"Is this call related to the Netherworld Dao, or... is it related to the power of the Yin Talisman created by the Xuanqi Wusheng Yin Talisman?"
Zhao Xuanqi thought about it in his mind and couldn't be sure yet, but it might be related to the latter.
Only after he truly practiced it did he understand the mystery of Xuanqi Wusheng Yin Talisman. This secret skill was not simple. At least in the past Netherworld Path, it probably had a decisive position.
"If the distance is too far, you still can't hear the whispers clearly. If you can follow the guidance and approach a certain range, you may be able to hear them clearly."
Zhao Xuanqi pondered, and finally decided to approach the location of the guidance. It doesn't have to be close to the core area. You just need to get closer, listen to the whispers, and understand the contents.
Thinking of this, he ended his thinking and looked at his surroundings.
He was surrounded by a layer of thick fog, and the visibility was not very high. The thick fog was pale yellow and had a strong sense of death, as if he was in the underworld at this time.
"The will of death is strong, and the surrounding environment is mixed with energy. It is also infected by the will of death, and has a sense of decay. If you want to absorb and transform it, you need to spend more time clearing out the impurities, but at least it is not like the powerful evil spirits in the domain.
That way, it completely blocks the absorption of the Yuan Qi of heaven and earth."
Zhao Xuanqi walked slowly while thinking.
There was silence all around, and no one else appeared. After entering the extremity area, when the space is transformed, if no special means are used, everyone will be randomly sent to different peripheral areas.
Although there are many people entering the Absolute Territory this time, the scope of the Absolute Territory may be unimaginably huge and cannot be measured by common sense, so it is not surprising that other people who enter are not encountered.
The ground under his feet was a yellow mud road, which was not formed naturally. There were traces of artificial tamping. In the thick yellow fog around him, the shadows of low houses were vaguely visible on both sides of the road.
This looks like a village?
Zhao Xuanqi secretly thought that when he looked at the mirage from the outside, he saw the image of a towering ruined city, but the area where he appeared now was actually a village.
"According to the information, the Ancient Absolute Territory is a special Absolute Territory created by intercepting a certain fragment of history. There may be changes and strange things happening within it, but generally speaking, it will still maintain many aspects of history.
The original appearance, that is to say, the region and environment where I am now probably once really existed in this world."
Zhao Xuanqi thought of the intelligence information he had collected. This place was so deadly that it was hard to imagine how normal people could survive here.
He thought for a while, looked at a house on his left, and walked slowly over.
Today's situation, it is necessary to understand the situation here.
Soon, as he approached the house, the visibility became higher and higher.
This is a low adobe bungalow with a roof made of thatch, about two meters high. It is surrounded by a simple fence. The door is made of pieces of wood. A piece of darkness can be seen through the gap.
Even with the expansion of Zhao Xuanqi's spiritual consciousness, he was unable to peek into the room.
This bungalow that seemed like he could knock it down with just one attack actually had this ability.
What is even more concerning is that there are strips of white silk hanging on both ends of the bungalow door and on the eaves. A breeze blows by, and the white silk flutters slightly, making it look a bit depressing and strange.
This scene looks like this family has just finished a funeral.
Zhao Xuanqi was silent for a while, and instead of entering rashly, he retreated to the center of the road and walked towards the house on the other side.
Although some architectural details of that house are different, the general decoration is the same, and it is difficult for Yuanqi and perception to spread into it.
The low adobe house has white silk hanging on the door, but the number of white silk here seems to be more than that of the previous house.
Zhao Xuanqi walked through a few more houses and saw no one. Every house was hung with white silk.
"The whole village is having a funeral?"
Finding nothing, Zhao Xuanqi was going to try to open the door of a house and take a look.
Afterwards, he returned to the house where he initially inspected, walked straight to the door, and pressed his hand on the door.
Although the wooden door was closed, it didn't seem to be locked. Zhao Xuanqi just pushed the door open with a slight force.
After the door opened, the darkness in the room dispersed slightly, and Zhao Xuanqi was able to see the scene in the room clearly.
There is only one main hall in the house, which is empty. There are no beds or other furniture. There is only an offering table in the center with an incense burner on the table and a copper basin filled with paper ashes on the ground.
On the wall behind the altar table, there is a scroll hanging.
