As soon as Liu Qinghuan rushed out of the prison's stone door, he realized something was wrong. His body became extremely heavy as if filled with lead. His feet sank deeply into the muddy and bloody ground. Every step he took forward required several times more effort than usual.
What made Liu Qinghuan's heart sink even more was that the flow of magic power in his body suddenly became extremely slow, and his Dantian was like a pool of stagnant water. Even the mental power that was always running on its own suddenly stopped.
There was a scream from the side. When I turned around, I saw a big bird with black feathers flapping its wings pitifully. Next to it stood a silver-haired wolf.
"What's going on?" Greedy Wolf trembled and uttered words: "How come we all suddenly changed back to our original shape, and we still can't change back? It's forbidden by law?"
"Cuckoo!" Phoenix covered its mouth with its wings in fear.
"It's not just that simple!" Liu Qinghuan said with a solemn face. He just tried it, and not only was his magic power unable to activate it, but the golden veins in his body were also suppressed, and the flow became extremely slow!
This is something that has never happened before, and now it comes suddenly without any warning.
After struggling to create a spell, Liu Qinghuan closed his eyes and felt it silently, and said after a while: "The space laws here are very different from the outside world, and the magic power is indeed unusable, but... it should not be a forbidden law, but a comparison.
Restrict the more powerful, divine power!"
Liu Qinghuan felt the same aura as that of the Underworld Seal, which was stronger and seemed to be everywhere.
That was left by Lord Guili, the aura from the gods who had retired to seclusion.
Just like low-level monks facing high-level monks, or ordinary ferocious beasts facing divine beasts, this land like a mountain of swords and a sea of blood is shrouded in divine power. Because the difference in realm is too big, anyone who enters will be cultivated indiscriminately.
for suppression.
Therefore, Yue Zhi and You Huo will return to their original forms, and he will not be able to use his magic power.
After thinking about this, Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes, thought about it, and stepped back to the cell door he had just walked out of not long ago.
He took out the Xuanyuan Sword, and took out the things that might be used from the Najie, and said to Yue Zhi and You Hu, "Why don't you go back to the spirit beast bag?"
Yue Zhi was a little moved, but seeing You Huan's resolute refusal, he had no choice but to shake his head. You Huan handed the yellow bird to him and asked him to help put it into the spirit beast bag first.
"Then let's go." Liu Qinghuan said.
The ground is as soft as mud, and you can step on it to make blood flow. Those sharp blades are in clusters, clusters, like grass covered with swords, scattered everywhere in an orderly manner. If you are not careful, you will be injured.
will be cut.
Youhu's true form is a ghostly phoenix, with its wings spread several feet wide. At this moment, it can only huddle tightly on its sides, but it still cannot avoid touching the sharp blade stuck straight into the ground.
She screamed in pain, and the unbearable pain hit her violently, making her feel like her whole body was being torn apart.
"Ouch, it hurts! Why does it hurt so much?"
Liu Qinghuan quickly hugged her to prevent her from moving, and then checked her wings, only to find that there were no scratches on them.
"Don't touch these sharp blades! They don't cut the body, but directly affect the soul. If the soul is cut, it will not only be painful, but it may also lead to death!"
However, even so, Youhu still refused to return to the spirit beast bag. The little girl hated being locked in the spirit beast bag, so she could only shrink into a chicken-like shape and follow him closely, unable to fly even if she wanted to.
As the greedy wolf in heaven, Yue Zhi had to be much more nimble, flexibly bypassing the sharp blades on the ground and leading the way for them.
Probably to divert attention, Youhu muttered: "I think we will definitely not be able to find that high god. Maybe he has... isn't it said that all the gods have gone into seclusion? Then he must also go into seclusion, right?"
Liu Qinghuan shook his head. If he had thought that Guili Shenjun might have retired to seclusion before, but since he entered here, because of the divine power that permeated this place, this possibility has been reduced a lot.
You Yan asked again: "When do you think those people outside will come in? Why is there no movement after so long?"
Just as one person and two beasts were walking in the mountain of swords and the sea of blood, a group of demons were also in trouble in front of the gate of the Infinite Hell.
