Fairy Palace

  In order to prevent accidents, Ye Tian manipulated the avatar outside, cautiously ascending Wulai Peak.

  Without the slightest wind and grass, the avatar outside of the body came to this practice room quietly.

  Along the way, the avatar outside the body did not see any other creatures.

  The distance was enough, and Ye Tian immediately exchanged positions with the avatar outside.

  This is not a leap in space, so the heaven and the dungeon did not play a role, imprisoning Ye Tian.

  It was still pitch black before her eyes. It wasn't until Ye Tian activated the Demon King's eyes again that the darkness gradually faded.

Around   , it was back to the original state again. The extremely peaceful practice room seemed a little deep for some reason.

  Ye Tian has never forgotten his purpose, but the components of the chaotic stele. But he did not know whether the young man took it away.

   But in any case, the search is always going on.

  The effort paid off, Ye Tian quickly found a secret compartment. This compartment is relatively small, with a parchment scroll and a fan-shaped black stone inside.

   Ye Tian accepted Black Stone, and then opened the parchment scroll.

  The sheepskin scroll is densely filled with text. Ye Tian read it from the middle and felt it. This seems to be some kind of conspiracy...

  "Cheng Sword fell today. I don’t know why, I always feel that there is something weird in it. Not only was it buried quietly without seeing the corpse, but also the three black stones on the chaotic stele."

"Everyone knows the role of the black stone. Once three of them are gathered and placed on the stele of destiny, it will attract a vision. But the stele of chaos is just an ordinary obelisk of Wulai Peak, and it is given the title. , But it doesn't seem to have any effect."

   "The head told the disciple that the black stone was to hold the spirit body of Cheng Jian, but no one knew that the black stone alone was just an ordinary stone?"

  "The stele of destiny is hidden somewhere under Wulai Peak. This is a secret that belongs to me alone. I want to get the black stone and change the fate of my mortal body!"

   Immediately after that, there was a fault. Ye Tian knew at a glance that the diary here had been torn off several pages. Fortunately, there is still content behind.

"The head found me! I have to flee. I only took one puppet from Heishi. Why did he wrong me and took three? It is said that Chengdao in the sect also took one puppet and hid it in the thatched cottage. , But he was not found!"

  This is the last page of the diary. Ye Tian put down the parchment roll and glanced at this small room again.

  In the corner of the room, there is a wisp of gray, quietly shrinking in the corner. Ye Tian can deduce the identity of the other party based on his spiritual knowledge.

  That was a mortal monk, and his realm probably fluctuated up and down in the third rank of the wasteland. The breath is similar to that on the sheepskin scroll, and it can basically confirm the identity of the other party.

   "Because I stole the Black Stone, I hid here for a thousand years, even turned into a plume of ashes, unwilling to escape?" Ye Tian made a preliminary summary, then shook his head and left here.

  According to the sheepskin scroll, it is very likely that there is no body in Chengjian's tombstone. In other words, Cheng Jian is very likely not dead.

  The locations of the Black Stone and the Stele of Destiny are mentioned in the sheepskin scroll. The Chaos Stele has always been a lie.

  Ye Tian is still skeptical. Nothing can be trusted.

  In front of this ancestral hall, there is a thatched house. Remembering the words of the sheepskin scroll, Ye Tian walked in without hesitation.

  This is a very simple thatched house, the bed is made of thatch, and there is no qualified wooden board. I couldn't afford the futon, so I used thatch to form a weird meditation floor.

   Ye Tian always felt that the thing would fall apart at any time. From the front of the futon, there is an extremely simple table.

  It can be seen that there has been no one to deal with the table for a long time. Not to mention that the gnawed ugly, the thick bark alone can prove something.

  There is not much space to search in this house. Ye Tian's eyes were first placed on the bed.

  After all, it is the largest piece of furniture among thatched houses.

  Waving his hand, the magic embers precipitated from Ye Tian's body, and gradually swept the thatched bed. Soon, the thatch disappeared.

  Unfortunately, there is no trace of Blackstone in this.

  Black Stone has no breath, and even though Ye Tian exudes divine consciousness, he has found nothing. There is no other way but to continue to inspect one by one.

