The scene froze there, Tang Xiaoguo was helpless, and Jin Zhanpeng was worried. Neither side could make a move, but neither of them could give up, so they had to sit with such big eyes and small eyes. Moreover, they are likely to sit down like this until Tang Xiaoguo's stay is approaching or another accident occurs.

At this time, the only person who had a free body was Qian Yang in the passage, and he was frowning at this time and flipping through the memories in his mind, as for the reason for frowning, it was naturally because his configuration in this Qi refining period really couldn't bring such a large hard disk.

A few days ago, he forcibly stuffed countless books into his sea of knowledge, and he didn't have time to sort them out, and now he wanted to find something from it, but it was quite exhausting.

There is no doubt that Qian Yang is trying his best to find the relevant information of the porcelain vase at this time, and he has already remembered the shape of the porcelain vase when he sneaks a look behind the fat man, but from prehistory, he can't be sure what this slightly strange style porcelain vase is, which also invisibly increases the difficulty of his search for information.

A few days passed in a hurry, and Qian Yang finally found relevant information about the porcelain vase from several books, and after mutual corroboration, he also had a preliminary judgment on the porcelain vase.

But as soon as this judgment came out, Qian Yang's brows locked deeper.

"How can this be? It's obviously illogical?" Qian Yang's brain was almost burning, but he still couldn't find a reasonable reason.

Through the mutual corroboration of countless materials in his mind, Qian Yang can almost be 100% sure that the porcelain vase in the center of the square is a legendary "soul bottle".

It is said to be "legendary" because Qian Yang lived for so many years in his previous life, and he has never seen any soul bottle with his own eyes, in fact, it is not only him, I believe that many ordinary people, and even some collectors who love antiques will be a little unfamiliar with the soul bottle.

The soul bottle is not an antique in the usual sense, no one will put the soul bottle on the display shelf at home, and no one will hold a soul bottle to play with on weekdays.

Because the soul bottle is a kind of burial utensils, or in other words, the soul bottle is a pure funeral item.

The soul bottle, also known as the "barn jar", also known as the soul bottle, originated in the Western Han Dynasty, flourished in the Three Kingdoms, flourished in the Song Dynasty, and declined in the Republic of China.

The traditional belief is that the soul does not die after death, that food is still needed in the underworld, and that the living must prepare food for the dead. The soul bottle is named after the five grains, and the words of the five grains are written on it, and the five grains are built-in, and they are buried with the deceased to meet the diet of the soul of the deceased, and it is a thing that sacrifices the soul and requiems. The Soul Bottle not only embodies the concern of the living for the dead, but also serves as a self-protection measure to appease the deceased soul and prevent it from coming back to the world.

There is also a belief that the spirit bottle is not a daily necessities for the deceased to use in the underworld, but a kind of witchcraft for collecting souls. Its unique shape is used to collect souls, and it is the magic object of the sorcerer's spell to suppress the tomb, that is, to collect the soul of the dead in a bottle, so that it will not jump out and make trouble.

Qian Yang didn't know which of these two statements was more reasonable, and he didn't know if the soul bottle could really achieve the effect that people expected millions of years ago. But there is no doubt that after the catastrophe of the end times is coming and the rules of heaven and earth have changed, the soul bottle must have had some effect, and the gathering of a large number of yin spirits around it is ironclad evidence.

There are two theories about the soul bottle, no matter which one, can barely explain the relationship between the yin spirit in front of you and the soul bottle. But what is the relationship between them, Qian Yang is actually not interested, what makes him puzzled is a more important thing, that is, the value of the soul bottle!

In the era when Qian Yang lived, if the price of a thing like a soul bottle was compared with other antiques of the same material and craftsmanship, it was extremely low.

It's very simple, antiques and antiques are naturally used for play. But the soul bottle is not for the living, but for the dead. No one will be idle and buy a soul bottle to take home and play with it secretly, if that's the case, this person's taste is too heavy.

Even in the most prosperous era of the antique market, few people would spend a lot of money to collect a soul bottle, and the most direct reason was "bad luck".

According to the records in Qianyang Zhihai, except for a few pieces with extremely fine materials and exquisite workmanship, the rest of the soul bottles could not be sold at a good price. If there was a soul bottle of value against the sky in this poor cemetery, Qian Yang would never believe it.

As an ordinary funeral article for civilians, a soul bottle will never be exquisitely made, let alone how much effort it has condensed and how much effort it has condensed, and he has not experienced collection and play, how much spirituality can he have? How much aura can it contain?

Since the soul bottle contained a limited amount of aura, why did it change the rules in the ruins?

Herein lies the contradiction!

Either Qian Yang's judgment of the value of the soul bottle was wrong, or there was something wrong with his previous inference about the ruins.

Qian Yang shook his head vigorously, and his stomach made a chirp at the right time.