The stone door, which was more than several feet high, was tightly closed. Ten scenes of hell were carved on the door. A thick layer of black air shrouded it, and it continued to attack, but it did not dissipate at all.
"Stop it." Someone said: "This seal was probably set by the Lord Guili himself. Even if I wait for my true form to take action, I'm afraid I won't be able to break this ghost door."
Yan Tian turned around and said irritably: "You have to break it even if you can't break it. Can't we just give up?" He complained again: "That guy Fengzhao is too ruthless. He plundered everything on the ground, so he just left one for us.
There is nothing in the ruins, but I can’t see anyone!”
Lin Ye glanced at him unkindly, then turned to look into the distance, worry flashing in her eyes.
Since entering the Jingqing Palace, they have discovered that this fairy palace is completely different from what they imagined. Not only does it not have any fairy spirit, but it also has a ghostly spirit, and it has long been reduced to ruins.
The most puzzling thing is that they only found some traces of battle on the stone bridge, and Feng Zhao and the subordinate who came in with him were nowhere to be seen.
Because Liu Qinghuan concealed his figure and rushed into the Xingqing Palace, the ninth-level demon cultivators guarding outside did not notice him, so until now, no one present knew of his existence.
Unable to attack the gate of endless hell for a long time, the grumpy Xia Tian started to quarrel with others, and everyone else stopped.
This time, about ten people came in. In addition to Lin Yechang, Yantian, and Shangzhen, three more clones of the demon god came in the next few days. The rest were all demon ancestors stationed in the Silver Lawless Land. After all, they
When you eat meat, you have to leave a mouthful of soup for the people below.
And, those two people!
Lin Yechang's eyes turned slightly. The two people were standing far away at this time, as if they were watching, and did not participate in the attack on the ghost gate at all.
At first glance, it was obvious that they were not the same group of people. The old man was wearing dirty Taoist robes and looked like he was in a state of wandering mind. The strong smell of alcohol on his body could be smelled even from a distance.
This person is an earthly immortal, his Taoist name is Jingyuan, and he is also known as Drunken Immortal.
The other one is a young man. Although he looks pretty and looks easy to talk to, he is actually a real ruthless character sent from the fairy world.
Just like now, several demon gods surrounded him, and the man still smiled like a breeze, showing no timidity at all.
"Wen Buhan, we have reached an agreement on temporary cooperation before, but what do you mean by standing idly by now?"
The young man, Shangxian Wen Buhan, smiled lightly and said: "Oh, you still remember the cooperation agreement, I thought you had forgotten it. But as soon as you entered the Jingqing Palace, you all wanted to get rid of us."
He glanced at the approaching people with mocking eyes: "Why, now that you think about me, do you still want to turn against me and take action?"
"Hiccup, do something?" The drunken immortal beside him seemed to suddenly wake up. He raised his blurred drunken eyes and groped around his waist with his hands: "Who wants to do it? Hiccup! Is it you guys? Come on, come on. Let me know.
I was just about to sign with someone..."
Seeing that this old lunatic was about to play tricks, Shang Yi quickly stepped forward, winked at the demon gods, turned his head, cupped his hands, and said with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, you two, we have no intention of doing anything, we just saw each other.
If you can't get in, you can't help but feel a little impatient."
Wen Buhan snorted, waved his hand and said, "I'm not in a hurry, just carry on and don't worry about us."
Shangyang's face darkened, but he soon returned to his original state, and he muttered: "Brother Buhan, it's not easy for you to go to the lower world, and you don't want to come back empty-handed, right? So I hope that Brother Buhan can put aside the past grudges, and you can open the door before
Maybe the gate of Jingqing Palace can also help open the seal of this ghost gate?"
Wen Buhan smiled and said slowly: "That's not necessarily the case."
Shangyang's eyes flashed and he said: "We have written the agreement with the Heluo Divine Scroll before, and now it is natural that we will still make the agreement. If we find Guili Shenjun and the things belonging to the Xian family, they will all belong to you two. If we find the ancient demon god Tianzun You
All the relics belong to us."
"Very good, it seems you still remember." Wen Buhan then patted the hem of his clothes, stood up and said with a gentle smile: "Why are you still hanging around? Get out of the way!"