Deep in the secret room, there is a wide stone room, which is decorated in antique style, luxurious and elegant.
In the center of the stone chamber, there is a pitch black altar, with a black mask floating quietly above the altar.
This black mask is very strange. Its surface is covered with dense veins, and these veins are constantly pulsing as if they are alive.
At first glance, it seems that the black mask is a living thing, not a dead thing.
Poof!
As soon as Yang Xingyuan entered the stone room, he staggered, fell to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face became bloodless and hideous.
"Yang Xingyuan, why did you end up like this when you went out? Tsk, tsk, this injury is really serious!"
Suddenly, the black mask suspended on the black altar actually made a slightly aged and thick sound.
I saw a strange red light appearing in the empty eyes of the mask, like eyeballs, facing Yang Xingyuan, staring directly at the latter.
Yang Xingyuan seemed not to be surprised by this, and said coldly: "I suffered a little loss. I heard from Fairy Luohong that you also have powerful healing capabilities! Now help me heal my wounds."
Mask sneered: "Why should I help you? You have never trusted me since you got me back. Since you don't trust me, why should I help you?"
"However, I am very curious that with your strength, there is still someone in this continent who can hurt you so seriously? It is simply unbelievable!"
When Yang Xingyuan heard this, his face darkened and he said: "It was Mu Feng who did this. There are four quasi-demon saints behind him. How abominable! My defeat this time is so humiliating! I am so unwilling to accept it!"
Mask was stunned and said: "I have heard of Mu Feng. Fairy Luohong told me before! I didn't expect that he grew up so fast! You were defeated so cowardly this time, don't you want to take revenge?"
Yang Xingyuan snorted: "Of course I want to, but it's difficult! This time I burned my essence and blood, my potential was exhausted, and it's impossible to make any further progress in my cultivation! It's impossible to take revenge in this life."
Having said this, Yang Xingyuan gritted his teeth and became disheartened.
"Who said you can't get revenge? I told you from the beginning that I can help you improve your cultivation and hopefully help you break through the Holy Lord! Unfortunately, you don't believe me. If you believed me,
Then there would be no such disastrous defeat today!" Mask sneered.
Yang Xingyuan was silent.
This mask was given to him by Fairy Luohong. After they left the Ten Thousand Poison Swamp, they made up their minds to practice in seclusion, hoping to improve their cultivation.
Yang Xingyuan knew that it was impossible to break through to the realm of the Holy Lord in today's world, so the purpose of his retreat was to improve his cultivation to the quasi-sage peak.
However, Fairy Luohong said that she had a way to break through the Holy Lord. At that time, Yang Xingyuan was naturally moved.
Fairy Luohong gave him this mask at that time, saying that as long as he wore this mask and practiced, he would be able to reconnect with the power of the law, and thus hope to fully understand the power of the law, and then be promoted to the realm of the Holy Lord.
Yang Xingyuan accepted the mask, but it was of no use.
Because he still couldn't trust Fairy Luohong, and the mask had self-awareness, which seemed really weird to him, he had been hesitating during the retreat.
"Hmph! Forget it if you can't trust me, then you can continue to waste your time! And if you burn your essence and blood, you won't be able to make any progress in the future. Your whole life will be like this. That’s it!”
Seeing Yang Xingyuan's silence, the black mask sneered and then gradually fell silent.
"etc!"
Yang Xingyuan suddenly spoke.
"Huh? Is there anything else?" the black mask said impatiently.
"If you want me to believe it, then heal my wounds first. If it really works, I will believe you!" Yang Xingyuan said solemnly.
"Okay! Then come here, get close to the altar, and I will heal your wounds!" the black mask said calmly.
Yang Xingyuan nodded and dragged his seriously injured body to the altar with difficulty.
I saw that the surface of the black altar was emitting green light, and these lights scattered and continuously integrated into Yang Xingyuan's body.
To Yang Xingyuan's surprise, when this green light fell on his body, his injuries were recovering quickly, and his limbs were warm and very comfortable.
At this moment, Yang Xingyuan had gradually accepted the black mask's statement.
Moreover, he thought that he and Fairy Luohong were still in an alliance, and the latter would not harm an ally. This made no sense at all.
