end up merging into a complicated fork in the road. Mo Ghost replied with his mouth on his lips, and his hands did not stop.

After going around a few more times, Mo Ghost found two doors in the east and three in the west, but they were all fake, except for the north, which would be inadvertently bypassed as soon as it passed.

At this point, she had a number in her heart.

The little fox kept walking as far north as he could, and finally, after a turn, he saw a black-gray gate.

The little fox stepped forward and pushed it away as usual, it didn't have any hope, it had tried several times before, but who would have thought that this time as soon as it stretched over, it heard a 'crunch', the door opened leisurely, it was surprised for a moment, "Huh?"

Mo Ghost pushed the door and walked out, and immediately felt the heat rushing to his face.

"Why is it so hot here?" the little fox was covered with aura, protecting himself.

A few steps further on, there is a cliff, you can see the blue and white wall on the opposite bank in the distance, but there is orange-red magma under the cliff in the middle, and occasionally you can see a few bubbles, which makes people prohibitive.

"Isn't it, magma?" the little fox hugged Mo Ghost's collar and looked down, "Did you open the wrong door again?"

Mo Ghost looked at the lines like scribbles on the array plate, twisting and turning together, and it took several turns to find here, "Let's try to see if we can go back, and then find out if there are any other open doors." ”

This time she took the little fox and walked through almost the entire labyrinth of stone walls, and found the gate on the east and west sides, but she still couldn't open it, and finally returned to the north side.

When I opened the door, the heat was still there, and I could even hear the sound of 'coo-goo' on the edge of the cliff.

"But if it's wrong, how can it be that only this place can be opened?" Mo Ghost squatted down, his aura was withdrawn, and his hand touched the ground, it was not as hot as he imagined, but the air was filled with heat, giving people the feeling that it was emanating from below.

Thinking of this, Mo Ghost's mind moved slightly, took out a bundle of rope from the storage bag, pulled out one, came to the cliff wall, and put it down along the edge.

"How can this not be melted?" The little fox saw that the rope was in the magma, but she still did not let go of her hand, and the rope did not melt due to the excessive temperature, you must know that this is just an ordinary rope.

"Because there's no magma down there. Mo Guigui took back the rope, tied the two sections together, threw them on the stones on the opposite bank and wrapped them, and built a bridge with the ropes, "Let's go." ”

She also had two ropes in her hand, just in case something might happen.

The more you walk above the magma, the temperature around you drops instead of rising, and it is cooler than at the entrance of the labyrinth. On the other side, the temperature dropped completely.

Where they now stood was a suspended pumice stone platform with only a courtyard on it, surrounded by a blue and white wall. The gate is wooden and painted gray and black, and the plaque on the door reads 'Purgatory'.

A few steps to the front, the door was unlocked, and it was gently pushed open.

The moment he stepped in, the bamboo flute on his waist shook slightly, but Mo Ghost was busy looking around and didn't notice it.

In the courtyard, everything is in black, white and gray tones, which looks very depressing. There is a row of houses on each of the left, middle and right sides, and the stone road in front of the house meets not far from the gate. The door on the right side of the house was wide open, and the divine sense swept over, and rows of stone beds were quietly placed among them.

Mo Ghost came to the left side first, pushed the door open, and saw more than a dozen rows of bookshelves standing there, piled with books on yellow paper.

On the left hand side of the door, by the window, there is a stone table, a pile of yellow paper on the table, and the top one has something written on it, obviously not finished yet. The paper is the same size as the bookshelf, and it is most likely bound after writing.

First come to the desk, pick up the top paper, it should be written a person's name, followed by a simple introduction, because I have not studied ancient characters specifically, I can only understand approximately.

Putting the paper back in place, Mo Ghost paced to the bookshelf, and at a glance saw the eye-catching red mark next to the first three rows, the next few rows were yellow, and the most were green, accounting for more than half, about seventy percent.

Picking up a booklet with a red mark, Mo Ghost opened it and saw that there was still a person's name on each piece of paper, and an introduction was written on the back.

But unlike on the table, everyone on the booklet marked cultivation, all of them are in the Jindan period, most of them are scattered cultivators, and there are also from the sect, but she doesn't know the names of most of the sects, and she also saw the Qingfeng faction at a glance, which is the sect on the token she saw when she got the phantom bell.

The booklet she was reading was in the second row of the first bookshelf, flat to her eyes. After putting it back in its place, Mo Ghost raised his arm and picked up the book on the first row, this time flipping through it, all the Yuan Infant Monks were written in the introduction at the back.

The little fox stood on her shoulder, his eyes wandering around with the movements of her hands.

In its eyes, I saw Mo Ghost pick up a book casually, turn it directly from beginning to end, and bring a breeze, and those who didn't know thought she was fanning the wind. At this speed, she quickly swept the entire bookshelf and walked directly to the next row.

"You... Is this watching?" asked the little fox in a whisper in her ear during the break in her walk.