Above the scroll is a figure painting, which is in black and white. The painting is a "family portrait". The parents are a pair of middle-aged men and women with ordinary looks. The two of them are holding a child of about ten.
year old boy.
The clothes and grooming of the people on the scroll are completely different from those of today. They have a very ancient feel and obviously do not belong to this era.
Even if Zhao Xuanqi had a certain understanding of the history of this world, he still couldn't tell whether the clothes of these people belonged to that era.
He looked at the scroll carefully and found that the three people were very ordinary, and there seemed to be nothing unusual about them.
"Portrait?"
He didn't find anything strange. He was about to go back and open the door to other rooms to check, when suddenly changes occurred.
On the scroll where he didn't notice any strange aura, the teenage boy's eyes seemed to suddenly move, and the smile at the corner of his mouth changed, becoming strange and fierce.
Zhao Xuanqi suddenly stopped turning around, turned around again, and stared at the painting in the room.
Did it actually hide from his senses? This place is indeed weird.
Then he discovered that not only the boy, but also the middle-aged men and women in the painting were changing their expressions, their bodies were shaking, and their two pairs of gray eyes were fixed on Zhao Xuanqi.
"Leave...the money to buy your life..."
Low, strange and malicious whispers echoed in the room and reached Zhao Xuanqi's ears. At the same time, he felt a strong pulling force coming from the room, trying to force him to pull him away.
Enter the room.
"Leave...the money to buy your life..."
"Leave...the money to buy your life..."
On the scroll, a family of three began to whisper non-stop. The voices overlapped and echoed in the room, becoming more and more weird, and seemed to have a strong impact on people's spirits.
Zhao Xuanqi stood at the door, resisting the pulling force, and at the same time concentrated his energy to resist the urging whispers of the family of three.
Less than three breaths later, he was still standing at the door and did not enter the room. As time passed, the family of three on the scroll were not satisfied, and their bodies began to undergo changes.
The face began to distort, the body began to wither, swell, or become mutilated. The face seemed to change from an ordinary smile to a ferocious smile, and the person began to transform into a ghost.
This painting is not a portrait of a family of three. It clearly contains three strange evil spirits.
Hoo ho ho!
The surrounding dull yellow mist full of death began to rise and fall, wrapping around Zhao Xuanqi. The figures of the family of three on the scroll began to bulge, as if they were about to struggle out of the scroll completely.
You just opened a house and asked me for money to buy your life? This is a black shop...
Zhao Xuanqi pondered for a moment, not understanding the situation here. There were a lot of houses in this village. If any unknown taboos were disturbed, there might be some trouble.
It's just a little money, give it a try and see what happens.
Traveling alone in the world, Zhao Xuanqi still brought some silver coins with him, so he took out a few pieces of silver and threw them into the house.
Da da da!
The broken silver rolled down to the ground, and the echoing sound paused slightly. The evil eyes of the three paintings seemed to be attracted by the broken silver on the ground.
But only for that short moment, the next moment.
"Keep the money to buy your life!
"
"Keep the money to buy your life!
"
"..."
The voices of the three people suddenly became sharper, more crazy, more angry and vicious.
As if the few pieces of silver that Zhao Xuanqi threw insulted them, he struggled out of the painting even faster.
"not enough?"
Zhao Xuanqi thought for a moment, and this time he directly threw a piece of silver into the copper basin filled with paper ash in the house.
“Buying life money!
"
“Buying life money!
"
The three evil spirits were still not satisfied.
Hoo ho ho!
Yellow mist began to flow into the room, and there was a strange aura surrounding the three evil spirits, as if they were about to launch an attack on Zhao Xuanqi.
If there is no money to buy life, then Zhao Xuanqi's own life will be used to pay for it.
Obviously, Zhao Xuanqi did not guess these evil "rules" correctly.
"It won't work this way, that won't work either, and you don't want the money, so just go and die."
Zhao Xuanqi's face darkened, and he suddenly stepped out, no longer resisting the pulling force in the room, and instantly entered the house.
Buzz!
In an instant, an even stronger aura of death and strangeness rushed towards him, trying to penetrate into every corner of his body through his seven orifices and pores.
This kind of weird power would probably be unbearable for an ordinary peak induction person. Even an innate master would be affected within a short period of time.
But who is Zhao Xuanqi?
The power of the Yin Talisman in his body stirred up, instantly blocking out all kinds of power. At the same time, the golden fire inside his body exploded, and each Talisman was released one after another, integrating into his body along with his blood and muscles.
