When the black ball of light disappeared, the middle-aged man waved his big hand forward, and the light mask with the sound insulation effect turned into a condensed yin qi like a filament. Even though it was relatively far away, Deng An could still feel the purity of the yin qi contained in the filament.

The middle-aged man seemed reluctant to waste, and suddenly opened his mouth, like a long whale sucking water, sucking all the scattered filaments of yin qi into his mouth. It's just that under the other party's mouth, the entire facial features are out of shape, which makes Deng An extremely uncomfortable.

The middle-aged man walked straight to the stone gate and gently pushed it open, without any obstacles, and after the stone gate, another passage appeared.

Deng An hurriedly followed the middle-aged man and found that the invisible resistance in front of him had disappeared. It was only when I got close to the front that I observed that the material of the stone gate did not seem to be an ordinary stone, and there were many complicated symbols carved on the surface, each of which still shone with a faint brilliance.

Seeing that Deng An was still curiously observing the stone gate, the middle-aged man Wen Yan reminded: "Inside the passage first, don't delay time in front of the door, after a stick of incense, the seal of this stone door will be restored to its original state, and my previous efforts will be wasted." ”

When Deng An heard this, his face showed a slight embarrassment, and he hurriedly walked through the stone gate. Soon, he followed the middle-aged man to an even larger cave.

"This is the Soul Pool?"

Looking at the huge pool filled with black liquid, Deng Anxin's shock was indescribable. He had only heard Meng Ping mention it before, but he had never seen the Soul Transformation Pool, and before entering it, he associated its scale with the Ecstasy Pool, but he didn't expect that its area was far from being comparable to the Ecstasy Pool.

"Since the establishment of the Town Ghost Gate, we have been building this soul pool, and after thousands of years, I don't know how many materials have been thrown into it, and how many ghosts have been divided to have the current scale. If we refer to the monks' classification of spiritual veins, the quality of yin qi here can be regarded as at least medium-grade, and it is indeed an extremely rare cultivation treasure for us meditation. I was able to advance from the late stage of condensation to the Dan in fifty years, and thanks to this. If it weren't for the lack of freedom, I would have been reluctant to leave. ”

When the middle-aged man said this, his tone was a little lost.

The ghost of Zhenmen definitely spent a great price to build this soul pool, only Deng An understood, the disciples of Zhenhumen have to pay a certain number of ghosts every year, except for a very small number of potential to be promoted to meditation, most of them will be thrown into the soul pool.

Deng An felt it carefully, the concentration of yin qi outside the protective light shield was already four or five times that of the yin land occupied by Yin Heirong, if this was on the stone platform in the soul transformation pool, the quality of yin qi would be even more amazing. Cultivating in this environment, it is estimated that it only takes three or four years to reach the conditions of the advanced condensation stage.

But Deng An was not carried away by greed, he still remained awake, once he entered the light mask, he was afraid that it would not be so easy to get out, and the formation that could make the middle-aged man take decades to break would not be an ornament, although the middle-aged man would not stand idly by, but he did not want to put himself in danger again.

"It's not the season to maintain the Soul Transformation Pool, and the Demon Gate is not facing a crisis, so no one will come in here for a while. The middle-aged man stood in the middle of the circular passage outside the Soul Transformation Pool, quietly staring at the light shield in mid-air, and suddenly asked, "Do you know who laid this protective magic circle on this Soul Transformation Pool?"

Deng An didn't understand why he asked this question, and replied truthfully: "The juniors don't know. ”

"The person who arranged this protective formation was the first master of the Ghost Sect, he was an outcast of a certain great sect, a monk of the Ghost Sect in the Dan Period, and these news were told to me by the previous Great Elder of the Ghost Sect. Now, the Soul Transformation Pool has gone through twenty-eight managers, and the first master of the Ghost Suppression Gate has long since experienced many reincarnations, and only when he sees the formation, can anyone think of him. What is the monk pursuing? What is the path of eternal life? This master of the door, embracing his successor after his death, no one can do it. ”

The middle-aged man's words were full of gloom and loneliness, it may be that no one has spoken to him for a long time, and he is no longer worried about the people from the ghost gate coming in, and it is rare to bump into such a sane ghost, once his conversation box is opened, he will talk endlessly.

"The purpose of our ghosts' existence is actually for eternal life. Most of us were not monks in our lifetimes, but when our lives were about to end, we relied on the strong obsession in our hearts and did not want to make ourselves disappear, and ghosts were born, but this 'lifespan' lasted too short and the price was too high. If the monks die, they still have a chance to step into reincarnation, and ghosts have only one real 'dead end'. Therefore, we must imitate the monks and practice against the heavens in order to continue our existence. However, the path of meditation is bumpy and bumpy, and it is not easy to extend the life expectancy, let alone eternal life. In this respect, we are just as difficult as the monks to do. ”

When it came to real life and death, Deng An couldn't keep his peace of mind, and couldn't help but ask: "As far as the juniors know, the lifespan of meditation cultivation is generally four or five times higher than that of cultivators of the same level, and the cultivation time is naturally more than theirs.

