Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 608 Which interface are you from?

The white light came on, and before Liu Qinghuan opened her eyes, she felt her body weighted down, and her whole body almost fell to the ground in a smashing manner.

He took two steps forward before stabilizing his body, when he heard an exclamation from behind, but it turned out that a Senluo City Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivator who was following him also fell out.

Liu Qinghuan drove to the side to avoid being hit, and immediately tried to run the spiritual power, but found that the spiritual power remained motionless as if frozen, and her face sank instantly.

The man behind him yelled in panic: "I've been banned! My mana is gone!"

"Shut up!" A ghost cultivator who came in first shouted: "There are forbidden laws here, and our mana is banned!"

The ghost cultivator who had fallen got up, and when he looked up, he saw a few strange monks passing by not far away. Because he looked at him with disdain for his previous screams, he couldn't help feeling ashamed, managed to calm down, and whispered angrily: "Here Why is there a forbidden magic circle, if someone from Qingming breaks in, wouldn't we be powerless to fight back!"

His companion replied with some impatience: "Since there are forbidden magic circles, are Qing Ming's people so strange that they can escape being banned by magic power? Everyone is the same, so don't make a fuss."

"Yeah, I've asked people before, and it's said that when we teleported from the Underworld to the Nether Mountain Battlefield, we arrived at a place called the Palace of Sin Qi. This is probably inside the Palace of Sin Qi."

Liu Qinghuan did not join the conversation of the three of them, but quickly scanned the place where they were.

At this time, they were in a gloomy and splendid hall. The high dome revealed a ray of dim skylight, shining on a black ball floating in the air below, and the transparent ball could be seen. There are turbid smoke billowing continuously.

There are still many protruding platforms and stone steps on the four walls, and the ground is still engraved with blood-colored patterns, and behind them is a black door that is only as tall as a person.

There are more than a dozen of such black doors in the whole hall, and the name of the interface is written on each door in the ancient language commonly used in the Nine Nether Realm. For example, the door behind them has the word Nether written on it.

At this time, there were people coming and going in the hall, and those black doors would light up from time to time, and monks with different costumes came and went, their expressions were mostly indifferent and gloomy, and they seemed very busy.

But none of the countless low-level ghosts who entered the stone gate with them was seen, and there were only three Senluo City ghost cultivators left beside them.

The four of them are all Nascent Soul stage monks, and this kind of cultivation can be regarded as standing at the top of the world of cultivating immortals. They are used to being admired and flattered on weekdays, but looking around now, the monks who come and go here , I am afraid that the lowest cultivation level is the Nascent Soul stage, and there may be a God Transformation stage among them.

As for the higher level, he was a little afraid to think about it.

Due to the ban on mana, Liu Qinghuan couldn't even perceive other people's cultivation, but felt that her body was unprecedentedly heavy, and she couldn't even open the storage space and the ring.

This involuntary feeling made him very uncomfortable. He lowered his eyes, looked at a sapphire spirit ring on his finger, and then to the spirit beast bag on his waist.

The sapphire spirit ring is Yingniang's temporary shelter, and Yingniang asked to come out to take a look when she got bored in the Songxi cave map.He found a spirit ring and let her stay inside, but she could see everything outside.

It's just that his mana is banned now, I don't know if Yingniang is also banned in the spirit ring.

And the spirit beast bag around his waist was not tied tightly, leaving a gap.

The gray donkey doesn't like staying in the spirit animal bag very much, but sometimes it's inconvenient for Liu Qinghuan to let it stay by his side. It was willing to be wronged for a while, and temporarily stayed in the spirit beast bag, but he was not allowed to close the bag, so that it could come out when it wanted to.

Liu Qinghuan was lowering her head in thought when she heard a ghost cultivator asking in a low voice: "Where are our ghost soldiers?"

"It should have been teleported to another place. Although this hall is big, it obviously can't accommodate so many ghosts. And the four of us have reached the Nascent Soul, so we were sent here."

Several people had already looked around calmly, and found it a bit unbelievable that everyone entered the same door, but they could be teleported to two places according to their different levels of cultivation.

Speaking of which, although the Nether Realm is one of the Nine Nether Realms and Ten Realms, it is the highest and most common realm. These people are more knowledgeable than Liu Qinghuan who had not entered the Nether Realm before.

"Is this directly depriving us of our jurisdiction? This is too overbearing!"

"Forget it, they're just low-level ghosts, and they're not very useful. Don't forget that this is the Battlefield of Mingshan, even in the Mahayana period. From now on, we will be human with our tails between our legs."

Several people stood there for a while, but no one came to take care of them.The black gate behind them didn't move, presumably the low-level ghosts in Sen Luo City hadn't finished teleporting yet.

Liu Qinghuan saw several doors opened at the exit of the main hall, and beside each door stood two or three people dressed in identical black and black clothes, checking the people passing by one by one, and sitting on a high platform not far away. He is looking at a monk who is meditating with his eyes closed.

Outside the door is a dark and wide passage, with three steps for one post and five steps for one post, full of ghost troops like those guarding the stone gate.

He touched his chin involuntarily. He was surprised that it was easy to get in when he was in the Immortal Mountain, but he didn't expect that it was loose on the outside and tight on the inside. The inside was indeed heavily guarded.

"The elders let us go to Miss Hongshang, who is familiar with the situation, after we arrive at the battlefield, so let's go out and talk about it."

Someone said, leading the way to the door.

Liu Qinghuan was not from Senluo City, and had no friendship with these three people, so he just followed behind them silently.

When they reached one of the small doors, the cultivator in charge of inspection glanced at the four of them and said, "Take out your Jiuyou nameplate."

