Five Immortals Gate

Qingye's figure quietly sank deep into the ground. Soon he stood in a place underground. In front of him, there was a light ball emitting a faint crystal light.

There were already many cracks on the crystal light ball, as if it was about to break.

After Qingye's spiritual sense swept over, he did not see any movement, and suddenly a red light flashed in his eyes.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the crystal light ball suddenly turned into a star point and melted into the surrounding ground.

"It still has the power of the late stage of refining emptiness. No wonder it has not been discovered before!"

Qingye felt the crystal light ball composed of restrictions in front of him.

He could infer that if this restriction was not weakened, it must have the power of the Hades Emperor or even the Hades Emperor.

And he could never have thought that this restriction was not left after being weakened, but almost the power of someone's entire skill.

In the center of the broken crystal light, there was a transparent mosquito lying there. It was shivering and looking at the huddled ball under Qingye's pressure.

The other party did not dare to move. Such a strange-looking monster was shining like an ice sculpture. Qingye had never seen such a monster before.

But at this moment, his eyes only swept over the mosquito, and when he landed beside it, his eyes suddenly condensed.

There were many "Higanbana" lying there. Except for one with brighter colors, the rest had already turned into withered plants.

Many of the flowers and leaves were burnt yellow, and they all became broken leaves on the ground. It was not easy to tell the specific age.

As for the only remaining plant, Qingye immediately judged its age through the petals and the remaining leaf stems.

"Is this... a 'Higanbana' about one thousand or four hundred years old?"

After Qingye made a quick judgment, he immediately showed an interested look in his eyes.

It seems that this monster can hide here and breed all the time, which is because it relies on these "Higanbana" to continuously absorb the power from them.

Some of the withered "Higanbana" that can still be identified are at least seven or eight hundred years old in his opinion, all of which are rare and high-quality materials.

He doesn't know how this strange monster absorbs the power from the "Higanbana", but the symptoms of the remaining "Higanbana" are still very obvious, and the other party should not have completed the absorption.

Such an old "Higanbana" is very rare, and the crystal clear monster is also shocked by his pressure and cannot move.

Qingye naturally raised one hand and made a move towards the "Higanbana" that is more than a thousand years old. Such a long age is not common, and it can already refine elixirs of grade six or above.

The "Higanbana" immediately flew up and shot. In Qingye's cognition, since the "Higanbana" has been picked, there will naturally be no more problems.

This was also the consensus of all the Netherworld cultivators, so when the "Higanbana" flew in front of him, he stretched out his palm without hesitation and grasped the root of the flower.

He planned to take a closer look and then put it away, and consider which kind of elixir to use it to refine later...

But just when he grasped the "Higanbana", Qingye's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly wanted to throw away the "Higanbana".

But it was already unstoppable, and a strong pain came from his body that he couldn't bear. It was the pain of his life span being directly stripped away.

Qingye couldn't help but let out a suppressed cry of pain. At this moment, his life span was actually passing away at a terrifying speed, and he couldn't even keep it.

Qingye had picked the "Higanbana" himself in the past, so the moment he got this "Higanbana" just now, he knew what was going to happen.

But the severe pain from his body this time, in his memory, was many times more painful than the previous one, which made him have a splitting headache in an instant!

Normally, the severe pain when picking "Higanbana" is not something that a cultivator can endure with mental preparation.

Moreover, suddenly, the pain that penetrated the bone marrow was multiplied several times. Even with Qingye's heavenly cultivation, he stopped thinking in pain.

He immediately hunched over with a painful groan, and Qingye's breath fluctuated involuntarily.

The crystal-clear mosquito that was pinned there by his pressure suddenly burst into a sharp cry as if it was affected by his breath.

"Bang!"

Then the whole body of the monster, like an ice sculpture, exploded into a ball of ice mist, and the breath dissipated in an instant...

In a dense forest, Li Yan suddenly opened his eyes at a certain time.

He has been waiting here, constantly pondering the news about Luohun Mountain from Fanan and Chihan, and he is constantly weighing every step in his plan.

The most dangerous link among all the links here is to enter Fengdu Road or Huangquan Road.

Luohun Mountain is guarded by a Hades Emperor and two Hades Kings. Since Fengdu City is full of strong people and there are evil ghosts sent every moment, Fengdu Road is always open and almost never stops.

