A huge horse-like body loomed inside, emitting a terrifying aura.
"Ma Mian, how is your injury now?"
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"Master Huifu, maybe it won't take a year for me to fully recover."
Ma said with some excitement on his face, he never expected that the God of Heaven and Earth was so terrifying that it could even heal its injuries.
"Take good care of yourself, and there is no rush to pursue the Ghost King of Youdu."
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"I understand."
Ma Mian said.
At this time, Feng Qingyan walked to another ghost-free place, and the ghost gate appeared behind him, and said: "The blood queen, the mountain ghost, the god is disgusted, the gate is taboo, let's beat the evil witch again."
"ah?"
Wu evil was stunned.
"This time, I can take action with confidence."
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The four taboos looked at each other and then rushed towards Wu Evil. Wu Evil begged for mercy and screamed again and again...
At this time, Ma Mian felt it immediately and squinted his eyes to look at Feng Qingyan's place, but then he lay down and continued to recover from his injuries.
About a moment later.
Witch Evil turned into a ball of mud again, howling in pain.
"Open the door to hell."
Feng Qingyan ordered.
Click——
The ghost door slowly opened, but when it was a quarter of the way open, it still seemed to be stuck by something.
This makes Feng Qingyan a little confused. Is this the ghost gate that is stuck, or is it that the ghost gate can only open a quarter?
If we go by his previous guess.
Every time you conquer one taboo, you can open one-sixteenth of the gate of hell. Now that you have conquered five taboos, you should be able to open five-sixteenths.
instead of a quarter.
Is it really stuck?
At this time, Feng Qingyan couldn't help but think of the "hell" stuck in the underworld.
Could it be that little lady Yaoyao's "hell" blocked the shrinking underworld ghost land and also blocked his ghost gate?
but.
Behind the ghost gate is not the underworld of ghosts in underworld.
He really wanted to go into the ghost gate and see what kind of world was behind the ghost gate. However, he always felt that it was not the time yet and he should not enter the ghost gate at this time...
But there is still no news about Mr. Baiyi.
After a while.
He then took back the ghost gate, walked out of the realm of the City God's Mansion, and returned to the human world.
When he arrived outside Zhongli City, he found Qing Mang eating grass out of boredom, so he came to Qing Mang and said, "Qing Mang, let's go."
"Your Majesty."
Qing Mang was surprised and asked quickly: "Where are you going, Your Majesty?"
"Dongshan."
Feng Qingyan pondered for a while and said.
He needed to take another look at the Death City of Samsara deep in the secret realm of Dongshan to see if he could see the twelve wisps of gray mist.
"promise."
Qing Mang responded and ran towards Dongshan.
Ten days later, Qing Mang arrived at the foot of Dongshan Mountain. At this time, Feng Qingyan did not alert Dongjun, nor did he let the scholars on Dongshan Mountain know.
He came to Dongshan Mountain alone, but it was not the top of the mountain.
However, this time he did not enter the secret realm, which made him a little surprised. Do you need to step on the yin and yang to travel?
He had no choice but to stay one more day, and arrived at the top of the mountain just before sunrise.
"Canonization?"
"Canonization?"
When Feng Qingyan arrived at the top of the mountain, he was immediately recognized by the literati on the top of the mountain, and instantly attracted everyone's attention.
After Feng Qingyan nodded, he looked at the sea of clouds on Dongshan Mountain and stepped down at sunrise.
Stepping onto the two heavens of yin and yang again.
The literati on Dongshan Mountain were once again shocked by Feng Qingyan, and then they frantically spread the news that Feng Sheng had once again stepped on the two heavens of Yin and Yang.
Upon hearing this, the literati from the north and south of Dongshan flew towards Dongshan again.
Feng Qingyan waited for a full hour. After all, it is not easy for the literati in the world to enter the secret realm, but he can step on both the yin and the yang, so he will naturally contribute to the world's literati.
At this time, every scholar who enters the secret realm will bow to Feng Qingyan first.
In just a few moments, many great sages, great Confucians, and Wen Ping came flying up from Dongshan Mountain.
An hour later.
Feng Qingyan then entered the secret realm and walked to the deepest part.
Not long after, he discovered a mysterious black substance, and immediately used his magical power of "seeing through the void", and sure enough, he saw a faint gray mist floating out of the city of reincarnation and death.
But they were still blocked by the black material and could not float into his world.
What exactly are these twelve wisps of gray mist?
Feng Qingyan thought about it seriously, could it be the same as those twisted black lines?
Can it be resurrected?
In fact, he didn't know whether the twisted black thread could be resurrected, but he had to give it a try. After a while, Feng Qingyan began to try to see if he could pass through the black matter, but he failed.
"Is it only possible to connect the bridge?"
Feng Qingyan frowned and thought.
Unfortunately, he did not find any clues about the bridge, and it seemed that Yun Mengze did not.
A few days later.
He then left the secret realm and took an ox cart back to Burial Mountain.
Although he didn't find any good clues in the secret realm, one thing was confirmed. That is, everything he saw when he entered the void when he was in Wushan seemed to be a real existence...
At this time, he became more and more curious as to where that place of nothingness was.
Why can you go to the place where the twisted black line is, to the deepest part of the Dongshan secret realm?
Ten days later.
He then returned to Burial Mountain.
It was already late June.
He returned to the Burial Mountain, first entered the Burial Palace, turned the black pottery flowerpot back into a bronze coffin, and then went to the academy to meet his teacher.
"Teacher, have you ever heard of the Bridge of Engagement?"
Feng Qingyan asked.
"No."
An Xiu shook his head and said, "But teacher, I can help you ask. Maybe the old doctor from Twenty-Seven Books Mountain would not be surprised if he knows."
"Thank you, teacher."
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An Xiu waved his hand, and after Feng Qingyan left, he said, "Teacher, have you heard of it?"
"No."
Donglou Hui shook his head and frowned slightly.
He is an old Confucian scholar who has read all about Twenty-Seven Books, but he doesn’t know it, which means that it is basically impossible for an old doctor from Twenty-Seven Books to know.
An Xiu hesitated for a moment, then wrote a letter and sent it to Twenty-Seven Books Mountain.
Feng Qingyan stayed in Burial Mountain for a few days. After meeting with the students of Burial Mountain, he disappeared again.
At this time, Qing Mang felt helpless, and the Lord abandoned him again.
The students of the first batch of Burial Mountain Academy have all become accustomed to the appearance and appearance of their senior brother, while the students of the second and third batches have not even seen their senior brother a few times.
Senior Brother is like a legendary existence.
It’s no wonder.
Early July.
Feng Qingyan appeared on the misty ice field.
He once again entered the dark space where the twisted black line was, and patiently communicated with the twisted black line, hoping to find some useful clues, otherwise the connecting bridge would not be found at all.
After countless exchanges.
He vaguely figured it out.
The Bridge of Reception can indeed cross the twelve rays of gray mist, but there is no Reception Bridge in the world. He needs to create a Reception Bridge himself.
This made him a little stunned. No wonder even the God of Yunmengze, Yun Zhongjun, didn't hear about it.