Qian Yang took out a Bigu Pill from the Qiankun bag and stuffed it into his mouth, he had been living on the pill since he went out this time, and at this time the bird had faded out of his mouth, he really suspected that he would lose his sense of taste if he didn't eat a serious meal again. Counting the days, it seems that it has not been a month since the last time I took Bigu Dan, and my stomach has begun to be in a hurry, it seems that I have used my brain too much in the past few days, and my body has begun to warn.

"It's time to end this experience!" Qian Yang felt a little tired in his heart.

The Asking Heart Trick has brought him an incomparable advantage, but it is also extremely exhausting, the previous forced memory and the desperate backtracking of the past few days have brought him close to the limit, and at this time Qian Yang can no longer even concentrate on thinking about what went wrong.

People's energy is limited after all, and immortal cultivators are no exception.

In fact, recently, Qian Yang has been in a tense state. If the pressure of seeking resources and the pressure of cultivation improvement was still voluntarily endured by him, then some invisible pressure beyond that was the most overwhelming for him.

Tang Xiaoguo once talked to him about the feud between the sect leader and the elders, Qian Yang pretended not to take it to heart, but he saw the battle between the Grinding Sword Hall and the Law Enforcement Hall with his own eyes on Tian Glyco's body. He also witnessed Li Xiaofei's hesitation from extreme loss to confidence and then to confusion. He even heard about the harsh rules of Wuliang Valley from Lu Shi, and also saw the shameless and helpless pathetic faces of Wuliang Valley disciples.

Qian Yang has been forcing himself not to think about this, he is afraid, he doesn't want to face it, but he also knows clearly that he can't escape after all, or rather, no one can escape.

He saw that everyone around him had stepped into this whirlpool intentionally or unintentionally, whether it was Qi Mu's disdain, or the fat man's slipperyness, or Li Xiaofei's struggle, Chu Nan's right, Tang Xiaoguo's identity, etc., all of which made Qian Yang's deep inner uneasiness slowly accumulate. This uneasiness stems from his disagreement with certain things, he doesn't know how to deal with himself when the vortex comes, he feels that his heart does not fit into the world.

On weekdays, Qian Yang would try his best to control his thoughts and focus his thinking on improving his cultivation. He racked his brains to find the relics in order to accumulate the resources needed to improve his cultivation, no matter what, it would not be wrong to improve his cultivation after all, and with a higher cultivation, he would have enough confidence to face the unpredictable future.

But pressure needs a breakthrough after all. Today's Qian Yang is due to a long period of overload thinking, which has caused his energy to drop to the bottom, and his physical and mental fatigue has also reduced his self-control ability to an unprecedented low.

Thoughts are scattered!

Qian Yang couldn't control his state of mind anymore, and all kinds of thoughts came flooding in. When Qian Yang's heart defense was the most vulnerable, the slight unhappiness of the past was magnified countless times in an instant, and these negative emotions were like a huge black shadow, slowly immersed in Qian Yang's sea of knowledge.

Demons!

Qian Yang was unprepared, and encountered a demon in the passage of this ruin!

The demons of the heart can make almost all monks talk about it!

The inner demon is the lifelong enemy of almost all cultivators!

The demon in the heart is the demon in the human heart!

Hatred, greed, delusions, obsessions, resentments, etc., may turn into demons.

Everyone has inner demons, but the more condensed the monk's spirit, the more ferocious the inner demons become. No matter what kind of cultivation a cultivator is, he or she may encounter inner demons, and no matter how high or low the cultivator is, he will always have a knot in his heart that cannot be resolved, and the inner demons will often take advantage of the weakness when the monk's body is severely damaged or his state of mind is hit.

On the way forward, there are countless monks who are defeated by the inner demons, causing their souls to be scattered, and those monks who are not in sufficient state of mind cultivation are often vulnerable in front of the inner demons. But the most frightening thing about the demons is that even if you have enough state of mind, you are not sure to win.

Inner demons can devour people in an instant, or they can always exist in the monk's sea of consciousness. It can be hidden, it can grow, just like a lingering nightmare, as long as you can't break it, you can't understand it, the demons will always haunt you, until you are exhausted, until you are willing to sink.

Qian Yang's consciousness wandered aimlessly, and his memories turned into disorderly fragments, presented in front of his eyes frame by frame. Qian Yang didn't know what he was looking at or what he was doing, he just followed the memories in front of him or cried or laughed, sad or happy.

The light grew darker and darker, and the dark shadow in the sea of his consciousness gradually condensed into a ball, and slowly transformed into a huge face. There was not the slightest expression on this face, and it just floated above Qian Yang's head, staring coldly.

I don't know how long it took, and the memory fragment in front of Qian Yang's eyes just showed the scene when he met the red-faced old man in the belly of the Black Stone Mountain.

"What is the way of heaven?" the red-faced old man's voice was deafening.

Qian Yang was shocked, and was recalled a little conscious in an instant.

At this moment, the huge face floating in the air also opened its mouth at the same time, and the rumbling echo shook Qian Yang's entire Zhihai:

"Ho...... For...... Sky...... Dao?"