The middle-aged man was not angry that his words were interrupted, he sighed and said, "In the early stage of meditation, our lifespan is indeed higher than that of monks, but if we reach a high level, this advantage in lifespan becomes not obvious, and every time we advance in meditation, we have to experience a more terrible heavenly tribulation, which makes high-level meditation cultivation rare. As for immortality, whether it is the meditation of the rebirth period and the rejuvenation period, or the monks of the primordial infant stage and the transformation stage, they can't do it, of course, it is not excluded that there are high-level beings who can do it, but it is not something that we can understand. ”

The middle-aged man's understanding of meditation cultivation was far from being comparable to that of Master Qin and Meng Ping, and Deng An took the opportunity to ask the other party for some confusion in cultivation. When he knew that Deng An had never been exposed to the exercises and spells of meditation, the middle-aged man deliberately instructed and taught some of them, first of all, the ghost fire and ghost fire that Deng An had been longing for.

The formation of ghost fire is very simple, it is to compress the yin qi with the soul body, and then ignite it with a very small amount of yang qi. Deng An followed the middle-aged man's request, opened his mouth and swallowed a cloud of yin qi, compressed it into a highly concentrated particle, and then spit it out again. Even in those top-grade yin lands, there will be yang energy, not to mention that this place is not up to the top grade, the highly concentrated yin particles, just out of Deng An's mouth, encountered a very fine trace of yang energy, and immediately burned, forming a ghost fire that exudes a cold breath.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man was quite surprised, because Deng An's comprehension ability was somewhat unexpected by him, and perhaps, he could really wait for the day when he fulfilled his promise.

In addition to cultivating, meditation also has to compete with other meditation cultivators for resources from time to time, although the advancement of low-level meditation cultivation does not require comprehension, but the cultivation of spells used against the enemy still needs to be used. Only by mastering various spells can you go further on the path of cultivation. For the decision to save Deng An, the middle-aged man had a more convincing reason.

As for the fire outside, Deng An did not try.

The conditions for condensing the ghost fire are relatively harsh, under normal circumstances, in the process of forming the soul body, the ghosts are basically in an unconscious state, and the yin qi that constitutes the foundation of the soul body is often inferior, and only the meditation cultivation with certain accuracy can condense the ghost fire, which is a bit like the talent of a monk, if the talent is low, even if you are diligent, it will not help. Moreover, even if the conditions are met, it is difficult to condense the ghost fire if there is no stimulation from external objects. The middle-aged man talked about four or five relatively simple methods, but each of them required a certain amount of chance, at least for the time being, and he couldn't achieve any of them.

In addition, the middle-aged man also passed on to Deng An a set of exercises called "Xuanyin True Technique", but unfortunately, he only knew the first threefold, and at most he could cultivate to the later stage of the Yudan. However, meditation exercises are already scarce, and Deng An's ability to obtain these three folds is already a great creation.

After the middle-aged man transmitted the relevant content of "Xuanyin True Formula" to his consciousness in the form of information flow, he was immediately deeply imprinted. After becoming a meditator, Deng An can be able to see and not forget, and this information can be slowly digested in the future.

In the next few days, Deng An comprehended the true secret of Xuanyin while asking the middle-aged man about cultivation. The other party is almost aware of everything and tries to meet his requirements. However, as for how to crack the monk's circle, the middle-aged man has always had reservations. Deng An knocked on the side a few times, but was blocked by a drop of water, so he had to give up.

Late one night, in an inconspicuous corner in the middle of Yanyin Peak, a cloud of yin qi gently floated out from a pile of rubble and transformed into Deng An's appearance.

He made his way and disappeared into the eastern night.

More than 100 miles east of Yanyin Peak, it is still a continuous group of mountains. There is a col in the middle of the mountains, and the scenery on both sides of the col is very strange, one moment it is green and green, and the other is the dead and immortal plants, and it is gray.

In the middle of the col, there is a small town built on the water. The upper and lower reaches of the creek were as clear and clear as ordinary rivers, except for the section that flowed through the town, like a pool of stagnant water, turned inky and seemed to be polluted.

At this time, there were no pedestrians on the streets of the town, there was no movement, the silence was a little terrifying, and the sky above it was shrouded in a very faint cloud.

Deng An, who was in human form, lurked in the thick shade of a dense forest, quietly looking at the town in the mountain col, deeply puzzled by these strange scenes.

As the sky grew dark, Deng An made up his mind to leave his hiding place and float towards the town.

"Squeak ......" is like the sound of doors and windows opening in the early morning in a small town. Immediately afterward, the whole town seemed to come alive, and various other voices rang out one after another. Then, people came out of their homes and appeared on the streets.