Asking The Immortal Dao

Qin Sang waved the Flying Yaksha away, then took out the ghost streamer, drew a wave of Nine Nether Demon Fire, and covered himself, forming a black fire cover.

He took two steps forward, the flame cover on his body swaying slightly.

At this time, Qin Sang felt the breath of magic fire, which was extremely violent and terrifying, but when it touched his fire cover, it immediately became soft.

The body of Nine Nether Demon Fire shows no signs of riots.

The fire shield trembled, and the breath was blocked. Although it could easily break through the fire shield, it did not do so.

Although the background of Demon Fire is quite extraordinary, it is a dead thing after all. When encountering Source Fire, it will show closeness. As long as it does not irritate it, it will not actively attack Qin Sang.

Even under the protection of the fire cover, the shock to the Primordial Spirit is inevitable. With Jade Buddha body protection, this impact on Qin Sang is minimal.

"Sure enough, it is feasible..."

Qin Sang looked happy and put the fat silkworm back into the insect basket.

Approaching the Nine Nether Demon Fire, the purple mist disappeared.

No matter how strong the purple mist is, it is not at the same level as Nine Nether Demon Fire, and it is firmly blocked. The fat silkworm has maintained the anti-poison armor for so long, and finally can take a rest, and can't wait to sleep when returning to the insect basket.

Qin Sang leans on his side, clinging to the cliff, cautiously forward, moving a little bit.

The magic fire of black is in front of me.

He opened his eyes wide, his heart was extremely nervous, and he did not dare to show up, for fear of accidents.

At this time, if someone touches the Nether Demon Fire, even if there is a slight disturbance, he will not even have a chance to escape, and it will instantly turn into ashes.

Nine Nether Demon Fire does not occupy much space, but Qin Sang feels extremely long and his back is soaked in cold sweat.

Finally, Qin Sang successfully passed through the blockade of the magic fire, his mind suddenly relaxed, panting heavily, looked at the magic fire with lingering fear, and then stared at the space in front of him.

The ghost fog of ash-gray wanders everywhere. There is no wind here, but it is bitterly cold and the environment is similar to Immortal Grave.

I wonder how big the space is here?

How many ghosts are lurking inside?

Qin Sang meditated for a moment, not eager to get out of the breath of Nine Nether Demon Fire, and could get out of it in time if something changed. He stood in place, released Flying Yaksha out, and let it go in and explore.

Flying Yaksha's Corpse Qi surged, quietly blending into the ghost fog.

Qin Sang closes his eyes slightly and drives it deep into the ghost fog through the Divine Soul Seal in Flying Yaksha's body.

Nine Nether Demon Fire, Ancient Teleportation Formation, the same birth time...

All kinds of coincidences are added together. If someone says Seven Kills Palace and Profound Purple Palace are not related, Qin Sang A hundred unbelievers.

If it is similar to Immortal Grave, it’s no surprise.

Flying Yaksha walked out a distance in the ghost fog, and did not see any tombs or tombstones.

Qin Sang whispered to himself, "It doesn't seem to be an ancient cemetery! There is no Immortal Grave!"

His expression suddenly became a little more relaxed.

The Immortal Grave of Profound Purple Palace is a place where both Dongyang Bo and Chen Yan are jealous. There is a Ghost King whose strength is comparable to Nascent Soul Sect Founder. If there is also Immortal Grave here, Qin Sang will hesitate.

What's even stranger is that Flying Yaksha hasn't encountered a ghost for so long.

"Huh?"

Qin Sang's complexion moved slightly.

Flying Yaksha also stood still, twisting his neck, his eyes twinkling strangely, staring at the ground on the left.

A piece of bronze appeared in the ground, which looked like a corner of armor.

The bronze is rusty, and most of it is buried deep underground. It should be an ancient cultivator war armor.

Flying Yaksha looked around, then walked towards the armor.

It stretched out its ghost hand and touched it lightly.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly hard armor was touched by Flying Yaksha and dropped a piece of armor, which turned into dust on the spot. In the endless years, wasted by time, has been completely decayed.

"The armor is decayed? Will there still be Remnant Soul? If there is no Remnant Soul, how did this ghost land form?"

Qin Sang whispered, his eyes a little sad .

At a glance, this armor is not a mortal thing. The person who used it back then must be a very powerful ancient cultivator. Now the battle armor is buried deep underground, its power is exhausted, and the ancient cultivator is missing, and even the corpse is gone.

Even such a powerful ancient cultivator could not live forever, and fell into this extremely hidden canyon, unknown.

Can the Immortal Cultivator of this world really set foot on the immortal dao, and Sun and Moon's Splendor?

Flying Yaksha continued to move forward, and saw a Broken Sword, which also broke and turned into smoke when touched.

Then, a white bone appeared in the field of vision.

I don't know if this white bone was cut off by someone during his lifetime or was damaged after death, leaving only the upper body.

Qin Sang was shocked, and finally saw something unusual, and immediately ordered Flying Yaksha to come forward and investigate.

Flying Yaksha approached silently, turning his eyes to look at the bones.

It was slightly paused, then leaned over and touched it with his hand.

At this moment, a pale rays of light flashed on the bones, and then an illusory shadow rushed out, screaming, and pounced on Flying Yaksha.

Suddenly encountering the impact of ghost whistling, Flying Yaksha's eyes flickered, and the silhouette flickered, and he retreated several feet in an instant.

The ghost has no sane, reluctant, and extreme hatred in its cry. It is a Resentful Soul, just wanting to tear Flying Yaksha into pieces.

'Shua! '

A ghost hand appeared without warning, directly inserted into the ghost's body, gently stirred, Corpse Qi surged.

The ghost froze suddenly, let out a scream, and was torn to pieces by the ghost claws on the spot.

"Looking scary, the strength is not strong, and it is estimated to be about the same as the Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator. There are many cultivators in Immortal Grave that die there. The more cultivators die, the more Primordial Spirit is devoured. The more terrifying the strength, the Ghost King was raised in the end. There was no cultivator here before, and there may not be strong ghosts..."

Qin Sang senses the strength of Resentful Soul and makes an analysis.

Flying Yaksha silhouette flashed and returned to the bones.

To touch the bones again, no Resentful Soul appears.

Qin Sang boldly allowed Flying Yaksha to speed up his exploration.

The more you move forward, the more armors on the ground, blade, spear, sword, halberd everything, none of which has been preserved until now, even if the appearance is intact, it will also turn into powder with a light touch.

There are more and more bones.

Sensen white bones have even piled up into a huge pile of bones in some places, making the scalp numb, and it may have been a battlefield.

Qin Sang asked Flying Yaksha to select the bones that were alone to continue testing. A small and half of the bones have Resentful Soul attached to them. They are almost the same, and there are no very strong evil spirits.

Even Flying Yaksha shocked a small bone pile and flew out more than a dozen Resentful Souls, all of similar strength.

All Resentful Souls have completely lost spiritual wisdom, and there are only endless resentments and killing intents in their instincts.

"If the ghosts here are similar to this Resentful Soul, it would be easy to handle, but these are not enough..."

Qin Sang said to himself and ordered Flying Yaksha to avoid Skeleton, walked straight to the deepest part of the space to see how big it is and how many bones are buried.