   Ye Tian set his eyes on the ground. Thatch and weeds grow on the ground, making it an excellent hiding place.

  The magic embers are ready to emerge, once again eroding all the weeds. It's a pity that the bare ground is exposed, and there is no so-called secret road at all.

  "Is it a futon?" Ye Tian's gaze was finally placed on the futon. Except for this, there are only tables.

   But compared to a table, the probability of a futon is much higher. A burst of demonic embers swept across, and a black stone really fell on the ground.

The arc of    fan-shaped, it shows its identity. Ye Tian accepted it and left the thatched cottage.

  As everyone knows, under the table in the thatched house, there is a group of thatch close to the bottom of the table, gradually gathering together.

   Right now, Ye Tian was only short of the last black stone. And around this ancestral hall, there was only the last boundary left.

  That is a room similar to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. After Ye Tian walked in, he saw that the inside was full of books.

  Miraculous Shui Dong Yin Fa, Meteor Sword Formation, Golden Light God Eye Jue, and so on, have everything you need. Ye Tian picked up a book and wanted to read it, but found that there were no fonts inside.

  Every book is like this, it is a wordless book.

  It is really difficult to search for a black stone in the huge Buddhist scripture pavilion.

  Ye Tian went to the counter earlier and checked the placement of the books. He wanted to try to find some tricks from it, and then combined with Blackstone’s typography...

  In this way, it may be possible to quickly locate the location of Blackstone.

  It's a pity that the typesetting of books has no rules, and without exception, all of them are magical techniques.

   is a bit weird. If the sect is influential, it would still make sense to get one or two divine arts as a high-level disciple of the inner sect.

  But the magic is displayed like a cabbage, and even the disciples with the lowest authority can access it. Such a thing is unheard of.

  Ye Tian uses the magic embers to make them fall in the Buddhist scripture pavilion. Soon, the bookshelves and books that got in the way were eroded.

  The specific structure of the entire Buddhist scripture pavilion was immediately exposed to the air.

  It's a pity that there is still no news from Blackstone. Ye Tian swept around, and suddenly saw a hole beside the counter. This hole was previously blocked by a bookshelf, making it impossible to find it.

  Now, it is exposed to the air. The entrance of the cave stretched inward, and Ye Tian didn't know where the final destination was.

  On the side of the cave entrance, there are blessings with runes. Obviously, this is a teleportation formation.

  In order to maintain the integrity of the formation, Ye Tian cautiously approached the formation. With the sound of torrents of water...

  The space where Ye Tian is located has changed.

  This is a pink space. The peach blossoms and cherry blossoms all over the place adorned the world into pink.

  Among them, there happened to be an orange cat that seemed harmless to humans and animals, with a black stone in its mouth, and a glance at Ye Tian.

  After that, the orange cat turned his head and left, without the slightest intention to look at Ye Tian.

  Ye Tian naturally chased him in a hurry. But the orange cat got into the woods, but disappeared. No matter whether it was the detection of the spiritual sense or the observation of the imprint, there was nothing.

  "Have hidden skills?" Ye Tian observed the route on the ground and said in a deep color.

  It is clear that there is a little damp mud here, and every step will be stamped on it.

  Suddenly, a low growl came from deep in the forest.

   Ye Tian walked by following the sound, but saw a huge lion-like creature in one corner.

  It has tentacles on its forehead, which is huge in size, and has a pair of white wings on its back. A king's breath radiates into the air.

   Skyhorn Dragon Wing Lion, one of the ancient beasts. At this time, the black stone is at the feet of the Dragon Winged Lion.

  If you want to take the Black Stone, you will inevitably have a fierce battle. But right now, the Skyhorn Dragon Wing Lion was just the cultivation base of the eighth rank in the Wasteland.

   Repeatedly the magic ember, suddenly fell from the sky, adsorbed on the body of the Dragon Winged Lion. Mo Jin kept absorbing the divinity in it, but Ye Tian did not receive any energy feedback.

  I saw the dragon-winged lion waving its wings, and the magic embers fell to the ground like an unowned thing.