Two hours later, most of Yang Xingyuan's injuries had healed, and the rejection in Yang Xingyuan's heart had completely disappeared.
After the black mask healed his injury, he already believed in the former.
"I wrongly accused you before, please accept my worship!" Yang Xingyuan stood up and bowed to the mask on the black altar.
"Hmph! It's good to admit your mistake, but I can understand it. After all, anyone who wants to accept new things needs a process!" Black Mask said in a considerate manner.
Yang Xingyuan also became more and more fond of the black mask.
"Please help me break through to the Holy Lord. I, Yang Xingyuan, will definitely avenge this revenge!" Yang Xingyuan held his hand again, but the fire of hatred in his eyes was burning.
"Okay! Put on the mask and leave the rest to me. You just need to relax your mind and practice your mental methods." The black mask said calmly.
Yang Xingyuan did not hesitate, he picked up the black mask and put it on his face.
Immediately, the veins on the surface of the black mask began to squirm, and then they poked out one after another and sank into the flesh of Yang Xingyuan's cheeks.
Yang Xingyuan's face suddenly showed a look of relief, and he could feel a steady stream of energy pouring into his body through the black mask.
What surprised him even more was that the energy pouring into his body actually contained rich and blazing power of law.
The power of these laws is so rich that it is more powerful than the total amount he has experienced in these years, and the quality is also extremely high.
At this moment, Yang Xingyuan completely let go of his guard.
He knew that the black mask did not lie to him, and with its help, he was indeed expected to break through the Holy Lord.
And at that time, his great revenge will be avenged.
If someone were in the secret room and watched this scene as a third party, what they saw might be completely different from what Yang Xingyuan felt.
I saw black veins constantly pouring out of the black mask, starting to rush out densely, and continuously penetrated into Yang Xingyuan's body. The tips of the veins' terminals penetrated into the surface of Yang Xingyuan's skin and penetrated deep into his bone marrow.
at.
These veins do not seem to be helping Yang Xingyuan understand the law at all, but more like some kind of erosion, eroding Yang Xingyuan's entire being... Deep in the secret room, there is a wide stone room, which is decorated in ancient styles, luxurious and elegant.
In the center of the stone chamber, there is a pitch black altar, with a black mask floating quietly above the altar.
This black mask is very strange. Its surface is covered with dense veins, and these veins are constantly pulsing as if they are alive.
At first glance, it seems that the black mask is a living thing, not a dead thing.
Poof!
As soon as Yang Xingyuan entered the stone room, he staggered, fell to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood, and his face became bloodless and hideous.
"Yang Xingyuan, why did you end up like this when you went out? Tsk, tsk, this injury is really serious!"
Suddenly, the black mask suspended on the black altar actually made a slightly aged and thick sound.
I saw a strange red light appearing in the empty eyes of the mask, like eyeballs, facing Yang Xingyuan, staring directly at the latter.
Yang Xingyuan seemed not to be surprised by this, and said coldly: "I suffered a little loss. I heard from Fairy Luohong that you also have powerful healing capabilities! Now help me heal my wounds."
Mask sneered: "Why should I help you? You have never trusted me since you got me back. Since you don't trust me, why should I help you?"
"However, I am very curious that with your strength, there is still someone in this continent who can hurt you so seriously? It is simply unbelievable!"
When Yang Xingyuan heard this, his face darkened and he said: "It was Mu Feng who did this. There are four quasi-demon saints behind him. How abominable! My defeat this time is so humiliating! I am so unwilling to accept it!"
Mask was stunned and said: "I have heard of Mu Feng. Fairy Luohong told me before! I didn't expect that he grew up so fast! You were defeated so cowardly this time, don't you want to take revenge?"
Yang Xingyuan snorted: "Of course I want to, but it's difficult! This time I burned my essence and blood, my potential was exhausted, and it's impossible to make any further progress in my cultivation! It's impossible to take revenge in this life."
Having said this, Yang Xingyuan gritted his teeth and became disheartened.
"Who said you can't get revenge? I told you from the beginning that I can help you improve your cultivation and hopefully help you break through the Holy Lord! Unfortunately, you don't believe me. If you believed me,
Then there would be no such disastrous defeat today!" Mask sneered.
