Wan Leifeng stared blankly at Abbot Yunqing who disappeared, and the people behind him were also astonished.
"So that's it!" Sun Baiji clapped his hands: "Sure enough, his eyes deceived him! The real path cannot be seen with the eyes, but needs to be seen with the heart. Master Yunqing's state of mind has been transcendent, so naturally it will not be difficult for him Already."
After saying that, he entered the ice wall directly, and the others also entered.
After Wan Leifeng passed through, he found that it was still a passage, but it was much better than the one just now, with obvious artificial traces.
"It turns out that this is the real path." Wan Leifeng couldn't help but sigh.
Yu Ganxiao once again walked at the front holding the golden sword. Everyone was always alert and prepared for dangers that might arise at any time.
The further we go, the more obvious the artificial traces become, and everyone becomes more vigilant.
After turning a corner, Yu Ganxiao's vision suddenly went dark, and a figure rushed towards him.
Soon enough, he immediately dodged to avoid it, and when he took a closer look, he saw that it was a rotting zombie.
"There is actually a black corpse here. It seems that it is indeed the lair of the black spirit." Yu Ganxiao said and easily smashed the black corpse with a wave of his hand.
Before the sword was put down, several more black corpses rushed towards him.
Yu Ganxiao stood still, and the golden sword flew out and destroyed them instantly.
"Haha, it seems that magic can be used here!" Yu Qian said with a smile.
Sun Baiji took out his compass and played another Taoist talisman. After checking for a long time, he said: "There are a lot of energy displays ahead, the largest number are low-level ones, which are these black corpses. There are also some high-level energies, which are weak to us. "
"Easy to handle!" Wan Leifeng recited a mantra, and a small thundercloud appeared in front of everyone, "cracking" with lightning flashes in all directions, covering the entire passage seamlessly, and floated forward.
"No one can escape, hehe!" Wan Leifeng said proudly.
Several people continued to move forward along the passage. Along the way, there were many black corpses that had been burned to charcoal on the ground.
"Could it be that the black spirit rules the underworld? Otherwise, how could there be so many black corpses?" Situ Yun looked at the charcoal on the ground.
"It governs the temple and the black temple in the upper realm, and controls life and death. Not to mention it is a person with a divine status. It is easy to come to the lower realm to control those things. It is nothing more than giving them power and using it as its own canine fangs." Yu Ganxiao thought. .
Just walking forward like this, stepping through countless black corpses and charcoal, finally a huge space appeared in front.
Looking around, this place can accommodate thousands of people, with hundreds of black corpses lying on the ground.
Except for a platform in the middle, there is no other passage.
Everyone walked in vigilantly and observed the surroundings.
The platform is not big, it can accommodate a dozen people, it is smooth and flat, and there is nothing unusual about it.
Sun Baiji took out his compass and was about to read something when his vision went dark and something appeared in front of him.
Upon closer inspection, the seven people were actually shrouded in a prison, emitting a faint black light.
Yu Ganxiao quickly struck down with his sword with quick eyes and hands. The cage shook but was not damaged.
Wan Leifeng frowned and punched
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Everyone's spells have lost their effectiveness, and the cage is motionless.
"This is something from the Black Spirit! There is no magic in the lower world that can stop us!" Sun Baiji said with a serious look.
"Hehe..." A sinister laugh came from the side.
Several figures flashed out and stood outside the cage.
If you look closely, you can see that there are four men and a woman.
"Who are you?" Yu Ganxiao asked angrily.
"It's a great honor to meet these ancestors!" A man said in a strange tone.
"You are also practitioners, why are you helping the tyrants?" Yu Ganxiao saw that the other party was not from the upper world.
"You are also at the sixth level of immortality. If you work harder, you can achieve it and become true immortals. You are supposed to protect the people of the world. Why are you associating with that beast Hei Ling?" Miao Ximei was furious.
"Hey, my Lord Black Ling has the power to create the world and control life and death. We are willing to follow him. You ancestors should give up. Lord Black Ling will give you eternal life!" Another old man said with a smile.
"For the sake of eternal life, you gave up being a human being? Becoming a lackey of the Black Spirit? How deplorable!" Situ Yun shook his head.
"Put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately. Don't be too stubborn to realize this. It doesn't matter life, it doesn't matter death. It's just a snap of the finger, Amitabha!" Abbot Yunqing clasped his hands together.
"Old Bald Donkey is Abbot Yunqing, right? The highest worshiper of Buddhism, isn't he being locked up by us now?" the young man said in a sinister tone.
Long Shengtian chanted the mantra and released a pink ball of air, but he couldn't get out of the cage.