  The shape has not yet arrived, but the breath has arrived.

   Ye Tian realized that there was a wind behind him suddenly, and it blew on his body severely. The powerful force made Ye Tian all fly upside down.

  "It's not the eighth-order of the wasteland..." Ye Tian calmed down, brushing the dust off his body, and constantly shuttled through the space.

The aura of    Town Immortal Sword suddenly rose, and a meaning of death filled the air. The Skyhorn Dragon Wing Lion still didn't have the slightest panic, and even wanted to resist Ye Tian's attack head-on.

  In an instant, the golden light of the Zhenxian sword radiated, and the sword crown shone bursts of red light. The red world occupies the perspective of the Skyhorn Dragon Wing Lion.

  The sky-horned dragon-winged lion just waved his palm lightly, and a big palm above the sky shook it fiercely, shaking the world three times.

   Ye Tian flickered, slashing and avoiding the big palm. The Zhenxian sword cut fragments in the air and suddenly inserted into the body of the Dragon Winged Lion.

  This sword shocked the body of the Skyhorn Dragon Winged Lion, and then its body shape became empty, and the Zhenxian Sword, which had been inserted straight into its body, was exposed to the air.

  The smell of blood permeated the air, but Ye Tian could not detect the opponent's location.

   "This world is somewhat restricted." Ye Tian shook his head and gave up using his spiritual knowledge to win.

  Here, his divine consciousness repeatedly went wrong. It wasn't that there was a lack of mental power, it was mainly because Ye Tian could always feel a certain kind of special existence when communicating with the divine sense, and cut it off.

  About two breaths of time passed, and the body shape of the Skyhorn Dragon Wing Lion reappeared.

   Ye Tian did not attack. He has seen many such low-level tricks.

  I saw Ye Tian turn around and cut out his sword. Just a few swords, and the ground changed color that day!

  This is not a few ordinary swords, but the ultimate sword of the pinnacle creation. The space has been cut, and all kinds of emptiness appear in the air.

  The real body of the Skyhorn Dragon Wing Lion appeared and fell swayingly. Its body was chopped into pieces by five swords, and its soul was also shattered in the air.

  The third black stone entered Ye Tian's pocket smoothly.

  Ye Tian scanned the space, and after confirming that there was nothing else to obtain, he walked straight towards the teleportation formation that had come.

   once again returned to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. At this time, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has changed a bit.

  The bookshelf was lifted by no one, and once again stood there, even the books were sorted one by one, and the dust still existed.

  As if no one has ever set foot here.

   Ye Tian left here clearly, how could he not know all the conditions?

  Spiritual consciousness spread, still nothing. There is no living body around.

  But at this moment, a cold arm was placed behind Ye Tian's back, and the touch was clearly a dead man's hand.

   "Is it wrong?" Ye Tian freely turned around and glanced at the woman.

  This woman is about seventeen or eighteen years old. She is blue all over, dressed in extremely simple costumes, and incidental, very faint marks of death.

  All signs indicate that this woman has been dead for a long time.

  "What's the matter?" Ye Tian said. The reason why the unjust souls can escape from the world is precisely because they are unwilling to enter the rebirth like this, and are finally expelled into the world.

  Even though Ye Tian didn't want to be entangled with all these things, this was a peak of no return, and there was still a lot of news he didn't know.

  If you can get some information from the mouth of the grievances, it is not a loss-making business.

  The woman stunned for a moment, and then slowly said, "I...I am Chengling, the administrator of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion."

   "You have been dead for a long time, but now you are just an injustice." Ye Tian saw that the woman's expression was wrong, and he said.

  Faced with such an injustice, Ye Tian didn’t have time to fight her wits and courage. Instead of letting her slowly find out that she was dead, she should take the initiative to inform.

Cheng Ling gave a wry smile, nodded in confusion, and said, "Yeah, I have been dead for a long time. Since then, you are the first to set foot in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion and walk out of the secret realm."

  "You died because of an unjustified debt. Only after you have resolved your unjust debt can you be relieved." Ye Tian said, implying that the other party should inform the grievance.

