The Lord of the Bone Altar looked at Zhu Qingyan and ordered again.
This time he didn't ask Xi Qianye to go down, but only asked Zhu Qingyan to go down.
"Disciple, obey."
Zhu Qingyan saluted respectfully, and there was no dissatisfaction or other thoughts in his eyes.
The surrounding monks of Biyou Villa were silent. No one dared to say anything. At this time, everyone could see that the altar master and the young master were no longer as harmonious as before.
Xi Qianye watched with interest. This Lord of the Bone Altar was quite interesting. If he was determined to put Zhu Qingyan to death, Zhu Qingyan might not end well if he continued to stay in Biyou Villa.
The sinkhole is so deep that you can't see what's underneath, and it exudes an unknown and dangerous atmosphere.
Zhu Qingyan didn't hesitate too much and climbed down along the edge of the sinkhole. The evil poison of the netherworld was isolated, and at least so far he couldn't see any danger.
A quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour...
There was no reply from Zhu Qingyan for a long time. It seemed that he had died in the sinkhole and could no longer send any news.
The Lord of the Bone Altar frowned slightly, his eyes as cold as ice.
"Master of the Bone Altar, if you have been waiting up there for so long, you are not afraid that your disciples have taken away the saint's treasure and run away."
Xi Qianye put his hands behind his back and said with a half-smile.
"He dares!"
The master of the Bone Altar said coldly, finally unable to sit still any longer, he sent people down to investigate again.
Soon, news came that there was no danger under the sinkhole.
As for Zhu Qingyan, he has disappeared.
"Interesting, but quite decisive."
Xi Qianye smiled, Zhu Qingyan was indeed not a person who resigned to fate.
"He is looking for death." The Lord of the Bone Altar sneered.
Soon, the monks from Biyou Villa climbed down the sinkhole one after another, protected by gas masks, and did not encounter any danger along the way.
"You also go down." The Lord of the Bone Altar gave Xi Qianye a cold look, obviously not intending to let him stay up there.
The sinkhole is about six thousand meters deep, and it gets wider as you go down. There is no light in the dark underground, and it is filled with poisonous mist. If not for everyone's extraordinary cultivation, they would not be able to see anything.
Soon they came to the bottom of the pit, and when they looked up, the entrance to the hole was just a small spot of light, like a firefly.
"What is that."
Chen Shungang seemed to have discovered something and made a sound of surprise.
"What a big old tree."
"Why do I feel that it is not a tree, but a living thing?"
"What a weird tree. It can actually survive in an environment shrouded in the poison of the netherworld."
…
On the cliffs on both sides of the sinkhole, there is a strange ancient tree embedded in it. The tree body is dark and secretes dark red sap, which looks like blood. The leaves are densely covered with blood-red veins, which look like blood vessels.
Boom!
A dull vibration sounded in the darkness, and there seemed to be a heart beating thumpingly inside the black tree.
The sound was very strange, like a demonic sound, lingering in my mind and even using desolate energy could not stop it.
After listening to it only two or three times, I felt dizzy and groggy. Even several venerables felt dizzy and feared that they would not be able to hold on for long.
"What's that? It's such a weird thing."
The face of the master of the Bone Altar suddenly changed, and he looked at the black tree in fear. The strange beating sound of his heart seemed to be sucking his soul away.
Next to them, a master who was already at the heaven level couldn't bear the strange beating of his heart and fell to the ground. His seven orifices were bleeding and he was twitching constantly. One, two... in a moment, three or four fell to the ground.
"His name is the Immortal Mingshu. He belongs to a special kind of creature, but he is already dead." Xi Qianye said calmly.
"The Immortal Tree!"
The Lord of the Bone Altar murmured to himself, thinking hard in his mind, but his knowledge about this kind of tree was completely blank. He had seen a lot in his life, but he had never heard of such a weird tree.
"The Immortal Nether Tree does not belong to the Southern Barbarian Continent." Xi Qianye said calmly.
He has the memory of the Qianye Saint Ancestor, and his understanding of the Taihuang World is naturally not limited to the Southern Barbarian Continent.
The Nanman Continent is just a remote and wild corner in the wild world, as inconspicuous as a speck of dust.
The Immortal Nether Tree was born in the Nine Nether Sea and was born to be an extremely terrifying alien creature. It should not have appeared in the southern barbarian land.
"Who are you and why are you not affected by that weird heart beating sound?"
The Master of the Bone Altar suddenly reacted and stared at Xi Qianye with his cold eyes, with a hint of wariness in his eyes that he had never seen before.
At this time, he finally realized that Xi Qianye was not as simple as he seemed.
Not only did this person know this mysterious immortal tree, but he was not affected by the strange heart beating sound and always stood there as before.
He, a fourth-level venerable being, could hardly withstand the strange power, and all the monks at the heavenly level fell down one by one. How could a little guy with a spiritual level of cultivation be able to resist.
"I am me, Xi Qianye." Xi Qianye said calmly.
"Do you have any way to resist the power of that weird heart beating?"
The Lord of the Bone Altar stared closely at Xi Qianye. He had checked that this young man definitely only had spiritual cultivation, and it was logically impossible for him to resist the strange power.
"I told you not to come and die."
Xi Qianye shook his head. He had already roughly judged the general situation here. Even if there was no Netherworld poison to stop him, the people of the White Bone Sect would only die if they came here.
"You are looking for death."
The master of the Bone Altar flashed forward and stepped forward, preparing to capture Xi Qianye.
He had realized that Xi Qianye was gradually getting out of his control.
"It's too late!"
A formation disk quietly appeared in Xi Qianye's hand. He moved his finger a little above the formation disk, and a faint light flashed through it.
The next moment, the gas mask on the face of the Bone Altar Master suddenly lit up, and mysterious runes jumped out of the mask one after another.
The special formation power acted on the Bone Altar Master, causing his figure to pause slightly, obviously being hindered.
"Divine Formation! Do you think you can stop me with the Divine Formation? It's a pity that your cultivation level is too low."
The master of the Bone Altar gave a sneer. The divine formation formed by a spiritually trained divine formation master could not hinder him, no matter how profound the divine formation master was in the divine formation.
In the face of absolute power, any trickery will be shattered.
"Of course I can't stop you, but what about the forbidden formation in the sinkhole."
Xi Qianye smiled slightly, as if he didn't care at all about the huge threat from the Bone Altar Master.
As his voice fell, the gas masks on everyone's faces suddenly lit up, and runes emerged from the masks one after another. All the gas masks seemed to turn into the foundation of each formation, merging with each other and turning into
A large divine formation, with inscriptions flying all over the sky, like stars in the night sky.