Click!

A crisp sound that only Mo Xie could hear, boomed in his ears, and suddenly his eyes darkened, and there seemed to be some kind of change in his body, but for a while, he couldn't say it, the physical body, cultivation, and soul were all not, this feeling was indescribable.

"You've passed. ”

The black-robed young man was very satisfied with Mo Xie's actions, he smiled slightly, waved his sleeves slightly, and the scene in front of Mo Xie suddenly distorted, and then, his heart suddenly tightened, he suddenly lowered his head, and hurriedly walked forward two or three steps.

"Phew! almost died. ”

Sweat rolled down Mo Xie's cheeks, and his eyes looked at the scene behind him with palpitations, only to see that he had just walked through the place, it was a cliff, a black hole below, and from time to time a cold cool breeze blew up from below, and the planks at both ends were only three fingers wide as bridges, and there were no guardrails on either side.

When he got out of the illusion, one of his feet had already stepped into the abyss, and his body began to tilt, if it wasn't for the ink evil to wake up in time, I am afraid he would have fallen into the bottomless abyss.

"This is the end of the heart refining path?"

After relieving himself for a while, Mo Xie looked around, and found that in addition to the thick fog that made him unable to see things nearby, there was also a suspension bridge that stretched somewhere.

He cautiously walked onto the drawbridge, holding the chains on either side with both hands, and every time he advanced, the ink demon would test if the planks in front of him were still there, all because of the damn mist.

I don't know how long it took to be gone.

The surrounding fog began to gradually become thinner, and finally when the fog completely dissipated, the ink evil had already arrived in the Ancient Sect's Scripture Pavilion.

"This is the Scripture Pavilion?"

Mo Xie looked at the "Hidden Scripture Pavilion" in front of him with a face full of doubt and disbelief, and he even wondered if he had taken a fork in the road and came to the cemetery of the ancient sect?

I saw that there were many tombstones standing densely in front of him, large and small grave bags were placed irregularly, and the tombstones had words that seemed to be written in blood, and after tens of thousands of years, they were still as if they had just been written, very gorgeous and fresh.

"The inner disciple of the Split Sky Sect, Wan Qing, the early stage of the Yuan Infant. ”

Mo Xie squatted on his body, looking at the words on the tombstone, and suddenly it turned out that the sect that mastered this secret realm was called the Split Sky Sect, but as for why it suddenly perished, this Ink Evil has no way of knowing, after all, there is no record of these in the travel book, but if you look at it from the side, this Split Sky Sect is really powerful.

Even a mere inner disciple has the realm of the early stage of the Yuan Infant, so what about the core disciples, descendant disciples, elders, and sect masters at the top? What kind of cultivation will there be? With such a powerful strength of the Splitting Sky Sect, in their eyes, the Afterlife Sect may not even be as good as a miscellaneous disciple.

"What happened in the ancients, why did such a powerful sect disappear?" Mo Xie pondered, he had read a large number of travelogues, and there were only a few basic summaries of the ancients, that is, a great horror had occurred, and the ancient monks disappeared in the long river of time.

This is a travelogue that is said to have been written by the author who found some clues in some ancient ruins.

He found a law in the world of cultivating immortals, that is, most of the ancient ruins contained a large number of secret treasures and materials, but only the corpses of any ancient monks were found, although most of the buildings in the ancient ruins were decaying and collapsed, but that was only the appearance of erosion after countless years.

Therefore, he boldly guessed that something terrifying must have happened in ancient times, affecting the entire immortal cultivation world, causing all the ancient monks to disappear in an instant.

Mo Xie looked at the tombstone, and suddenly the god put his hand on the tombstone.

Rumble!

A majestic message suddenly poured into his mind, which shocked Mo Xie's mind, and he almost became an idiot by these sudden messages, but fortunately, his soul was very strong and resisted the information turbulence.

"Death Gaze?"

Mo Xie closed his eyes tightly, and a large number of exercises passed through his mind, each of which had a relevant introduction and precautions for cultivation, but he didn't choose, and let this information flow back into the tombstone, he wouldn't bet that he could steal a few magical powers in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

Because the entire secret realm of all souls is shrouded by the Eye of Heavenly Punishment, if you commit any taboos, how can the Eye of Heavenly Punishment give you a look at the time of the time?

"Inner disciple, Zhou He, middle Yuan Infant. ”

"Inner disciple, Wang Tong, in the middle of the Yuan Infant. ”

"Core disciple, Ai Long, the early stage of the True Spirit!"

"Above the Yuan Baby?" A touch of light crossed the ink evil's eyes, the realm above the Yuan Infant is called the True Spirit Period, and now the entire immortal cultivation world is a rare existence, collectively referred to as the Almighty, but this Mighty One and the Other Mighty One are still far behind the ancient Mighty.

