In the square, the cyan stone bricks are full of cracks, and huge ravines are exposed.

The ravines were neat and smooth, not like they were naturally cracked, but as if they had been split by a sword.

In some places, there are fist prints of several zhang in size, which are as deep as a pit, making it difficult to imagine how such a large fist mark was formed.

And among those ravines and fist marks were scattered a white skeleton, and the skeleton was either wearing a long robe or a brocade robe, so that people could be sure at a glance that they were all disciples of some outside sects.

Roughly counting, the bones are close to the front and scattered throughout the square, and the white bones look dazzling.

And all this alone was not what really surprised Mo Ming, because he had seen this scene in front of that temple before, and he had already made a little preparation in his heart.

What really shook the hearts of the two of them was that there were dense black lines on those bones, intertwined horizontally and vertically, turning the void in this square into a huge web.

These black lines were the kind of spatial cracks that I had seen on the stone steps before.

Some of the spatial cracks were still, exuding only bursts of cold aura, while others were as rapid as the spatial cracks they had encountered before that quickly shuttled across the square, breaking the bones into several knots in an instant every time they passed through the skeletons, and from time to time there was a click of broken bones.

In addition to these cracks and bones, the entire square also flashed from time to time with a deep light, and those rays shone on those bones, revealing faint figures.

Mo Ming and Lian Yan could clearly see the faces of those voices, some of them were struggling, some were looking up to the sky and roaring, while some were confused, as if they had seen something extremely desirable, and floated towards those black spatial cracks with a smile.

Mo Ming and Lian Yan stood in place, not daring to make the slightest movement, looking at the scene in front of them, they only felt that their scalps were numb, and their hearts were beating wildly.

Both those spatial cracks and the faint figures that were revealed gave the two of them an unusually dangerous feeling, as if they would be killed if they took one step further.

"Didn't you say that there wouldn't be fatal danger?" Mo Ming turned his head and asked Xiang Lianyan, his face was very ugly.

"How do I know that the book I read doesn't record that there is a spatial crack here! You see those ravines and fist prints, this place has obviously experienced a fierce battle, and this space has been broken!"

Lian Yan Tie's face was blue, and his expression was also not good-looking, but compared to Mo Ming's solemn expression, he was even more worried in his heart, because each of those cracks could kill them, especially those faint figures, which had the power of soul dementoring.

"Then what should we do now? This place is obviously impassable!" Mo Ming asked in a low voice, those scattered white bones had fully explained the danger of this place.

Most of those people died because of the imagery of the place.

"I have to take a detour!"

Lian Yan gritted his teeth and spoke, his eyes wandered around, and then he glanced at those spatial cracks very jealously, turned around suddenly, and walked along the edge of the square to a small path not far away.

Mo Ming frowned, thought about it and followed closely, this place is obviously more familiar to the other party than him, no matter which way he goes, as long as he can avoid this place!

Walking cautiously on the edge of the square, looking at the cracks in the space that have been wandering in the square, people can't help but suspect that the next moment will shoot over.

However, the worries of the two are obviously a little redundant, it seems that the space on that side is not very stable, and the spatial rift is just wandering on that side, and there is no sign of rushing over.

And occasionally, a spatial crack departed from its original trajectory, and most of them rushed down the stone steps from which they came, and did not pose any threat to Mo Ming and Lian Yan.

As soon as they stepped on that path, even Yan and Mo Ming couldn't help but exhale heavily, it was not far from the stone steps to this path, only a distance of a hundred zhang, but this hundred zhang road made the two of them feel like they were running for 100,000 miles, and the spirit of the whole person was tense, and they didn't dare to take a breath.

"This road can also find the location of the last enlightenment pool according to the records on the map, but this road is a bit off, you need to detour a lot, and whether there is any danger in it, there is no record in that classic, what we will encounter next, I don't know!" Lian Yan said in a low voice.