Peng!
Shrouded in the pale yellow mist and strange death, a blazing flame exploded around him. The color of the flame was almost pale and pure, without any impurities.
And the next moment the talisman inside his body exploded.
Crackling!
With the terrifying rise in physical energy and the intense delivery of Yuan Qi, the almost pale and pure flames underwent some kind of qualitative change. The shape of the flames twisted and turned into shapes of thunder and lightning like snakes and dragons.
Golden fire turns into thunder and lightning!
According to the secrets of the Red Heart Sect, only after reaching the innate realm can one further practice the art of Lei Yuan Yinghua through the art of Jinhuo Tianding, and transform the golden fire into thunder!
Once the gold fire turns into thunder, its power will be incomparable. Its ferocious meaning can shake up all the evil spirits in the world. This is the power of the top secret art at the core of the Lingguan Dao of the Chixin Sect, which is the same as the Xuanqi Wusheng Yin Talisman.
The opposition of the three yin forces in .
Now, since Zhao Xuanqi can use the power of the three yins with his body at the peak of induction, he can naturally condense the golden fire into thunder!
For a moment, his whole body was surrounded by electric light, like a silk ribbon or a swimming dragon. His eyes were also filled with electric light, and his whole person showed an unparalleled majesty.
winter!
He took one step forward, and lightning suddenly burst out around him, filling the room. All darkness and death were dispersed, and the lightning flashed around, making the room look like daylight.
"purchase......"
Under the lingering thunder light, the chattering voices of the three evil spirits suddenly stopped, and the struggling figures also stopped.
But I haven't waited for them to react.
Crack!
As the lightning flashed, a tall figure had already arrived in front of the scroll. Thunder and lightning condensed in the palm of a huge hand that swelled like a cattail fan, as if a huge egg had formed.
Zhao Xuanqi pushed out his palm, and the thunder ball that condensed the terrifying thunder and lightning energy exploded instantly. The thunder and lightning wandered in the void, vaguely condensed into the shape of a complicated talisman.
The terrifying thunder talisman was printed on the scroll. The three evil spirits struggling out of the painting immediately let out sharp screams. A large amount of death energy evaporated under the attack of the thunder. The scroll seemed to be ignited by the lightning.
Inch by inch, it began to turn into ashes and dissipate into the void.
The lightning in the room lasted for three breaths, and all power disappeared. The lightning on Zhao Xuanqi's body dissipated and he returned to his normal state.
Indoors, the altar table collapsed, the incense burner and the copper basin were blown away, and the paintings on the wall had disappeared. The strong pulling force and the yellow mist surging outside slowly subsided.
solved?
The opponent's characteristics were very strange, and Zhao Xuanqi did not expect that he could be solved so easily.
"By the way, this place is an ancient and ancient realm. It was shaped according to the original shape in history. It is actually just a projection. It has at most part of the power of the original body, so it is easy to destroy. With the weirdness of this scroll's ability, if it were its true form
In its true form, maybe I won’t be able to deal with it so easily.”
Zhao Xuanqi secretly thought in his heart that this was probably the special feature of the Absolute Territory. If the intensity of those terrifying places in history were completely replicated, it would probably not be the turn of people like them to take action, and it would also cause huge disasters in the outside world.
He shook his head slightly and prepared to leave the house and continue to investigate.
suddenly.
Hoo ho ho!
A dark wind swept through the house. From where the picture scroll disappeared, an inexplicable force suddenly appeared and condensed in mid-air, forming several illusory-looking coins.
The style of this coin is simple, but the pictures on it look a bit eerie and weird, as if they are not from this world.
"A kind of 'underworld coin'?"
Zhao Xuanqi looked a little stunned. It turned out that the life money that those evil spirits were begging for from him was this kind of thing?
However, regardless of whether it is or not, he just can't take it out anyway.
"Judging from the performance of those evil spirits, these things may have some effect in this extremity."
Zhao Xuanqi thought for a moment, stretched out his hand, and took in the illusory coins suspended in the air.
These coins had no substance. After being ingested by him, they condensed into a strange force that attached to his palm, forming a strange mark like a whirlpool.
"interesting."
Zhao Xuanqi raised his eyebrows slightly.
Good guy, this family asked me to buy money for my life, but in the end, they lost my life and the money also belonged to me.