When a monk dreams, there are usually only two possibilities.
One is the invasion of inner demons, and the other is some realization.
It's just that Chu Yan didn't realize that he was dreaming at the moment.
He found himself in a desolate land.
Looking around, there is no limit.
There are undulating and jagged rocks everywhere.
The sky was a gradient of dark red, chaotic, as if it were stirred water.
The whole world gives people an extremely desolate feeling.
It's as if this place is a dead place, a forbidden zone for life.
Anyone in this world will go from fear, despair, and finally become numb.
"Where is this?" Chu Yan looked around doubtfully.
Because he was in a dream, he did not remember what happened in reality before.
It was as if a memory had been thrust in, causing him to only focus on what was happening in front of him.
Chu Yan also did not notice that in the chaos of the sky, there was a pair of huge eyes, staring at him through the turbidity.
These eyes were distant and deep, as if there were rivers rolling inside them, but they were silent.
After Chu Yan looked around for a week, he started to walk forward.
Soon after, he saw a group of people.
"There are others here!"
Chu Yan's eyes lit up and he walked over quickly.
As long as someone is around, you can naturally ask where you are now.
But after taking a few steps forward, Chu Yan felt something was wrong.
Because it's too quiet.
The group of people in front, at least close to a hundred in number, lined up neatly, even marching in neat steps, without saying a word.
No one spoke, no one even made a sound of footsteps.
Chu Yan's heart moved slightly and his eyes focused.
The next moment, he clearly saw that these nearly a hundred people were all walking on tiptoe.
This discovery instantly made Chu Yan's scalp feel numb.
He thought of a legend he heard when he was a child.
On the road to the underworld, the souls of the dead walk on tiptoes.
"Is this...the road to hell?" Chu Yan blinked.
He vaguely thought of something, but there seemed to be a force blocking his thinking.
Chu Yan tried to look at the pale and lifeless faces.
All the faces looked numb and dull, as if they didn't know anything and were just following the team forward completely subconsciously.
Suddenly, Chu Yan saw one of the dead souls move.
This dead soul's face is clearly that of Xiao Taijin, the Light Master.
"Why are you here!" Chu Yan couldn't help but exclaimed.
But at this moment, deep underground in the palace of Cang Yumen's sweetheart.
This is one of the secret places for people without a sweetheart.
Whenever Ji Feng Tang wants to do something shameful, he will choose this place.
Of course, the only ones who know the location of this secret place are him and Dai Qiu, whom he trusts most.
"I gave you ten days to collect materials, but I didn't expect you to prepare them for me in two days. Very good, very good."
Looking at the spiritual summoning materials neatly arranged in front of him, Ji Fengtang nodded with satisfaction.
Dai Qiu lowered his head and said with great respect: "I should try my best to fulfill the teacher's request."
"Well, that's right. My careful teachings to you over the years are not in vain." Ji Fengtang said, "In that case, you can stay here later and see if your junior brothers can tell who is their murderer."
Bar."
"Yes." Dai Qiu responded.
At this time, she hesitated, and finally did not tell her about her private investigation and meeting with Chu Yan.
After all, from Chu Yan's side, she didn't get even a little bit of the information she needed. Instead, she was tricked by the other party.
For Hall Master Dai, who is in charge of Cangyu Sect's torture, this can definitely be regarded as a great shame and humiliation.
If his teacher knew about it...
Dai Qiu didn't dare to think about the consequences.
She can't let her teacher be embarrassed.
Ji Fengtang didn't notice anything strange about his female disciple. He walked to the middle of the secret place and sat down.
The surrounding ground has already been carved with twists and turns of runes.
These talismans, centered on the position he made, spread out in all directions like radiating rays.
Every talisman has a strange and ghostly smell, making people feel tight in the chest and extremely uncomfortable just by looking at it.
After Ji Fengtang sat among these patterns, his whole temperament seemed to have changed at this moment.
The original solemnity and solemnity disappeared.
The whole person exudes a sinister, cold smell.
"Although doing this may cause you to lose your soul and never be reincarnated forever, for the sake of your teacher and my path to immortality, you should come back obediently and tell me the person who killed you."
Ji Fengtang slowly uttered these words.
In the secret place, gusts of dark wind blew at the same time.
This was the first time for Dai Qiu to experience such a scene, so at this moment, she couldn't help but get goosebumps all over her body.
He stretched out his five fingers and grasped them, and all the materials in front of Ji Fengtang floated in front of him in an instant.
Reciting obscure sentences in his mouth, Ji Fengtang quickly poked his fingers in the air.
Every time it touches a material, that material turns into a ball of crystal liquid in mid-air, and then falls to the runes on the ground.
The runes on the ground are all carved on the ground.
At this time, the liquid enters and immediately fills the holes where these runes are located.
At a glance, it seems as if these runes are glowing with light at this moment.
It's just that these lights are all pale in color. Just one look at them makes one feel that their limbs are cold and the blood in their whole body seems to have stopped flowing.
The temperature in the secret place is getting lower and colder. Even at Dai Qiu's level, he can't help but grit his teeth and circulate his spiritual energy to resist the cold air.
At this time, the runes around Monsoon Pond were almost completely filled.
At this moment, he waved his palm and formed more than ten handprints on his chest in an instant.
Every time a handprint is formed, the runes on the ground will vibrate slightly.
The mottled light and shadow create the illusion that Monsoon Pond has entered another space.
"Hell is calling for souls, Zhao Yu's soul is here!"
A sharp shout came from Ji Fengtang's throat.
This sound was sharp and sharp, as if it was the wail of a ghost when it was seeking its life. It was completely different from the usual sounds in Monsoon Pond.
Dai Qiu's eardrums were stinging, but she did not resist. Instead, she opened her eyes wide and looked at the human-shaped light and shadow slowly condensing in front of Monsoon Pond.
Although he doesn't know ghost magic, Dai Qiu also knows that the shorter the time a person dies, the higher the success rate of summoning spirits.
Because of this, his teacher chose to recall Zhao Yu's soul first.
When that ball of light and shadow condenses and takes shape, Zhao Yu's soul will return to this world in a short time.
When Dai Qiu was guessing who might be the murderer, when he saw the group of light and shadow that was about to condense successfully, it trembled suddenly, and exploded with a bang in the eyes of Ji Fengtang who was shocked and angry.