The water in the lake was pushed away from both sides, and the cracks became larger and deeper. Fang Ming's eyes were fixed on this crack, wanting to see clearly what was under the crack immediately.
However, within this crack there were flashes of golden light. These golden lights were crisscrossing each other, and Fang Ming could not see through the golden light to see below.
"Hulugliku..."
Duobao Ghost Master on the side had a solemn expression at the moment, chanting incantations, and his body was shaking slightly. Opening the entrance to the Celestial Burial Mountain was not an easy task for him.
"Dorinaau code cheek..."
Finally, as Duobao Ghost Master's roar came out, his whole face turned red to the extreme, and then he stamped his right foot, and the entire lake suddenly started to spin.
Two whirlpools appeared on the lake on both sides of the crack. The vortex grew larger and larger, stirring all the lake water. Even the crack began to twist, and finally turned into a Tai Chi pattern. The crack was the dragon fish in Tai Chi.
line, and those two vortices are black and white points.
One of the eighteen waterfalls also had a phenomenon of water flowing backwards at this moment. This backwards waterfall turned into a water dragon and swept towards Fang Ming. In an instant, Fang Ming was wrapped in it, and then roared
Heading towards the bottom of the crack.
The water dragon continued to weaken when it touched the golden nets intertwined with golden light. Fang Ming, who was in the water dragon, was frightened. Even through the water dragon, he could feel the power of these golden nets.
If it's him, I'm afraid that if his body comes into contact, he will either die or be injured.
If Fang Ming is compared to a mosquito, then the net organized by these golden rays is a mosquito swatter, and the function of this water dragon is to protect Fang Ming.
The water dragon continued to shrink under the collision with the golden net, and Fang Ming's body continued to fall toward the bottom of the crack. In the end, even Fang Ming didn't know how deep he had fallen, because there was no reference for the water dragon's speed.
There are deep lakes on both sides. There are no animals, and there are no units of measurement. If there is any, it is a layer of golden net that will appear every three seconds.
When the water dragon collided with the golden net for the last time, it finally dissipated completely, but fortunately, the golden net was gone, and Fang Ming could only see boundless darkness and depth.
boom!
Until the end, Fang Ming felt his eyes blur, a flash of extreme white light, and then a roar, and he lost consciousness.
Above the lake, looking at the calm lake surface, Duobao Ghost Master's expression became very complicated. He looked at the sky and murmured to himself: "I don't know whether what I did this time is right or wrong. I can't even predict it."
Guess how many secrets he has?"
…
who I am?
Where am I?
What do I do?
When Fang Ming woke up, he immediately asked himself which question was the most philosophical. It was not until he regained his clarity that he began to look around.
In front of Fang Ming, there is a mountain that towers into the clouds. Until the clouds, the whole mountain exudes a majestic atmosphere. Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up at the peak, you will find how small you are.
"This is Sky Burial Mountain, a mountain born under a lake? Or is this a secret space?"
Fang Ming's face showed a look of thinking. If this mountain is in the real world, how could the mountain under the lake appear in the clouds? So there is only one explanation. The place where he is now is another space, a
A secret realm independent of the real world.
Secret realms are what people in the cultivating world call some independent spaces. According to the analysis of cultivating people, the formation of secret realms can be roughly divided into two types. One is created by those powerful people using their great supernatural powers, just like the thirty-three layers in Taoism.
The heaven above the sky, the Western Paradise preached by Buddhism.
But Heaven and the Western Paradise were created by the two most mythical powers. Of course, this also includes the Heaven of God in the West. In addition to these secret realms, there are other secret realms, but they are not so famous.
In addition to the secret realms created by powerful beings, there is another kind that is naturally formed. This kind of secret realm is rarer and more unique, just like the news that was once reported but was quickly erased by some force.
The lava world under the volcano, the kingdom under the ice and snow, and the space under the deep sea...
These secret realms formed due to specific environments are what many practitioners want to explore, because they contain some extremely rare but extremely precious resources.
On the contrary, for those secret realms created by great powers, if they are not sure that there is something they want in the secret realm, most practitioners will not specifically look for it. The reason is very simple. This kind of secret realm is quite the home of the great powers.
Who doesn’t know how to decorate their home? Ordinary people also know how to install a security door or an iron door to prevent bad guys from invading and stealing, let alone those who are powerful.
Almost all powerful secret realms are guarded by means of defense. For ordinary practitioners, not to mention getting opportunities and good things after entering, they may not even be able to save their lives.