Jiuyou nameplate?

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, a quick-witted ghost cultivator took a step forward, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "We are entering the Mingshan Battlefield for the first time, and many rules are unclear, so I would like to ask my friend, what is the Jiuyou nameplate?"

The man said with a blank expression: "The newcomer, go to the left, go to register first, and get the ID card."

Liu Qinghuan turned her head and saw a table in the corner on the left side of the hall.

A few people were helpless, thanked them, and walked over there again.

Of the two sitting behind the table, one is an old man with a sleepy and listless expression, and the other middle-aged monk has more than half of his face as if it had been burned, leaving dark red flesh after the kiss of fire, even though he put down half of his face Covered by her hair, she still looked terrifying.

It was the ghost cultivator from before who stepped forward and said, "Two fellow Taoists, I am coming from the Nether Realm, and this is my first time entering the Nether Mountain Battlefield. I heard that I am here to register and get a nameplate?"

The middle-aged monk with a ruined face didn't even look at him, but turned his chin to the side and said, "Stand up."

Liu Qinghuan lowered her head and saw a square platform slightly higher than the ground in the corner.

The ghost cultivator hesitated for a moment, stood on the platform, and saw four beams of light shooting out from the four corners of the square platform, weaving and weaving to form a net, and many light threads passed through him, covering him completely inside.

The others were all taken a step back in shock, and the ghost cultivator also panicked, probably not aware of the danger, so he calmed down somehow.

The middle-aged monk said: "Name?"

"Oh...You worry."

The middle-aged monk raised his head, frowned one eyebrow that was still intact, and said in a cold tone: "Who asked you your Taoist name, your name! Your real name! The real name recognized by the rules of heaven and earth and the Dao!"

The tone was quite impatient and seemed extremely impolite.

Anger quickly flashed in the eyes of the ghost cultivator from Senluo City, and he said coldly, "Shi Datong."

With every word he uttered, some of the black threads of light lit up.

The middle-aged monk continued to ask: "The realm of cultivation?"

"Late Nascent Soul."

"From which interface?"

"The Realm of the Nine Netherworlds, the Underworld."

"Why did you go to the Battlefield of Mingshan?"

"Responsive to the war domain, come to fight against the Qingming domain."

In the middle, whenever Ghost Xiu answered a sentence, threads of light became brighter and gradually merged into one piece.

Soon, the middle-aged monk finished asking, and with a wave of his hand, the light net on the square platform was retracted in the middle, condensed into a nameplate the size of a palm, and fell into the hands of the ghost cultivator.

"next."

It didn't take long for the three ghost cultivators to get their own nameplates, their faces relaxed a lot, and they stood aside and waited for Liu Qinghuan.

Although Liu Qinghuan was not from Senluo City, he came in with them. Now that they first came to the Battlefield of Mingshan, they felt a lot of uneasiness in their hearts, and they formed a group mentality.

Liu Qinghuan watched this for a while, knowing that this was just a formality, so she stood up on the stage without thinking too much.

The light net rose, and it was still the middle-aged monk who asked, "Name?"

"Liu Qinghuan."

"Cultivation realm?"

"The middle stage of the Nascent Soul."

"From which interface?"

"The Realm of the Nine Netherworlds, the Underworld."

At this time, I saw those threads of light flashing suddenly, and they changed color slightly!

Surprised, Liu Qinghuan subconsciously raised her hand to block it, and saw the two people behind the table turn their heads.

The three ghost cultivators standing by were also surprised, not understanding what this meant.

The middle-aged monk twitched a few times with a grimace, and asked again: "Which interface are you from?"

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while, and vaguely knew where he had made a mistake, so he said, "I was passed from the Nether Realm to the Battle Realm, but I was born in an interface called Yunmengze."

Unexpectedly, those threads of light flashed again, this time directly turning into blood red!

"What does this mean?" Liu Qinghuan said with a dark face: "Everything I said is true, and I was wrong before because I didn't know what your test meant."

The old man who had been silent before finally spoke: "Yunmengze? I don't seem to have the impression of which interface this is."

He stretched out his hand a little, and countless light spots appeared out of thin air, converging into a large open book, and he flexed his fingers slightly, turning the shimmering pages one by one.

The middle-aged monk said impatiently: "There is nothing to investigate, he obviously did not tell the truth, otherwise the magic circle would not have such a reaction."

"You can't say that, maybe it's a new small interface? Because it wasn't recorded in the Heaven and Earth Genealogy, that's why the magic circle decided he was lying."

"That's even more wrong. How could the monks of the small interface come to the Mingshan battlefield. Don't forget, when we negotiated with Qingming, in order to prevent the world from collapsing, those small interfaces were protected, so that the They thrive and do not participate in the Nine Heavens War at all."

"Didn't he just say that he came from the Nether Realm, and he should have accidentally drifted to the Nether Realm through a space channel, and it was only a coincidence that he came here."

Liu Qinghuan tried her best to suppress her anger, while listening to the conversation between the two, her thoughts turned.

He is very clear that Yunmengze is not a freshman's interface, but...

With a thought in his heart, he said: "If this is the case, it may be because Yunmengze broke away from other interfaces and used to belong to the Wanhu Realm."

As soon as his words fell, the light threads covering Liu Qinghuan suddenly curled up, and wrapped around his limbs in a blink of an eye, binding him tightly!

　The author also wants to write faster, wishing to write [-] words a day, but at the end of the year, he is busy with work, and every day after get off work, he has to squeeze out time to write, and he doesn't even have time for friends to call for dinner or something.If things go on like this, the author can officially be called a house girl after finishing writing this book...

　　
　
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