"Can you ask what the classics you are reading? Of course, if there is anything that can't be said, you can not say it, I don't mean to visit you!"

Mo Ming frowned, he still couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, thinking that the information about the Rakshasa Sect had been told to him in detail by the senior brother on the way to come, but it seemed that there was very little understanding of this place in the outside world, even in some major sects, there were few records of the classics within the Rakshasa Sect, and some of the sects were only brief maps recorded by the disciples who came to the trial.

When Lian Yan heard this, he smiled slightly: "Actually, there is nothing that can't be said, that classic book I accidentally saw in a mortal shop, and I don't know what its name is, but judging from the information inside, it should be the hand of the old monk Xuanyan, the first powerhouse of the Rakshasa Sect!"

"The hands of the old monk Xuanyan?"

Mo Ming was slightly shocked in his heart, if it was really the hand of the old monk Xuanyan, wouldn't it mean that there were some inheritance techniques about the Rakshasa Sect in it?

You must know that at the beginning, the old monk Xuanyan defeated the invincible hand in the world, and his cultivation to Tongtian was no less than a true immortal.

Mo Ming opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, everyone has different experiences, and even Yan was able to get that hand, which was also the other party's chance, he didn't want to ask more.

Seeing Mo Ming's expression, Lian Yan seemed to have guessed what Mo Ming was thinking, and suddenly smiled a little bitterly: "The handbook I got only has a few pages, and there are not many things recorded in it, not to mention the cultivation perception of the old monk Xuanyan, even there are not many records about this Rakshasa Sect, and the information about this Immovable Mingwang Mountain has accounted for the vast majority of it." ”

Mo Ming raised his eyebrows, a little noncommittal, and didn't say much, and followed Lian Yan to continue walking.

The path is winding and continuous, and on both sides are ancient trees as thick as five or six people hugging each other, making it difficult to see the scene in the distance.

Mo Ming and Lian Yan walked silently, and on the way, they encountered the bones of some Rakshasa sect disciples, but they never saw the disciples of the outside sect again, and it seemed that no one had come to this place.

To the two of them, they were a little glad that there were no abnormal changes along the way, and the palpitating aura around them disappeared, which was much safer than other places.

After a while, the two came to a ravine, which seemed somewhat desolate, except for some bits and pieces of grass growing in some crevices in the rocks, and no trees above the heads of people were seen.

"Passing through this valley, if nothing else, you should be able to reach the Enlightenment Pool!"

A smile appeared on Lian Yan's face, his spirit had been highly tense for such a long time, even he was a little unbearable.

Mo Ming wanted to look at the valley, his feelings were much lighter than Lian Yan's, although this way he also collapsed himself tightly, but after the changes of the sky, his heart has already been much stronger than others unconsciously, and this way has not yet reached his limit.

"Let's go!"

Lian Yan whispered, walking towards the valley, and Mo Ming followed closely.

After a short time of passing through the black earth, the two of them came to the end of the canyon, a mountain pass that could only allow three people to enter and exit side by side, and the mountain walls on both sides were straight into the clouds, and when they looked up, they could only see a black and white gap.

And on the mountain pass, the two of them suddenly saw an old monk wearing a purple and gold robe sitting quietly in the middle of the road, the old monk's face was fair, his two feet long eyebrows were drooping, his eyes were closed, and he looked like he had entered deep meditation and did not move.

"It's ......"

Mo Ming and Lian Yan were suddenly shocked, that was in disbelief!

It's not that the two of them haven't seen the disciples of the Rakshasa Sect along the way, but they are all white bones that have been transformed into flesh, and they are already dead and can no longer die.

But the old monk in front of him was full of flesh and blood, and there was a faint hint of ruddy in his complexion, not at all like a dead person.

"Dead!"

After a careful observation, Mo Ming spoke in a low voice, he was very sensitive to death qi, although the old monk looked lifelike, there was no anger on his body, and the whole person was completely shrouded in death qi.