Chapter five hundred and seventy-fifth, there is Qingming on the top and nine secluded places on the
The ancient tomb dungeon requires an entry fee once you enter. No matter how long you stay in the city, you can pay the spirit stone again as long as you come back after leaving. Therefore, due to the sudden increase in the entrance fee, a large group of
The cash-strapped monk was blocked from the door.
One hundred low-grade spiritual stones, Nascent Soul cultivators like Liu Qinghuan naturally look down upon, but for those monks who can't even build a foundation, it is almost equivalent to their entire net worth, and the poor can't even get up to one hundred dollars.
together.
Naturally, they were unwilling to accept this fact, so they gathered at the entrance and made a fuss, accusing and denounced the insensitivity of those in power in the underground city.
However, the dungeon acted very tough. The arrogant guards drove all the troublemakers out of the stone hall at the entrance, and mercilessly killed the ones who shouted the most fiercely.
, the conflict was finally suppressed.
A black-haired, half-human, half-demon demon cultivator made an indignant noise and dragged his friend out: "Let's go, it's been eight lifetimes of bad luck! We've been staying outside the city for so long, so early
It’s time to recognize the true face of the ancient tomb dungeon, they are more greedy than blood-sucking flies! Even if I have the spiritual stone, I will not give them half of it!"
His friend was a young ghost cultivator with a pale blue face. He said in frustration: "However, I heard that this wave of corpse insects is extremely terrifying. There are also blood sickle spiny insects in it. Just with the cover of the Ganghuo Sand,
It’s simply not enough for us to survive the insect wave…”
"What are you afraid of!" The demon cultivator said through a message: "There is no unstoppable path for mankind. I know there is a deep underground cave nearby. Let's hide there."
He turned back and glanced at the entrance of the dungeon full of hatred: "Huh! Do those people think that hiding in the ancient tomb dungeon is really safe? Countless dungeons have been breached and destroyed by insect waves in the past. It's their fault.
Go have a great spring and autumn dream!"
The ghost cultivator's eyes lit up, and he ignored the curses of his friends behind him, and hurriedly said: "Then what are you waiting for? Let's leave quickly!"
Although the conversation between the two was through sound transmission, it was all in vain for Liu Qinghuan. He watched the two people squeeze out of the noisy crowd and headed northeast.
Liu Qinghuan sighed inwardly. The environment in the Nine Nether Realm was obviously much colder and crueler than that of Yunmengze and the Yinyue Blood Realm. This was probably because the various ethnic groups here were mixed and lived together, and the cohesion was obviously very poor.
He withdrew his gaze and looked towards the distant horizon. The sky in Jiuyou was always dark and heavy, neither day nor night. The gusts of cold wind brought a biting coldness, and there was not a single corpse insect yet.
After walking around for a while, the entrance to the dungeon finally returned to silence. The monks who could not enter the city had already left to find a new place to hide.
When the guards saw him, they wanted to stop him, but they let him go under the scolding of a winking leader.
Back in the dungeon, Liu Qinghuan stopped by the coffin in the entrance hall and touched his chin with interest.
after one day.
The stone palace on the ground had been completely closed two hours ago, and the formation had also been opened. The narrow passage leading to the entrance hall was covered with blood-red sand, and even the four walls were covered with a thick layer.
It exudes a strong, inexplicable, weird smell.
The entire underground city was as quiet as a real tomb. Everyone held their breath and remained silent, waiting for that moment to arrive.
Liu Qinghuan and the ghost cultivator named Shushang were guarding a small room on the first floor of the dungeon, with a slightly sunken stone plate standing in front of them.
Shu Shang had a worried look on his face, and seemed still annoyed at being called out of seclusion. However, his attitude was much better than yesterday, and he chatted with Liu Qinghuan while waiting.
Changing his posture, Shu Shang said casually: "So, you just arrived in Jiuyou?"
Liu Qinghuan said: "Yes, I didn't expect to encounter a swarm of corpse insects as soon as I arrived. My luck is too good."
After understanding the basic situation of this world, he did not hide his identity as an outside monk.
"What's the matter?" Shu Shang said: "You will know after a long time. This place is always in chaos all year round. The insect tide is just the smallest and most common one among them. Those insects are just numerous in number.
The danger to us is basically not great. What is more terrifying is the ghost tide, the black tide, and various conquests. Several ghost emperors compete for territory and resources, and they have to fight every one or two hundred years. In addition, there are always
The border is full of killings, and what’s even more terrifying is the nine-day battle.”
Liu Qinghuan was shocked: "Nine-day battle?"
Shu Shang laughed a few times, the sound was extremely unpleasant.
