She clearly stubbornly wanted to record all this with her eyes, but she also instinctively hoped that this was a place that only she could discover.
Because what the girl in brocade has been worrying about is not that this thing has never appeared in front of everyone, or whether there is any conspiracy behind its sudden arrival at the foot of the Shifangmen mountain.
She was even more worried that someone else knew or recognized this text!
The inheritance from ten thousand years ago was thrown in front of her, should she want it or not?
By coincidence, she is Zhang Yunsheng.
She is the leader of the new generation of Talismans in this world. She can eat this ten thousand years of inheritance, and only she has the appetite to eat it.
She didn't allow it, and someone would come over to share the pie with her later.
After struggling with her own thoughts, Zhang Yunsheng made a decision at a certain moment, as if the clouds had opened and the moon was shining brightly in her pupils.
Make a secret with your fingertips, and instantly turn your wrists to hold four talismans in each hand. There are eight talismans in both hands, four at the top and four at the bottom at the same time, located in eight directions.
"East, west, south, north, wood, metal, fire, and water all have their own places, and earth moves among them!"
"If you want to remove the seal of this place today, it is like removing the locks of the past. Beings from all directions come to all directions, and they have their own way to leave!"
"Every direction is destroyed! Success!!!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the eight yellow talismans in the hand of the female cultivator in gilded clothes flew to the earth walls in eight directions: southeast, northwest, southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest.
When Huang Fu and the white maggots on the earth wall met at a certain moment, the sudden appearance of powerful spiritual power exploded the entire cellar in the form of some kind of explosion, and the entire earth wall was exploded from one point.
The mottled words on the earth wall disappeared during the process of fragmentation, and gradually turned into ordinary clods of earth. As Zhang Yunsheng fell, her whole body was filled with powder, until...
Landed.
Zhang Yunsheng noticed darkness in the light, which was the darkness of the demonic realm.
She didn't know where the end of the cellar was, but she was prepared when she saw the depth and darkness in the white light.
"boom--"
The girl in brocade fell to the ground under the impact. She rolled several times flexibly and skillfully to alleviate the damage caused by the collision with the ground.
There were sharp tiles protruding from the ruins that hit her shoulders, and as she fell, they were embedded in her shoulders.
Blood slowly flowed out at this moment.
Zhang Yunsheng brushed it with her hand to disperse the dust around her. All the scenes around her came into view at this time.
"here it is……"
She always felt that she had heard from her elders that a certain place was now in ruins.
That name was frozen in her consciousness, causing her to frown and think carefully.
Zhang Yunsheng pulled off the sharp tiles on her shoulders with her backhand, letting the warm blood wet her clothes from above her chest.
This woman with an indifferent expression didn't even look at her wounds. This brocade robe is a fine magical weapon. It can be easily broken open by this magical weapon. Naturally, this tile is not a mortal thing.
She held the angular piece of broken tile in front of her eyes. At this moment, the blood stains on the brocade clothes gradually faded and disappeared after two breaths.
The bleeding trend decreased, but did not stop.
Red water stained the shoulders again and again, and the brocade clothes faded the blood stains again and again.
"This is……"
"Shan Xin Wa?"
"Why are there fragments of Shanxin tiles in this place? Wasn't this thing banned from being refined by the great masters in the world of cultivation ten thousand years ago?"
Mountain heart tiles are made from stones from the heart of the mountain and made into tiles for the top of the immortal residence.
If a mountain has no intention, the mountain will collapse, the trees will wither, the water will die, the grass and trees will wither, and nothing will survive. Take the word "death".
Monks use the heart of mountains to refine magic weapons. This behavior has been banned thousands of years ago. If you sit on a fairy mountain that is rich in spiritual veins and contains aura under the ground, without the heart of the mountain, this mountain will soon turn into a dead mountain.
.
Immediately afterwards, the spiritual beasts in the mountains and forests are facing a disaster. The monks are not fools. Picking up the loopholes of the dead mountain will be full of rewards.
If there are too many mountains of death, the concentration of spiritual energy will decrease, their own cultivation will stagnate, and their path to immortality will also be interrupted.
Death followed.
The tiles made from the heart of the mountain were used by monks in that era to make immortal residences. The heart of the mountain could improve the efficiency of cultivation.
Zhang Yunsheng carefully looked at the broken tiles in her hand, and lit the lantern charm with her other hand. When everything around her was illuminated, she could completely see the ruins around her.
There are broken hearts and tiles all over the mountains.
At this moment, her heart suddenly stopped, and she seemed to hear the wailing of the green mountains gradually losing their vitality.
The decayed land is covered with dead branches and fallen leaves, the flesh and blood of spiritual beasts are crushed in the mud, the spring water is dried up, the spiritual power is dissipated, and it is a dead place.
She seemed to have witnessed the death of thousands of creatures.
"How could this happen...Why are there so many mountain tiles here???"
"Where exactly is this place?"
The fingertips of the female cultivator in gilded clothes trembled slightly. She seemed to witness the efforts of the monks in the broken tiles to find their own way to immortality. On the way to immortality, she thought she had discovered a shortcut, leading thousands of people to do the same.
Go, and finally die here.
Zhang Yunsheng's lips moved, and she found that she could not speak at this moment.
Although she understood the truth, how could she believe that many monks would lose their lives because of the mountain heart tiles???
If the mountain is turned into tiles and the fairy mountain is destroyed, the monk can find another place?! Why would he die because of this???
She can't understand!
An atmosphere of loneliness and sadness filled her whole body. She had been a descendant for thousands of years and she didn't understand.
Where did the immortals at that time leave a few words?
The female cultivator in brocade clothes didn't know that at this moment, many spiritual consciousnesses were floating around her.
The Demonic Realm is a place where the souls of deceased people temporarily reside.
After a whole stick of incense, Zhang Yunsheng came back to her senses. She whispered to herself in a low voice and repeated: "The Demon Realm... The Demon Realm... This is the Demon Realm!"
"This is the Demon Realm... It's the Demon Realm!!! Ruins!!! The Monk's Tomb!!!"
The female cultivator in golden clothes finally remembered what her family elders had said casually.
They call the Demon Realm "the grave of the monks."
This is a secret known only to a few families with enough foundation to become giants. Many monks have died in the Demon Realm, and this is where the monks once lived.
Only monks! No common people!
It is the real world of cultivation!
These clan elders did not find in any classics the reason why so many monks died here thousands of years ago.
Zhang Yunsheng clenched the tiles in his hands, his face calmed down from the previous shock.
"This... is the Demon Realm."
She stretched out her hand to pinch the secret, making a gesture to attract spiritual energy. There was no change in her fingertips, and there was no feeling of being filled with spiritual energy in her body.
"The Forbidden Spirit Land..." After finishing her words, she denied herself again.
"It's not a forbidden place! I can use spiritual power, but there is no spiritual energy here."
Zhang Yunsheng put the mountain tiles in his palm back into his storage bag, straightened his fly whisk, and walked calmly towards the direction of the wind.