Yunmeng looked at Qingfeng in horror, unable to believe what he just saw!
She finally sent all the living students out of the ninth floor, sealed the exit, and was about to go back to find Qingfeng and Huishan, but she happened to bump into the former killing the latter's soul with a sword!
"Why?" Yunmeng couldn't understand, and collapsed and asked: "Why!"
Qingfeng's face was very distorted at this time, half in pain and half as cold as stone.
"Didn't you hear the thunder outside just now? It was because he had a premonition that the disaster was about to come, so he hurriedly started the reincarnation ceremony without being prepared..."
Hearing this, Yunmeng also changed his color, and finally understood why Huishan acted in such a hurry.
Just listen to Qingfeng continue: "But now the ritual has failed. If we don't kill him, all of us will be implicated!"
"Then you can't..." After all, after many years of friendship, Yunmeng still couldn't accept the brother killing each other: "You can't kill him either!"
"The seventh level of ascension tribulation!" Qing Feng raised his voice: "Can you withstand the seventh level of ascension tribulation? Even if you don't care whether you die, what about other people in the academy, so many students, will they accompany him to death?
!"
Yunmeng opened her mouth but was speechless.
But Qing Feng's face twisted and he roared: "You can obviously wait a little longer! As long as the elder brother hides in Xumi's dreamland, he can temporarily hide the secret. You can obviously help find the little sister, you just need to wait a little longer..." "How to wait!" He raised his neck again and said harshly: "It takes time for little sister to cast Sumeru Dream, and the first thunder has destroyed the first and second floors of the academy. I don't know how many people died. The second
Tao is about to fall! Why should others die innocently just because of him!"
"But that is the big brother who once saved our lives! Without him, we would have collapsed because our bodies could not bear the power of two souls. How could you..."
Speaking of this, Qing Feng's body suddenly began to tremble, as if he was about to be burst by violent anger and hatred.
"Is he helping us? He is obviously forcing you and me to merge. From now on, there is no possibility of separation. Even the way to seize the body is blocked..."
Qingfeng's two souls argued fiercely, and their voices were sometimes low and sometimes high-pitched. Before the previous sentence was finished, the other took away the right to speak. Sometimes people couldn't understand what he was saying.
"Stop arguing!" Yunmeng yelled, his eyes full of disappointment: "You, you..."
"Bang!"
A huge shattering sound came from deep in the passage, and Qingfeng's two souls immediately stopped arguing and turned to look behind them.
The too strong Netherworld energy hinders the exploration of spiritual consciousness, the extreme cold is flowing, darkness erodes every corner, and swallows up all the noisy sounds that existed just now.
Yunmeng felt strong uneasiness in her heart and asked in a low voice, "What did you just do inside?"
"It's not me, it's Big Brother!" Qing Feng said as he stepped back: "He wanted to use the immortal method of stealing Yuan and Yang to bypass the six paths of reincarnation, but the magic circle he built seemed to be wrong. Not only did he not hide it from the law of heaven,
It seems to be connected to the underworld."
"Underworld?" Yunmeng asked in surprise, when he saw a sudden flash of darkness in front of him, and a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly appeared. At the same time, there was a majestic and violent meaning.
The sharp claws are like lightning that suddenly explodes, slashing down from top to bottom!
Yunmeng was shocked, her body emitted a colorful halo, and she narrowly escaped from the claws. A sword suddenly stabbed out from the side and passed through her hair!
"Poof!"
The smelly blood splashed out, and half of the black tongue fell to the ground with a snap. Qing Feng shouted: "Quickly leave!"
At this time, Liu Qinghuan was hiding in a corner of the room, watching expressionlessly as evil ghosts and demons rushed out of the broken mirror, stepped onto the earth, and broke into the gorgeous and tidy palace.
They come from the endless hell, and are either treacherous and evil people who commit unforgivable crimes; or they are demons who cause harm to the world and repeatedly commit murderous crimes.
The punishment of the endless hell is painful and endless, and the demons and ghosts that can escape are all so powerful that even Liu Qinghuan does not dare to ignore them.
Qingfeng and Yunmeng alone may not be able to withstand so many monsters and ghosts, and defeat is inevitable. Moreover, once the passage to the Infinite Hell is opened, a huge price and material and financial resources will have to be paid to seal it again.
Block it.