  However, Cheng Ling shook her head and said, "It's just a small matter. I clearly didn't care about it. Who knew... would stay in the world like this?"

Cheng Ling's voice gradually became a little frustrated, but she adjusted it quickly and said with a serious tone: "When Zi Cheng Sword was buried in the past, things became more and more weird."

   "In Wulai Peak, disciples are allowed to have Taoists. My husband is He Guan, which is also a preacher."

  Ye Tian thought for a moment. He Guan is basically locked, and that is the person who wrote the parchment scroll.

"Although He Guan only has a third-tier cultivation base in the Wasteland, he, as a mortal body, only took less than a year to achieve such an achievement. Even the Tianjiao in the Contrast Clan who possesses the Eucharist, is even worse. Nothing less."

   "That's why he was selected as a preacher. But on the day of the preaching, the head of the preacher suddenly fought. If it hadn't been for He Guan to escape quickly, he might have fallen on the spot."

   "He Guan fled all the way to Xianmen Pass, down from Bohe, and took refuge in Shenming Mansion for a while. Zongmen showed little kindness to him, so He Guan went very resolutely."

   "It's just that soon after, He Guan returned and found me again. He would come every day and night to inquire about some news, such as preaching time, rest time for the head and the like."

   "Later, He Guan completely disappeared. On Cheng Jian's tombstone, three black stones disappeared. At the same time, the head of the house became thinner and thinner, and soon died as well."

  Speaking of this, Cheng Ling's eyes dimmed.

   "I know, Heguan has a trick, but the soul can eat each other**. That spell needs to be arranged, and naturally you must know the time arrangement within the sect, so that it can be arranged."

   "Souls bite each other**, in the end it will only fall in pairs, without exception. Obviously, the head was cursed by He. Later, I also learned why the head would fight."

   "Because... they got the news from nowhere. He Guan knew the location of the stele of destiny. How could that be possible? He was only the third step of the wasteland. Seeing the stele of destiny, the probability of surviving was zero..."

When the words fell, Cheng Ling lowered her head and stopped talking.

   Ye Tian nodded slightly, basically knowing the cause and effect of the incident. However, there seems to be a gap in the middle.

Ye Tian hasn't figured out what is going on with Chengjian's side.

   "He Guan died like this, but you...Are you left in the world as an injustice for him?" Ye Tian asked.

Chengling nodded: "The reason why I knew the head of the move was because the suzerain came to arrest me and wanted to lay out information. No matter what I said, they didn't believe it, and eventually locked me in. In the iron slaves, they were thrown into the Pohe River."

  Iron slave is a weird instrument of torture in ancient times. Its volume needs to reproduce the human body, the material is extremely heavy, and it can lock the spiritual energy of the cultivator.

  Once you are in the sea, you will always lie underwater. The monks who surpassed the wasteland would not be drowned at all.

  In the end, he will only die in a dark, chest tight, and humid environment.

   Seeing Ye Tian frowned, Cheng Ling smiled lightly: "My heart is closed, and there is no grievance to be resolved. Someone knows my sadness."

  The words fell, a burst of black smoke drifted, and Chengling's soul also left the world.

  Now that the three black stones are in hand, Ye Tian wants to go to the ancestral hall to see what will happen.

  Walking out of the Buddhist scripture pavilion, the entire Wulai Peak is still lifeless, with no signs of vitality.

  Ye Tian kept an eye on it. After all, the previous youth has not yet appeared, and everything is unknown.

  In the ancestral hall, the chaos stele is still standing there, but what is surprising is the tomb on the side.

  Chengjian’s tomb was dug up, and the inside was empty, with nothing.

  Sure enough, as the ancestors said, there is no corpse in the tomb of Chengjian. Except for an empty coffin, it was mud.

  Ye Tian placed the black stones in the chaos stele one by one. In an instant, the entire ancestral hall began to darken.

  Turning his head to look, there was a gate in the ancestral hall for some time, and it was tightly closed, isolating the inside and outside.

  Three black stones are inlaid into circles, and they start to rotate continuously.

  "Chaos Stele, isn't it useless?" Ye Tian squinted slightly, staring at Black Stone.