In today's immortal cultivation world, the higher the realm, the fewer monks, and the lower the realm required for the collectively referred to as the mighty, which is not the same as the peak period of the ancients, and the powerful people in the ancient period must have at least two or three great realms beyond the true spirit period to be qualified to be called powerful.

"What if you come across something stronger?"

The ink evil continued to go deeper into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the tombstones encountered became fewer and fewer, and at some point a heavenly punishment eye appeared above the head, staring at the ink evil, the purple intention in the eyes was constantly condensing, hidden but not revealed, as if waiting for a certain moment.

"Disciple of the lineage, Ku Dong, the early stage of the empty ancient period!"

"Disciple of the lineage, Mo Zibai, mid-void ancient period!"

The words on the tombstone skipped through Mo Xie's single eye, and he became more and more excited, and he didn't even notice the Heavenly Punishment Eye above his head, but searched for a higher tombstone, trying to obtain the strongest supernatural power.

"This is a formation?"

Mo Xie's figure suddenly stopped, his eyes showed solemnity, not far in front of his eyes, shrouded in a translucent film, the mysterious symbols flowing on it, a breath of ancient and ancient slowly emanating from this, you don't need to look at it to know that this thing is a formation laid by the ancient power, used to protect the mausoleum inside from being disturbed.

"To go in or not to go in?"

Now the problem is here, if you go in, you may alarm the formation and be wiped out, if you don't go in, you can only look at the opportunity in front of you and choose the next tombstone, which makes the Mo Evil, who is born to cherish his life, a little embarrassed, and he doesn't know how to choose for a while.

After struggling in place for a long time, looking at the tombstone of the descendant disciple for a while, looking at the tombstone in the formation for a while, there was a struggle in his eyes, and if he wanted to be stable, he chose the tombstone of the descendant disciple, and if he wanted to make a wave, if the bicycle became a motorcycle, he needed to risk his life.

"Damn, I've gambled so many times, I don't believe I'll lose this time. ”

He followed his inner thoughts, since he came, he was gambling once, fighting for it, and acting timidly was not the style of Mo Xie. In his short road to cultivating immortals, this kind of gamble with little hope is the first time, the first two bets are life and death, and the winning rate is not as slim as it is now.

Scold!

He took out the killing knife and cautiously stepped into the formation.

Rumble!

At this time, the Eye of Heavenly Punishment on the top of the Ink Evil's head, the purple mangs vibrated greatly, condensing a dazzling small dot, and a slender purple line like a line erupted from the Eye of Heavenly Punishment, and suddenly bombarded the formation, making the entire formation tremble, and the translucent film was like water on the surface of the lake, with bursts of ripples.

"Where did the Eye of Heavenly Punishment come from?" Mo Xie, who was preoccupied with guarding against the unexpected, was suddenly frightened by the attack of the Eye of Heavenly Punishment, it was too sudden, and it was at this kind of nervous time.

"This formation is used to guard against the Eye of Heavenly Punishment?" Mo Xie said to himself as he looked at the rippling formation.

But in the next second, he didn't think so, because a large amount of purple light was refracted by the formation, turning into hundreds, densely falling from the sky like rain, and each purple line was the same as the purple line attacked by the Eye of Heavenly Punishment.

"It's over!"

The pupils in the eyes of the ink evil constricted, what kind of strength was the attack of the eye of heavenly punishment? At the beginning, it was only after fighting a large number of spiritual weapons and essence in the air that it was able to resist, although the attack power of the purple line in front of him may be slightly weaker, but the ink evil could not withstand hundreds of them.

Sonor!

He raised the killing knife high, blocking the purple line closest to him, only to feel an indescribable huge force from the killing knife to his arms, and after passing through his body from his arms to his feet, a half-meter depression suddenly appeared under his feet.

"You can block it!"

Mo Xie checked the situation of the killing knife and found that the purple thread only caused a small black spot on the blade surface of the killing knife, and he gently wiped it with his sleeve and disappeared, revealing an intact dark red, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Although the quality of the Killing Knife is at the level of the best magic weapon, its material is peerless and rare, and it can be said that it is much stronger than the best spirit weapon in terms of hardness.

"Come on!"

While urging the floating footwork to move forward, the ink evil resisted the attack from the sky, and for a while, the soil under his feet splashed everywhere, forming huge depressions, and the landform in the entire formation changed, as if it had been bombed by missiles collectively, but the strange thing was that these lands then slowly squirmed and repaired the depressions, as if this land was alive.

"Shhh

Mo Xie, who was running wildly, suddenly turned pale, because the purple light was too dense, causing the killing knife to not be able to withstand it at all, the entire arm was penetrated by the purple light, a large amount of blood splashed, the wound emitted a faint gas, and a smell of flesh reached his nose.

"I'm a little hungry. ”

He was attracted by the taste, and his mind began to loosen when he was infused all over his body, and then he remembered that he hadn't eaten for several days since he entered the Myriad Soul Realm.