Bone Taoist

Chapter 397

The ghostly air roared, the sky was dark, and the strong wind was buzzing, whirling over the ghost gate tiankeng.

There are many ghost cultivators around, sitting here to meditate and practice.

Ye Zang's Fayan found out that they were all gold elixir ghost cultivators who had become popular, and their Taoism was good.

"If there is a grand formation set up by Yan Nanyi, it is probably under the ground veins of Guimenguan. The spiritual energy there is the strongest, which is enough to support the operation of the formation." Qin Xijun said spiritually.

"So, do you want to go down and have a look?" Ye Zang said thoughtfully.

"There are twelve levels of restriction in this place, and they are linked together to form the world." Qin Xijun turned his head to look at Ye Zang, and said in a deep voice: "I was hunted down by Shenyin Valley, and I fled all the way here, with nowhere to go. I had no choice but to break into the gate of the ghost, and my bones were soaked in the spirit of sneakiness, and I became what I am now, but I got the Taoism inherited from the ghost grandma before she was alive.

Qin Xijun said with dark eyes.

On the side, Luo Jingyang's eyes were fiery and dormant, he watched the tiankeng closely, and the majestic mana in his body shook like thunder.

Ye Zang sat cross-legged against the cliff bank, and took out an ordinary black iron formation disk in his hand.

The Liutao array is guarding Langya Palace, and they have to use this ordinary array to do things outside.

The black iron array disk rotated slightly, the 28 constellations floated and swayed, and the silk array patterns floated out. The spiritual orifice on Ye Zang's forehead cracked like a volcano crater, and the strange gate array patterns of Yunji Dharma Eye lurked inside.

The invisible law can penetrate through it.

Ye Zang deduced the time for half a stick of incense, and opened his eyes slightly after a few breaths.

"Junior Brother Ye, what do you find out?" Luo Jingyang asked with his hands.

"But it's like a real person's sacred cave. My eyes can penetrate far and wide, so I have to break through the nine layers of prohibition. Its inner world is self-existing, the mountains and rivers, and the boundary space is stable. The last three layers of ghost gates are so full of sneakiness that they can't be broken through. Half an inch deep." Ye Zang stood up leisurely and said in a deep voice.

For ghost cultivators, although there seems to be a crisis dormant here, it is a place of inheritance, with a strong sneaky atmosphere below, and there is also a secret treasure left by Taoist Miaoyin.

But for Ye Zang and the others, once Gen Gu is infected by the sneaky spirit, he might become like Qin Xijun.

"I want to see what's weird about this place." Luo Jingyang said attentively, "Let's go down and find out."

"Senior Brother Luo, wait a minute." Ye Zang said hurriedly, then turned his head to look at Qin Xijun, and asked intently: "Shenyin Valley once sent a real person here to find out the truth, did Fellow Daoist Qin know about the secrets?"

Counting the Green Nightmare Dharma King and the Immortal Shenyingu, the two Daotai cultivators stumbled here, how could they get out alive after going so presumptuously into the most treacherous forbidden place in Chiguiling.

Qin Xijun's eyes darkened slightly, and after a few breaths, he opened his mouth and said, "It's a secret matter of the previous generation, I know very little, only know that after the death of Master Miaoyin thousands of years ago, this Red Ghost Ridge rose from the ground, and the gods disappeared. The Gu sect's 'Lu Yao Zhenren' wiped out the sneaky people, but they are gone forever."

Ye Zang listened and frowned deeper and deeper.

Even the real person has suffered here. The three of them are nothing more than Jindan Daoxing, so what can they do.

Hearing Qin Xijun change the subject, he said with concentration: "It's just that it's different now than before. Daoist Miaoyin was born with a ghost, and it's nothing more than the incarnation of a fierce ghost. He is a ghost of the nine nether worlds. If the seven souls and six souls are not thwarted, he will be fine." Existing forever in the world, at that time she had died for a thousand years, and the Taoism and divine power still existed. Now the real body is destroyed, and the spirit and soul are all gone."

This is the weirdness of those powerful ghost cultivators. They can throw away their physical bodies, take away people's spiritual homes, and use their bodies to come back to life.

"Then where did the Chishan Ghost Grandma come from?" Luo Jingyang asked intently.