"No, I just read a few pages carefully, and I just remember the rest, and I can write it down again if I need it in the future, and I don't know the words on it, and it doesn't help to read it carefully now. Mo Ghost replied with his mouth, but his hand did not stop.

When the pupil reaches the second layer, her brain is like a camera, imprinting everything she sees in her mind, and if she needs to, she can remember even the smallest details.

What kind of list should be recorded here, Mo Ghost didn't have time to study their backgrounds one by one, besides, these people should all be monks from 10,000 years ago, in fact, it doesn't make much sense, just to look through it just in case.

Seeing the yellow gear, it was full of monks who had built the foundation and refining qi, and in front of a person's name, Mo Ghost's hand paused.

"What's wrong?" the little fox asked when she saw her stop, reading the text seriously, pointing to the introduction behind her, frowning tightly.

"This is Xiaoyao's disciple. "Mo Ghost turned to the back page, it was still from Xiaoyao, five in a row, the same time, the same place, all of them were in the foundation building period, and one of them was still a direct disciple of the Yuanying Monk.

"What the hell is this list?" the god mysteriously wrote nearly thirty bookshelves.

"I don't know yet. Mo Ghost shook his head, and continued to flip through a few books, and when it came to the Qi refining period, he saw more disciples of Xiaoyao, and sometimes even wrote ten people together, all of whom were not low-talented monks.

On the green bookshelf in the back, all of them were written by mortals, and Mo Ghost only read a few copies before closing them and walking outside.

There were about 100 monks from Xiaoyao who had seen her, mainly in the Qi refining period, and there were more than 20 in the foundation building period, but no matter how high the cultivation was, she had never seen them. As for what exactly this is, Mo Ghost still has no clue.

Xiaoyao has always existed since the opening of the Xuan Spirit Realm, and has never broken the inheritance, even if there are ups and downs in the middle, it is not the master who can be rubbed by others.

There is a purgatory prison written at the door of the courtyard, and you can tell what it is for detention by looking at the name, how can there be monks here?

Unable to figure it out, Mo Ghost put the list aside for the time being and came to the middle room.

As soon as you enter the door, the layout of this place gives Mo Ghost a familiar feeling, very much like the deacon hall inside the door, there are several stone tables inside, and there are still carvings on the wall behind the room, and there are marks that have been crossed out from time to time.

"Strange place. The little fox muttered.

Mo Ghost didn't pay attention to it, and when he came to the stone table, it was really full of yellow brown paper underneath, and he looked at it casually, and a person's name was marked with Person A, Person B, Person C, etc., and it was the same behind several tables in a row.

It wasn't until behind the stone table on the left side that it was different, and she saw a slightly familiar name, which was a monk with cultivation that she had just seen.

In the corner, there is also a stone table that is more special, on the yellow paper on which the names of several Yuanying monks are recorded, but there are many names that do not have any impression along with it, and they should be mortals.

It stands to reason that this is very clear and should not be mistaken, but why are they mixed up again?

Next to these papers, there was also a token, Mo Ghost picked it up, and saw the word '澹台' written on the front, and a flower painted in the lower right corner, but she couldn't see what variety, and the words 'Purgatory Hell' were written on the back.

"Prison, does it mean imprisonment? But I don't think it's like this place!"

"It's not quite like it, but it's also possible that some mechanism leads to somewhere, so let's take a closer look. Mo Ghost held the token in his hand, and found only one in the entire room, and there was nothing unusual about it.

"Let's go see the last room. "There is nothing to be gained here, Mo Ghost took the little fox and walked out.

When he stepped out, Mo Ghost only felt a vibration in the skirt, just lowered his head, and before his steps fell, he saw the bamboo flute on his waist 'whoosh' disappear at once, and flew into the distance, she followed her gaze, only to see a pale green trail in the air.

"How ······ it" The little fox just wanted to say why it ran away again, but Mo Ghost raised his aura and chased after her, quickly grabbed her collar, and swallowed the rest of the words.

The time under the Jiujiang River flashed in Mo Ghost's mind, this bamboo flute went uncontrollably to suck the Soul Devouring Flower away, and now it is the second time, and he doesn't even know where he is flying, he only sees the direction outside the courtyard gate.

All her attention was on the bamboo flute, and she walked directly along the path outside the house to the door, and when she arrived at the intersection, she felt that she had stepped into the air all of a sudden, and the token in her hand suddenly lit up.

Then there was the feeling of weightlessness, and together with the little fox, he was in a trance for a moment before falling to the ground.

Mo Ghost controlled his balance, raised his head after standing still, and his pupils reflected a soul body floating in the air, his face was pale, his cheeks were thin, and he was looking at her indifferently with scarlet eyes open at this time, and the distance between the two was no more than a finger.

She could even see her wide-eyed self in the pupils of the other party's eyes, and she was rarely frightened.

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