Looking back from the top of the mountain, Fang Ming looked forward and frowned. There were white bones in front of him. These people all fell to the ground. It was obvious that those who could turn into bones must have been dead for a long time at least.
"Where will Ling Wei be?"
Fang Ming's eyes searched everywhere. It had been a few days since Ling Wei came in. As an ordinary person, he should not have gone far. Fang Ming took out a piece of yellow paper from his arms, folded it into a butterfly shape, and then
Make a secret with your hands and chant a mantra in your mouth.
The yellow paper had Ling Wei's date of birth written on it. In addition, there was a piece of Ling Wei's hair, which he found from Ling Chuchu. However, after reciting the spell, the paper butterfly still didn't react at all.
After trying it twice in a row, Fang Ming was finally able to determine that the rules of the great road in this place were different from those in the outside world, and the spells that could be used by the outside world were invalid here.
"No wonder this is the holy land of the Eighteen Villages. If you guessed it correctly, only Gu magic can be used here. In this case, if an outsider breaks in, he will become an ordinary person and will not be able to do anything to this place.
destroy."
Fang Ming said to himself, although he did not think that with such a mysterious and complicated way of opening the entrance, outsiders would break in, but the same methods of those powerful people in the sky were beyond his imagination, and they might have to force their way in.
The method is uncertain.
"There is no trace of Ling Wei at the foot of the mountain. He obviously climbed up."
After just scanning around, Fang Ming had a rough judgment in his mind, and without hesitation, he walked directly towards the mountain peak.
Celestial Burial Mountain is very big and high, but it is very flat when walking. However, Fang Ming soon discovered a strange place, that is, the higher you go up, the fewer trees there are. He only climbed it for an hour.
, except for the rocks, there are only some sparse vegetation on the mountain, which is not lush or tall.
"Strange, even if I can't use the wizard's power, I shouldn't be so tired."
An hour later, Fang Ming found that his breathing was a little short. This was a sign of fatigue. Given his physical condition, he would not be a little tired even if he climbed Mount Everest, let alone that the mountain was still so flat at the moment.
"Perhaps it's due to the different rules of the world, and the strength of my body has also been weakened."
Fang Ming continued to walk and found many corpses along the way. Some of these corpses had been completely turned into bones, and some still had their clothes preserved, but they all had one thing in common, that is, they were all old people.
The teeth in the white bones were all missing, and the white hair on the corpses could also indicate the age of the deceased.
"Sky Burial Mountain is the holy land of the Eighteenth Village. Only ghost masters and village master candidates can enter. Could it be that the Eighteenth Village also operates a geriatric system, and those candidates are all very young?"
Fang Ming was suspicious, and his intuition told him that something was vaguely wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he had to be more cautious.
Three hours later, there was no vegetation on the mountain, and only bare rocks were left. Fortunately, these rocks were uneven, and as long as people walked on them carefully, they would not fall down or be unable to walk.
At the same time, Fang Ming also saw a figure appearing in front of him, an old man wearing modern clothes but with a stooped body and mostly white hair, who was slowly climbing forward.
"senior!"
After hesitating for a moment, Fang Ming finally shouted out. In his opinion, this should be a candidate for the leader of one of the Eighteen Villages.
As the shout came out, the figure paused, and at the same time turned around, revealing a wrinkled face. However, at first glance, Fang Ming could tell that this was an old man in his fifties.
It's just that this face looks a bit familiar.
However, when the old man responded, Fang Ming was stunned.
"You...who are you? Damn, you look so similar to that guy Fang Ming, but he is a bit older than Fang Ming. You can't be Fang Ming's brother."
The voice was that of a man in his fifties, but with this tone and these words, who else but Ling Wei would say this?
Almost the next moment, Fang Ming reached out and touched his face. When he put his hand down, the expression on his face was full of horror, and the look he looked at Ling Wei also had a complicated look.
"I am Fang Ming."
Replying to Ling Wei's words, Fang Ming spoke with a deep tone. He finally understood why he saw only the corpses of old people along the way. It was not that these people were old when they died, but because this mountain was depriving people of their vitality.
No wonder the vegetation becomes increasingly sparse as you go up, and in the end not even a single weed can be seen. Human vitality is much stronger than that of vegetation, but humans can't bear it, let alone vegetation.
"Are you Fang Ming?" Ling Wei stared at Fang Ming with suspicion and asked in disbelief: "Why do you look like you are more than ten years older?"
Fang Ming looked at Ling Wei with deep eyes. He wanted to say something, I am only ten years older. Just look at yourself.