"Yes, the Battle of Nine Heavens, or the everlasting battle between Jiuyou and Qingming." He said: "These two interfaces, one is above the Nine Heavens, and the other is below the Nine Heavens, but they are controlled by the Mingshan War Territory.
The two are connected. People like us..."
He compared himself with Liu Qinghuan: "For people like us, if we go inside, we will be the ones with the lowest cultivation level, and we can only serve as cannon fodder."
Liu Qinghuan was stunned: "Are they all cannon fodder in the Nascent Soul stage? Is there a combined stage in that stage? Aren't there monks in the Mahayana stage?"
Shu Shang lazily said: "Maybe."
Liu Qinghuan took out the jade map slip given to him by Chong He and said: "I don't think the battle area of Mingshan is very big..."
Shu Shang came over to take a look and said with a smile: "You don't really think it's that big, do you? I can guarantee that although the battlefield is not as big as Jiuyou, it is much larger than the ordinary interface."
Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but be very interested: "Have you ever been in there? What's the situation like inside?"
Shu Shang clicked his tongue: "I won't go. It took a lot of effort to cultivate this body of mine to its current state. If I go in, I won't be seeking death. Although in order to encourage people from the two realms to participate in the war, the rewards inside are so rich that it makes people jealous.
, then you have to have a life to enjoy it.”
After pondering for a while, Liu Qinghuan asked: "So, the highest cultivation level in Jiuyou is not the Ghost Emperor?"
"Hahaha, of course!"
"ah?"
Shu Shang laughed: "You don't think that Jiuyou is the only one where we are now, do you?"
He pointed to the ground: "Nine Netherworlds and Ten Realms, each level is a realm, and the level we are on is the first realm, also called the Netherworld Realm. Don't think there are people like you cultivating here.
If it exists, it’s just because the space in the Netherworld is extremely fragile. You’ve gone to the wrong place. But further down, only us ghost cultivators and demon cultivators can enter after they have reached a certain level of cultivation."
He patted Liu Qinghuan on the shoulder and said in a senior tone: "Now you know, this is the reason why Jiuyou and Qingming are called the divine domain."
Liu Qinghuan smiled and nodded. These were things he would never be able to understand in Yunmengze. At this point, he had a little understanding of the entire world.
There is Qingming above, Jiuyou below, and there are countless interfaces in the middle, which are divided into three levels: large, medium and small. And Yun Mengze's interface is just the smallest interface among them.
He suddenly remembered something and said, "Have you heard of Wanhujie?"
"Wanhu?" Shu Shang thought for a moment: "One of the three thousand worlds, right? It is said that that world is composed of tens of thousands of small interfaces and is very easy to split. I think it is nonsense."
"What's the meaning?"
"Tens of thousands of small realms?" Shu Shang curled his lips: "Isn't that bigger than Jiuyou, how could it be possible! But 'easy to split' must be true. I once met a person who came from Wanhu Realm.
He said that the most common thing that the Mahayana monks in their interface do is to retrieve the separated interface, which makes them busy and nagging all day long and is extremely tiring. Haha, I think that if it splits, it will split, but it is just an interface.
It’s just a downgrade, haha.”
When Liu Qinghuan heard this, he had a mixed feeling. He still clearly remembered what Xun Weng said back then, saying that Yun Mengze was a fragment of Wan Huo's split. This might be true.
Judging from the three interfaces he walked through, neither the Yin Yue Blood Realm nor the famous Nine Nether Realm has the rich spiritual energy of Yun Mengze. The Cave Heaven Blessed Land on this small continent is just like
As many as dozens of places.
All of this is probably because Yun Mengze once belonged to a large interface, right?
Shu Shang asked: "By the way, you haven't said which interface you came from..."
Liu Qinghuan was about to answer when he saw a yellow light suddenly emitted from the center of the stone plate in front of him. It shot into the air and spread out in a fan shape, turning into a curtain of light.
What is reflected in the light curtain is the desolate scene of the outside world, the blurry distant mountains, the coarse gravel ground, and the dim sky.
Shu Shang stretched out his pale finger and lightly touched the light screen, and the screen began to rotate, as if someone was turning his head to look around.
Liu Qinghuan stretched out his hand and suddenly said: "Here!"
When Shu Shang stopped his fingers, he saw a black line appearing at the end of the endless plain.
The black line traveled very fast, like a black cloud rushing from the horizon, but it was much closer in just a moment.
Shu Shang sat up straight, his expression a bit solemn: "So many!"
He cursed a few times and shouted loudly to the monks guarding the door: "Go and tell everyone to get ready, the insect wave is coming!"
As the black clouds rushed in at the speed of a mountain and a tsunami, their true appearance was clearly projected on the light screen.
Liu Qinghuan felt his scalp numb and a chill running down his back.