Yang Xingyuan was silent.
This mask was given to him by Fairy Luohong. After they left the Ten Thousand Poison Swamp, they made up their minds to practice in seclusion, hoping to improve their cultivation.
Yang Xingyuan knew that it was impossible to break through to the realm of the Holy Lord in today's world, so the purpose of his retreat was to improve his cultivation to the quasi-sage peak.
However, Fairy Luohong said that she had a way to break through the Holy Lord. At that time, Yang Xingyuan was naturally moved.
Fairy Luohong gave him this mask at that time, saying that as long as he wore this mask and practiced, he would be able to reconnect with the power of the law, and thus hope to fully understand the power of the law, and then be promoted to the realm of the Holy Lord.
Yang Xingyuan accepted the mask, but it was of no use.
Because he still couldn't trust Fairy Luohong, and the mask had self-awareness, which seemed really weird to him, he had been hesitating during the retreat.
"Hmph! Forget it if you can't trust me, then you can continue to waste your time! And if you burn your essence and blood, you won't be able to make any progress in the future. Your whole life will be like this. That’s it!”
Seeing Yang Xingyuan's silence, the black mask sneered and then gradually fell silent.
"etc!"
Yang Xingyuan suddenly spoke.
"Huh? Is there anything else?" the black mask said impatiently.
"If you want me to believe it, then heal my wounds first. If it really works, I will believe you!" Yang Xingyuan said solemnly.
"Okay! Then come here, get close to the altar, and I will heal your wounds!" the black mask said calmly.
Yang Xingyuan nodded and dragged his seriously injured body to the altar with difficulty.
I saw that the surface of the black altar was emitting green light, and these lights scattered and continuously integrated into Yang Xingyuan's body.
To Yang Xingyuan's surprise, when this green light fell on his body, his injuries were recovering quickly, and his limbs were warm and very comfortable.
At this moment, Yang Xingyuan had gradually accepted the black mask's statement.
Moreover, he thought that he and Fairy Luohong were still in an alliance, and the latter would not harm an ally. This made no sense at all.
Two hours later, most of Yang Xingyuan's injuries had healed, and the rejection in Yang Xingyuan's heart had completely disappeared.
After the black mask healed his injury, he already believed in the former.
"I wrongly accused you before, please accept my worship!" Yang Xingyuan stood up and bowed to the mask on the black altar.
"Hmph! It's good to admit your mistake, but I can understand it. After all, anyone who wants to accept new things needs a process!" Black Mask said in a considerate manner.
Yang Xingyuan also became more and more fond of the black mask.
"Please help me break through to the Holy Lord. I, Yang Xingyuan, will definitely avenge this revenge!" Yang Xingyuan held his hand again, but the fire of hatred in his eyes was burning.
"Okay! Put on the mask and leave the rest to me. You just need to relax your mind and practice your mental methods." The black mask said calmly.
Yang Xingyuan did not hesitate, he picked up the black mask and put it on his face.
Immediately, the veins on the surface of the black mask began to squirm, and then they poked out one after another and sank into the flesh of Yang Xingyuan's cheeks.
Yang Xingyuan's face suddenly showed a look of relief, and he could feel a steady stream of energy pouring into his body through the black mask.
What surprised him even more was that the energy pouring into his body actually contained rich and blazing power of law.
The power of these laws is so rich that it is more powerful than the total amount he has experienced in these years, and the quality is also extremely high.
At this moment, Yang Xingyuan completely let go of his guard.
He knew that the black mask did not lie to him, and with its help, he was indeed expected to break through the Holy Lord.
And at that time, his great revenge will be avenged.
If someone were in the secret room and watched this scene as a third party, what they saw might be completely different from what Yang Xingyuan felt.
I saw black veins constantly pouring out of the black mask, starting to rush out densely, and continuously penetrated into Yang Xingyuan's body. The tips of the veins' terminals penetrated into the surface of Yang Xingyuan's skin and penetrated deep into his bone marrow.
at.
These veins don't seem to be helping Yang Xingyuan understand the law at all. They are more like some kind of erosion, eroding Yang Xingyuan's entire being...