"The real Miaoyin is the real Miaoyin, and the ghost grandma is the ghost. They are not the same. The ghost grandma is the incarnation of this red ghost mountain. She can exist in every inch of the ground here, in a ray of sneakiness, in a dark place. Within the heavy mist, not within the boundaries, not within the chaos." Qin Xijun said casually.

"According to what you say, isn't this Chishan Ghost Grandma a fairy?" Luo Jingyang narrowed his eyes.

"It's not an exaggeration to say he is an immortal." Qin Xijun spread his hands and said.

Ye Zang listened to the two talking, and when his consciousness was wide open, he was using acupoints, and countless strands of Zifu's magic power followed the ground veins to explore the surroundings.

He raised his eyes and looked towards the dark blood-red mist in the sky.

His consciousness was almost empty, the voices of the two people discussing gradually disappeared from his ears, and everything was in full swing.

After a few breaths, there seemed to be a slight whisper in Ye Zang's ear, which was hollow and distant, as if it came from outside the sky, or from the depths of the earth.

It wasn't until Luo Jingyang patted him on the shoulder that Ye Zang came back to his senses.

"It's useless to talk too much, just go down and find out."

"I have the inheritance of the ghost grandma. It has a wonderful sound to cover the body, which can dispel the sneaky aura nearby. Brother Ye's magic eyes are close to him, and the restriction under the gate of ghosts can be easily avoided." Qin Xijun also said.

"Well, let's go." Ye Zang frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice.

The three of them looked towards the tiankeng and the ghost gate, which spanned a hundred feet wide and emitted a suffocating sneaky aura.

With that said, the three of them leaped into the air and jumped down. Compared with the dark and deep bottom of the pit, they were like ants jumping into a large swamp.

It attracted the attention of some ghost cultivators, but he just glanced at them and went back to his own practice.

Chigui Ridge has existed in the west of Tianming Continent for hundreds of thousands of years. Many Taoists got the gossip from unknown sources. They heard that the real Miaoyin was inherited here, so they came to find out.

Ever since, more and more ghost cultivators appeared here.

On a crimson mountain in the distance, more than a dozen pale ghost cultivators looked at the three of Luo Jingyang who jumped down, and looked at each other.

"It's the same as the portrait on the scroll handed over by the monk from the Song family, but why are there two more people?" A ghost cultivator said in a deep voice.

"Whatever, just kill them all."

"This Luo Jingyang is only from a poor family, so don't be afraid that someone will come to Chiguiling to seek revenge."

"Thousands of spirit beads buy a life, as expected of the family inheriting the Xianxian Sea, the price is generous."

"Maybe we don't need to take action. They jump into the gate of hell. Even if they don't die, they will be invaded by sneaky energy, just like me."

……

The weak and hollow Taoist voice surrounded him, like a sneaky whisper in his ears.

Qin Xijun circled his fingers, choked out a wonderful voice, and muttered something in his mouth, the sneaky aura around him was slowly receding towards the surroundings like a tide.

Parting through the clouds and seeing the light, a creeping crack in the realm appeared in front of him, looking as hideous and terrifying as a giant centipede.

When the three of Ye Zang stepped in, the mountains and rivers were fully displayed.

However, the scenery here does not seem to be good.

The sky is gloomy, the veins of the earth are extremely blood red, and strangely shaped mountains rise from the ground, and black mist surrounds the mountains.

A hell-like realm scene.

The ghostly howl is hollow and resentful, constantly coming from the depths of existence, which is depressing.

Within the black mist, ghosts seemed to be swimming.

There are obviously sneaks running rampant here, there are many of them, and they look weird and scary.

"The Daozu Realm is what we ghost cultivators call it." Qin Xijun took a deep breath and looked around with dull eyes.She is a ghost cultivator, and she is not one of those mindless ghosts. The ghosts will not regard her as their own kind, and will attack her just the same.

Ye Zang's Dharma Eye is piercing through the realm, surveying all directions, and the fluctuations of the realm's prohibition come from the depths.

"There is nothing to explore here, let's go to the next level of restriction."

With that said, Ye Zang harnessed his sword energy and flew away.

(End of this chapter)