I saw hideous and ugly black bugs crowded together, flying in the sky and crawling on the ground, densely packed, overwhelming the sky and the earth, and their momentum was extremely frightening!
Judging from his experience, he has seen a lot. No matter whether it was the beast tide back then or the mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the battlefield, nothing could compare to the strong disgust he felt when he saw the insect tide at this moment.
It was a mixture of nausea, trembling, terror and other sensations. The hairs all over my body were numb and numb from the top of my head to the soles of my feet.
Turning around, I saw that Shu Shang was also rubbing his arms vigorously, his face twisted together: "Damn, I can't stand the sight of these bugs gathering together. Every time I see them, I get goosebumps."
I wish I could burn them with fire!"
Liu Qinghuan smiled bitterly, but had to look. He pointed at some red dots and large insects in the insect tide: "This is what you call the blood sickle spiny insect, right? What about this one?"
Shu Shang said gloomily: "These are blood slugs. Their attack power is not high, but they will self-destruct. If there are many of them, even a large magic circle cannot withstand the power of their self-destruction."
Liu Qinghuan thought for a moment: "Can they burrow into the ground?"
"That won't happen."
"That's okay. We're in a dungeon, so the threat shouldn't be great."
Shu Shang's face still didn't improve: "The blood sickle bugs are actually very rare, but this time there are many more than we expected. In addition to the entrance, it seems that we have to prevent them from getting in from other places."
With that said, he immediately dispatched troops and generals, and discussed other corresponding strategies with Liu Qinghuan.
While the two were talking, the overwhelming insects had gotten much closer. Even though they were underground and isolated by a layer of city protection formation, they still felt the slight vibration coming from the ground.
The vibration gradually became louder, as if there were thousands of troops galloping overhead, and the rumble was like thunder, followed by the sound of flapping wings and the high-pitched and low-pitched sounds of insects, but together they were extremely terrifying.
Liu Qinghuan suddenly said in a deep voice: "Here we come."
As he spoke, the light curtain in front of him was filled with countless insects that covered the sky, as if the sky had suddenly turned dark.
Wherever the zombie worms passed, there was no grass left on the ground. The stone houses built by low-level monks also collapsed under the impact of the insects. Even the stone temple at the entrance was not spared and collapsed into ruins.
At this time, the insect swarm suddenly started a commotion, but a low-level monk who had not been able to enter the city was hiding in the stone house. When the stone house collapsed, he was completely exposed to the insects.
Fortunately, his body was also covered with Ganghuo sand. The ordinary corpse insects disliked the smell of this sand and walked around him one after another. He huddled up into a ball as much as possible in the stone ruins, hoping to get through this smoothly.
Tribulation.
However, this insect wave did not only include corpse insects, but also a large number of blood sickle spiny insects. This kind of insect is not big in size. It has two pairs of sharp forelimbs that are like sickles, and can cut gold and stone with one slash.
The low-level monk was discovered by this insect that was not afraid of the fire and sand. He could no longer hide and fled in panic while throwing spells. However, he could not escape in the vast sea of insects, and soon he was screaming on the ground.
It rolled around and gradually became silent.
This scene was faithfully presented on the light screen. Liu Qinghuan looked silently at the pale skeleton that was left after the flesh and blood had been eaten away in the blink of an eye under the black sky, and frowned slightly.
Shu Shang only glanced at it, then turned away without any movement, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip.
Now they can only wait, wait until the insect wave is over, and they will be safe.
The waiting time was long and boring, and the two continued to chat with each other.
Shu Shang asked: "Fellow Taoist Qingmu, are you planning to attend the concubine ceremony of Emperor Zhaoyang this time?"
Liu Qinghuan lowered his eyes, picked up the wine glass, and said, "You do have this plan. How about you, fellow Taoist?"
"I won't go." Shu Shang said with a touch of disdain on his face, "I'm going to continue to retreat."
Liu Qinghuan's heart moved, he thought about it and said, "By the way, let's ask fellow Taoist about someone."
"Oh, who?"
"Hongshang."
Shu Shang turned to look at him and said with a playful smile: "I can't tell! That is Emperor Luo Tu's favorite concubine. She was born in the powerful Senluo City. What do you want to know about her?"
The setting of the big world is out, spread flowers~ The characteristic of this book is probably that unlike other fairy tale novels, when the protagonist is practicing Qi, he can only come into contact with monks in the foundation-building period at most, and when the protagonist is developing golden elixir, he can only interact with Yuan Dynasty at most.
In Contact with Infant Monks, it seems that the whole world is upgrading with the upgrading of the protagonist. In the author's view, the world is not divided. In addition, the main line of this book is about war, so it is impossible to avoid writing about monks in other stages, so
The protagonist may encounter Yuanying when practicing Qi, and of course he will also encounter Qi during Yuanying.