Ling Xiao looked up and saw clouds and mist on the huge mountain peaks, the sky was dim, but there was a corner of a simple palace peeking out, exuding a holy aura.
"That is?"
Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and he felt the strange fluctuations of black mist in the ancient palace.
"This mustard seed formation actually covers such a large space. It seems that it is not just to hide the ancient peach tree. Perhaps the biggest purpose is because of this mountain peak!"
There was a hint of solemnity in Ling Xiao's eyes.
He stepped forward, stepping on the hard rocks, and walked towards the ancient palace.
The clouds and mist are shrouded, and the surroundings are blurry and invisible. There is no fluctuation of life. It seems that the place has become dead silence. There is only the ancient palace. The closer you get, the more you can feel that there is a mysterious atmosphere permeating the air.
Holy yet evil, light yet dark, that ancient palace gave Ling Xiao a very strange feeling.
There are more and more corpses around, broken weapons, broken rocks, still leaving traces of the battle.
Time has washed away everything, but it cannot hide the past.
Ling Xiao saw a dragon-shaped sword, still filled with cold sword intent and murderous intent, but the blade was rotten. This should be a powerful Taoist weapon, but at this moment it completely lost its previous power.
Ling Xiao also saw a white corpse. The bones were hard and exuded a faint luster. There was a black horn on the abdomen, piercing through his body, the eyebrows cracked, and the true spirit dissipated.
Such hard bones can only be retained by at least a strong person in the Emperor Realm.
Ling Xiao felt sad, thinking of the strange black mist, looking at the traces of the battle around him, and imagining how tragic the battle ten thousand years ago was.
Those weird black fogs are very difficult to refine even with the Sky-Swallowing Secret Technique. If Ling Xiao didn't have the Wordless Heavenly Book to restrain the weird black fog, Ling Xiao might have been in trouble long ago.
Tens of thousands of years ago, those weird creatures came and launched a catastrophe that ravaged the entire Eight Desolations, destroying the Immortality Sect that swept across the Eight Desolations and Liuhe and shocked the world.
Jinse... where is she? Did she survive?
There was a sigh in Ling Xiao's eyes. The secret realm of the Eight Desolations was shrouded in layers of fog, and Ling Xiao couldn't help but want to explore.
The eight ancient kingdoms at that time were vassals of the Eternal Life Sect and were closely related to the Eternal Life Sect. Maybe we could really find out the news about Jinse?
Ling Xiao's steps became a little heavy.
After stepping over the piles of corpses, Ling Xiao walked slowly to the top of the mountain. There was a quaint palace there. Although it looked a little dilapidated, it was well-preserved.
Outside the palace, corpses were everywhere, and there were incense burners, demon-conquering pestles, rosary beads and wooden fish everywhere, but most of them were broken, and there was no precious light, and they were also turned into scrap metal.
Bang!
Ling Xiao kicked a huge bronze plaque. Ling Xiao blew away the dust on it, revealing four ancient characters.
Mahavira Palace!
"Buddhism's Mahavira Palace? Buddhism does not exist in the Eight Wastelands. How come there is a plaque of the Mahavira Palace here?"
Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, slightly confused.
Ten thousand years ago, the Eight Wastelands was the territory of the Immortality Sect, and there was no trace of Buddhism. However, on this mountain peak, a plaque of the Great Hall appeared, which surprised Ling Xiao.
Finally, Ling Xiao's eyes fell on the palace.
The two stone doors were tightly closed, and there was a faint mysterious wave coming from them.
Ling Xiao slowly walked towards the palace and stood in front of the huge stone door. He placed his palms on the stone door. His tentacles were cold to the bone, and there was a chill that froze his soul.
"open!"
Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and his unparalleled divine power exploded, and the two stone doors were pushed open by him in an instant.
Instantly, a strange black mist surged in, like a bloody mouth, trying to swallow up Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao was well prepared, and there was a cold glint in his eyes. Suddenly, the wordless heavenly book in the sea of consciousness trembled slightly, and a mysterious light rolled out from the center of his eyebrows, swallowing up all the strange black mist.
Inside the palace, there is actually an Eight Treasures Lotus Merit Pool, showing a refining image, filled with a faint Buddha light, and also surrounded by a strange black energy.
In the center of the merit pool, sitting cross-legged is an ancient monk wearing cassocks, with ten incense scars on his head, and exuding a mysterious aura.
The ancient monk looked lifelike, with lowered eyebrows and a compassionate look on his face. His whole body exuded an air of emptiness, purity, and compassion.
But the strange thing is that half of his body exudes golden light, and the other half exudes black light. With the center of his eyebrows as the dividing line, half is full of Buddha light, and the other half is full of demonic energy. The two temperaments of holiness and evil are intertwined, and he looks extremely evil.
And those black lights were clearly strange black fog.
"Why is there an ancient monk here?"
Ling Xiao's eyes flashed and he slowly walked towards the merit pool.
This eight-treasure lotus merit pool has a refining shape, with a total of eight petals. Each petal has an ancient rune, and there is a thread between each other. Finally, it slowly interweaves and suppresses the one in the center.
On the ancient monk.
Except for the Eight Treasures Lotus Merit Pool, the entire palace is very empty, but there is a mysterious flow of Qi.
When Ling Xiao saw the runes on the eight petals, his eyes suddenly showed an extremely excited look.
"Bahuang Demon Suppression Formation?! This is Jinse...it is Jinse's handiwork. It turns out that Jinse has really been here!"
A huge wave arose in Ling Xiao's heart, and his originally calm state of mind suddenly lost control, and his whole body began to tremble with excitement.
The Eight Wastelands Demon-Suppressing Formation was the formation passed down to Jinse by Ling Xiao. When Ling Xiao became the most powerful person in the world, he used the yin and yang of heaven and earth, the power of wind, thunder and volcanoes to connect the power of the laws of heaven and earth to form a formation.
The Supreme God Array possesses the supreme power to suppress the Supreme Being, slay gods and demons. In the world, apart from Ling Xiao, only Jin Se can set it up.
However, Ling Xiao died in the Red Dragon Secret Realm before he could test the power of the Eight Wilderness Demon Suppression Formation.
Ling Xiao didn't expect that he would see the Eight Wastelands Demon Suppressing Formation here.
The eight-treasure lotus merit pool in front of him was actually formed by the energy of the earth's veins from all directions and the power of connecting the laws of heaven and earth. And the ancient monk in front of him actually became the eye of the eight-desolate demon-suppressing formation, which made Ling Xiao
Extremely shocked.
It seems that this ancient monk must have been an extremely powerful man in the Supreme Realm during his lifetime, otherwise he would not be qualified to be the eye of the Eight Wastelands Demon Suppressing Formation.
Ling Xiao carefully inspected this formation and found that it was indeed integrated with the laws of heaven and earth in the entire Eight Wilderness Secret Realm, and contained an extremely powerful sealing power.
However, what surprised Ling Xiao was that the ancient monk in front of him did not have any life energy, but why was he contaminated with those strange black energy?
"Could it be that under this mountain peak are the strange creatures suppressed in the underground ocean?"
Ling Xiao suddenly thought of a possibility, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes.