Chapter 2693 Entering the place of ghost cultivation
Qin Fengming is not stupid, and of course he will not do anything to seek death.
He always feels in his heart that this soul sacrifice is something that threatens him. As long as it can be destroyed, he will naturally spare no effort to take action.
And entering the realm of ghosts is not just to destroy the soul sacrifice. The place where there is a lot of real ghost energy is the most important purpose for him to enter it.
Since Qin Fengming has made a decision, he will naturally not hesitate to change it.
But when entering the realm of ghosts, he still needs to prepare here because the mist is filled with energy, but there is no shortage of energy. For human monks, refining Yin energy is much more laborious than spiritual energy, but it has no impact on Qin Fengming.
After entering the cave, I stayed there for more than three months.
In the past three months, no monks have come to disturb the battle near the Ghost Valley. The battle has long ended. Under the auspices of Master Brown Tiger, an immortal monk, the monks in the Immortal Relics Land lost thousands of people. The ghost cultivator in the ghost handsome realm killed him on the spot.
Although hundreds of handsome ghosts and cultivators escaped into the cracks, they were still killed in the passage under the personal action of Master Brown Tiger.
One day after three months, the forbidden area of the cave where Qin Fengming was located suddenly disappeared. A figure flashed at the door of the cave and flew away towards the Valley of Shadows.
Qin Fengming finally appeared after more than three months of seclusion. This time, he did not see Master Brown Tiger, Patriarch Chiming, Quan Qingkang, Bao Chengtian and others. Instead, he flashed his body and walked directly towards the still red Yin. Submerged into the huge crack filled with fog
As soon as his body entered the space crack, a talisman with a faint green light shone out and shrouded his entire body in fluorescent light.
As the fluorescence flashed, Qin Fengming's figure suddenly disappeared as if it had turned into nothingness.
The power of the Wind Hidden Talisman in Qin Fengming's hands at this time is much more powerful than when he had just advanced to transform into an infant.
Moreover, the Wind Hidden Talisman he refined with his own hands was many times more powerful than what Master Daoyan gave him.
Not to mention a few gathered ghost cultivators, even if they meet a spiritual cultivator head-on at this time, there are not many people who can be exposed.
Although the suction force still exists in the space crack, it will naturally not affect Qin Fengming.
Sensing the red mist surrounding him, Qin Fengming became wary. When he released his spiritual consciousness, he also used his Lingqing Divine Eyes to the extreme.
There are sharp winds in the cracks. The winds are like wind blades, slashing through them randomly. There is a kind of power to kill the souls in them.
Although these dark winds like wind knives have little effect on him, if the ghosts and ghosts in the Qi gathering stage or the foundation building state are in it, they will definitely be slashed and killed by the evil wind blades.
The crack passage was not very long. Half an hour later, Qin Fengming felt a figure appear in front of him in an open place.
Although there are many mountains here, there is no vegetation, and it seems like a dead place.
But when he felt the surge of pure Yin Qi all around, Qin Fengming was suddenly shaken, his eyes flashed with joy, and the Yin Qi surrounding his body actually contained extremely obvious ghost-making power. The real ghost breath that the world monk is extremely happy about
Even if he doesn't go to the place where the Yin Qi spurts out, just practicing here for several years and absorbing the real ghost breath is definitely beyond the imagination of a monk in the ghost world.
Withdrawing his excitement, Qin Fengming quickly released his spiritual consciousness to cover the place thousands of miles around him. What made Qin Fengming somewhat reassured was that there were no ghost cultivators stationed near the crack passage.
Although the surrounding red mist was still rolling and gathering at this time, what surprised Qin Fengming was that the place where the majestic red mist gathered was not where the crack passage was, but was rolling away thousands of miles away.
The area near the crack has become stable.
As he glanced, a land shrouded in white mist appeared in his mind. In that land of white mist that could not be detected by his spiritual consciousness, he sensed the existence of restricted fluctuations.
Although it was not very intense, it still shocked his spirit. The red mist was flowing into the place shrouded in white mist.
You don’t need to think too much to know that place is where hundreds of millions of ghosts reside.
There are hundreds of millions of mindless ghosts and ghosts. Even if there are powerful ghost cultivators in the realm of coercion, it is not a simple matter to coordinate and protect so many ghosts. If there is no magic circle to restrict these ghosts, they would have fled in all directions.
No ghost cultivators could be detected in the place shrouded in white mist.
Every time the passage opens, tens of millions of ghosts from the Ghost Realm invade the Land of Immortal Relics. Never before have monks from the Land of Immortal Relics entered this place in large numbers. There are no ghost cultivators stationed near the passage. Of course, Qin Fengming will not be surprised at all.
As soon as his figure flashed, Qin Fengming flew away directly towards that place.
In the past, Qin Fengming would definitely have to take some detours to act like this, but after his cultivation recovered and gathered together, his mentality has changed slightly.
Under the protection of the Wind Hidden Talisman, Qin Fengming was convinced that as long as he didn't encounter a restriction, even if he passed a late-stage aggregation ghost cultivator a hundred or two hundred feet away, he would never be noticed.
Stopping on a mountain peak, his consciousness looked toward the vast area shrouded in white mist twenty or thirty miles away. Qin Fengming's expression became solemn and serious.
The land in front of us with a radius of two thousand miles is shrouded by a giant formation.
Such a **** formation is much larger than the super sect restrictions in the human world.
With his spiritual vision, although he was dozens of miles away from the magic circle, he could still see a large number of ghosts and phantoms flashing in the magic circle.
Sensing the majestic energy fluctuations revealed on the protective shield of the magic circle, Qin Fengming believed that it would be impossible to break through it with his own strength alone.
This giant array alone has shown that the level of immortality in the Realm of Shadows is much higher than that in the Land of Immortal Relics.
Looking at the huge array in front of him, he stood still for a moment.
The red mist was still gathering around him. Qin Fengming also had some understanding in his heart. If he wanted to resist the sharp wind in the passage, he could only gather majestic red mist guards to let the weak ghosts and ghosts pass through.
It seems that only when the mist reaches a certain density will ghost cultivators appear and release the restrictions, allowing billions of ghosts to appear.
At this time, there are still more than two months before the second wave of ghosts invaded the land of immortal relics as mentioned by those ghost cultivators. Of course, Qin Fengming will not stay here for such a long time.
As soon as his body moved, he flew away around the giant array in front of him.
Even if there are monks stationed in this magic circle, they are still within the magic circle. Of course, Qin Fengming will not step forward to scare the snake even though he knows that it is difficult to break this huge array.
In half an hour, Qin Fengming had already searched thousands of miles around the crack passage.
He didn't meet a ghost cultivator at such a long distance, which made him extremely speechless. He didn't believe that there wouldn't be a large number of ghost cultivators stationed nearby during this soul sacrifice.
Stopping on a mountain peak, Qin Fengming looked gloomy and frowned slightly.
A soft sound of "Whoosh" suddenly sounded from a pile of rock fragments dozens of feet away beside him, and then a figure suddenly appeared on the gravel.
That pile of rubble was the highest point of the mountain. If he had stopped there, he would have stood directly next to the middle-aged monk.