"Hey, this should be Ancestor Long Sheng Tianlong, don't bother. This is the confinement formation that Master Hei Ling gave us. Even your spells can't get out. Don't make a mistake and get yourself killed, haha." The man was very proud.
Wan Leifeng pointed at him and said, "You will regret it when I go out."
"Haha, come out? Just dream! If you wait a little longer, Master Hei Ling will come back, and you will become little sheep, hee hee!" said a woman.
"What? Black Ling is not here? Where has he gone?" Yu Gan smiled and was stunned.
"Lord Hei Ling went out and will be back soon." The woman said with a smile.
"Shut up, don't talk nonsense to them! We just need to trap them and wait for Lord Black Ling to come back!" the old man shouted to the woman.
"You guys, for the sake of profit, betrayed China, betrayed the lower world, and were willing to be the lackeys despised by thousands of people. Where is your conscience? After all, you have been practicing at the sixth level of immortality for hundreds of years. How come you are in this situation in the last step?" Wan Lei Feng Xiang always had a reputation for being as good as anyone. At this time, he was imprisoned and unable to cast spells, which made him very depressed.
"You!" The old man was about to say something, when Wan Leifeng continued: "China has raised you, you eat and use China, how many people are there to serve you behind your back when you have cultivated to this point? Not only do you not safeguard the safety of the people of China, Instead, you became a vicious dog that endangers China! Has your conscience been eaten by a dog? Your parents gave birth to you and raised you, but you repay your parents like this! Even if I can't get out, you will definitely be wiped out and your soul will be scattered! However, looking back now, You can still be saved! Which way to go is up to you!"
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His words left several people dumbfounded, and for a moment they had no words to reply to him.
After a long time, the old man turned around and said: "Have a good time serving these self-righteous ancestors, don't let them come out!"
Everyone followed his gaze and saw that in the far corner a middle-aged man was reciting mantras and performing fingering techniques in his hands. It turned out that he was controlling the cage.
"It's useless for you to look at it. This cage was given to us by Master Hei Ling. He knew that you would find this place sooner or later, so he gave it to us and asked us to wait for you here, hehe!" The young man chuckled.
"It seems that your Lord Black Ling is very generous. So that person is controlling it, right?" Wan Leifeng teased.
"So what? You just squat in there honestly, and you will have something to look at when Master Hei Ling comes back." The old man smiled slightly.
"I see. Does that mean that when that person dies, this cage will be gone?" Wan Leifeng looked at the middle-aged man who kept chanting mantras and pinching his fingers with a gentle look on his face.
"Yes, what can you do? The ancestors of the seventh level of immortality have all become true immortals, and that's nothing more than that. Master Hei Ling has trapped you to death with a small thing. What a pity! There are no more seventh-level immortals in the world.
Haha." The young man looked at the seven people in the cage.
"Put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. Dear donors, listen to this poor monk, it's not too late." Abbot Yunqing said slowly.
"What are you mumbling about, you old bald donkey! Lord Black Ling is our Buddha! As long as you follow him, you have nothing to fear!" said the young man.
"Buddha can't save you, Amitabha!" Abbot Yunqing clasped his hands together.
With a "crack" sound, everyone turned around and saw a thundercloud appearing above the head of the middle-aged man who was controlling the formation. In an instant, he was chopped into charcoal, and the black cage disappeared immediately.
Before those people could react, the thunder cloud released countless lightning bolts and surrounded them, forming a thunder prison.
"This... how... is this possible! The magic can't be used!" The old man was horrified.
"Hey, before entering this space just now, I left a thundercloud outside. Now look, I am still smart!" Wan Leifeng shook his head proudly.
"Haha, Patriarch Wan is indeed extremely smart." Sun Baiji said with a smile.
"Ancestor Wan, you are truly the smartest person in China! I am not as good as you!" Situ Yun extended his thumb.
"You did something good this time." Long Shengtian also praised him with a smile.
"Hahahaha!" Wan Leifeng was very proud.
The opponent was surrounded by a circle of lightning and thunder, and he didn't dare to touch it, knowing that the seventh-level spell of the Immortal Dao was no joke.
With a "pop" sound, the young man knelt down and said, "Please forgive me!"
"You know you are wrong?" Wan Leifeng tilted his mouth.
"Wrong, wrong, it will never be like this again! We must work with all the immortals to deal with the big black spirit... the black spirit!" Several people's legs were trembling.
"Well, it's good to know that you were wrong! It's too late!" Wan Leifeng raised his eyes, and the lightning instantly chopped several people into charcoal, and they didn't even have a chance to lose their souls.
Abbot Yunqing slowly walked over and stamped his feet fiercely: "I hate people calling me a bald donkey!"