So, we have the answer to why the fall of Senluo Wanxiang Academy turned into what it was in later generations.
Liu Qinghuan's heart moved, and she felt that time began to flow faster at this moment. Looking up, she saw that the tables and chairs in the room were quickly becoming old and decaying. Those demons and ghosts seemed to have mastered the ability to change their bodies, appearing and disappearing in an instant.
Disappear.
"I have finally waited for this day!"
Liu Qinghuan's spirit was lifted. This meant that he would not really be trapped in this hall for tens of thousands of years. He would no longer have to teach a group of naughty students how to make alchemy step by step every day. He would not forget it in such peaceful and dull days.
Where you come from.
He walked outside, as if walking in a rushing river, everything around him turned into light, and countless blurry shadows flashed by——
Shadow?
Liu Qinghuan stopped and looked at his feet.
Through the dim moonlight, he found that his blurry shadow seemed to shake a little, but seemed to be completely normal again.
Liu Qinghuan's expression was slightly cold, but he quickly averted his gaze and continued walking out as if nothing had happened.
Time is passing quickly, and the once sunny classroom is empty, with only ghosts and ghosts running around. The ninth floor has been completely reduced to a ghost cave, then the eighth floor, the seventh floor...
The people in the academy were defeated. The figures of Qingfeng and Yunmeng appeared once, but disappeared quickly. Later, many monks came, leaving countless corpses behind, and they also retreated in an instant.
Then Senluo Palace was abandoned and sealed from the outside world. A thick magic circle light curtain enveloped the entire palace to prevent those demons and ghosts from escaping outside the palace and causing trouble in the world.
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All of this was happening quickly under Liu Qinghuan's eyes, and the passage of time did not stop. I don't know how many years passed, until the huge palace sank into endless silence, and no one visited it anymore.
Liu Qinghuan stood waiting in the ruins-like first floor of the hall. At a moment, time seemed to return to normal, and a man wrapped in a black robe suddenly appeared.
"Moji?"
After seeing that face clearly, Liu Qinghuan was very surprised. The man's age had obviously increased a lot, and he had changed from a young man to a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard. His cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds, and he had reached the sixth level of the Mahayana. p>
Liu Qinghuan raised his eyebrows. If he appeared in front of the other party now, would he scare Mo Ji into doubting his life?
However, before Liu Qinghuan could fulfill his evil destiny, time sped up again, so he watched Mo Ji start to clean up the demons and ghosts, repair the damage everywhere, and tried his best to restore the palace to what it once was.
Thousands of years must have passed by then. The most ferocious demons and ghosts could not break through the large formation outside, and had lost interest in this empty palace, and returned to the endless hell one after another.
Therefore, this made Mo Ji's cleanup much easier. He wiped out the small demons and ghosts layer by layer, and after cleaning each layer, he placed a powerful magic circle to prevent the demons and ghosts from counterattack.
Gradually, other monks visited Senluo Hall again, killing demons and ghosts with him, and obtaining rich ghost spirits or negative spiritual materials.
Senluo Hall has become a place for monks to have adventures and experience, and it is once again bustling with people.
However, the passage connecting the ninth level to the Hell is still open, and a group of demons and ghosts appear from time to time, maintaining a strange balance with human beings.
Liu Qinghuan saw the clues, and while sighing secretly in his heart, he vaguely foresaw the tragic future.
These people have never been to the underworld, let alone seen the endless hell. They don’t know how cruel the punishment there is, nor how cunning and vicious the demons who can escape from the punishment are.
Sure enough, not long after, the counterattack of the demons and ghosts began, and killings and deaths were staged again. The monks were not caught off guard like last time. Under the leadership of Mo Ji, they fought back and forth with the demons, but this only meant war.
It lasted longer and resulted in more casualties.
Senluo Palace is quietly changing, becoming more and more like the palace in later generations, and unwilling resentment is accumulating, filling every corner.
Liu Qinghuan knew where his extradition mission came from, but time still did not slow down, which meant that the time had not come yet.
Until one day, he once again walked into Mo Ji's residence as if he was in a deserted place, and heard that the other party was discussing the war with others.
"Messenger from the underworld, what is it?"
Time suddenly returned to normal speed at this moment. Liu Qinghuan was a little surprised, but it seemed reasonable:
The underworld actually sent ghost messengers to contact human cultivators?