Ghosts in the eighteenth level of the Cultivation Prison can also enter Fengdu Road freely. On the contrary, there are not too many restrictions. As long as they verify their true identity, they can enter. But Li Yan definitely dare not sneak in.

Huangquan Road can be used only a few times a year, including borrowing ghosts with special identities such as Fanan and Chihan. He only has one chance a year to use it.

Not to mention the other ghosts, who would only be allowed to pass through once every ten or even several decades, or even longer. That was the Yellow Spring City strictly controlled by the God of Hell, and every time they went through, they had to be strictly checked.

The ghosts guarding the Yellow Spring Road had to obtain the permission of the Hades Emperor before they could be released. If there was any discrepancy, they would be immediately captured, or the Hades Realm ghosts in the belly of the mountain would be alarmed to take action.

And these were not the main difficulties. The Hades Emperor sitting there was mainly to strictly control the Yellow Spring Road. Every time the Hades Emperor took over, he would leave a spiritual mark at the entrance of the Yellow Spring Road.

In this way, even if he was practicing, he would know immediately if anyone entered without his permission, and this was the biggest difficulty in passing the Yellow Spring Road, and it was also the most dangerous time for Li Yan after he stepped into the Fallen Soul Mountain.

Li Yan had been waiting here for a day and a half. Although he was anxious and he was not sure whether the plan would succeed, he was still waiting patiently.

If it was Li Yan himself who wanted to escape from the Netherworld, he would not be anxious because of such a wait, and he could even make a more reliable plan.

But when he learned that Zhao Min and the others had already entered the unknown dangerous place, and that all the fusion realm cultivators in Huangquan City had left the city, Li Yan could not really calm down.

The place where Li Yan was now was thousands of miles away from Luohun Mountain, and there were many ghosts around here.

Li Yan could use this environment to avoid the detection of the Nether Emperor to the greatest extent. The distance of thousands of miles was simply a matter of breathing for him.

The moment Li Yan opened his eyes, there was only a breeze left in the original place. According to his calculations, it might only take three to four breaths at most.

Even in more serious cases, it might only take a little more than one breath.

This plan was the first time in Li Yan's life that he made a decision without certainty.

To lure the tiger away from the mountain, he used snow mosquitoes as a lure, and then used the "Higanbana" treated by the "Minglun River" as a trap...

In Li Yan's initial plan, he needed to truly understand the environment of Luohun Mountain before he could make the most successful action plan.

But he didn't dare to pretend to be a ghost and go to Luohun Mountain to investigate.

All the deductions were made after he repeatedly asked Fa Nan and Chi Han. He drew a map of Luohun Mountain in his mind and repeatedly pondered it in his heart!

He only had one chance, and he had to be able to enter there smoothly without having been there.

And there must be no mistakes in the route inside the mountain. The guarding Minghuang will wake up in a very short time...

In the foot of Luohun Mountain, there is a huge cave, which is full of ghosts.

All kinds of miserable crying and begging for mercy came out in the gloomy wind, sometimes high and sometimes low, making this place seem extremely cold and ruthless.

The various ghosts that made people shudder at the sight of them looked like a bustling market, but because of the reflection of the dark blue and red light, it could only be called a ghost market.

They all looked hideous, bloody, skinny, and moved slowly with shackles and shackles...

The evil ghosts standing in several rows were staring fiercely at the ghosts coming and going, and kept shouting loudly.

The cold chains in their hands slid in their hands like snakes from time to time, making a frightening "hualengling" cold sound.

At one end of these rows of evil ghosts, near the rock wall, there were two gray whirlpools five hundred feet apart, and there was a team of evil ghosts guarding each whirlpool.

And in one of the gray whirlpools, like dumplings in boiling water, one after another dishevelled figures would emerge from time to time.

There were corpse ghosts who were either in a daze and had faces as pale as the ground, or ghosts with disheveled hair, or hanged ghosts, or even resentful ghosts and souls with steel needles stuck all over their bodies and blood constantly gushing out.

In the wide cave, there were also other ghosts of all kinds, lining up to walk towards it, and some of them were clearly intelligent.

When they reached the gray vortex, they often jumped in by themselves, bringing a small piece of gray mist to surge!

There were also some ghosts who walked stiffly and had wooden faces, and they would be locked up by the evil ghosts with iron chains, and then thrown directly into the gray vortex with a shake...

The scene in sharp contrast was the gray vortex on the other side.

Except for a group of evil ghosts who had been standing there, there was no ghost emerging from the gray vortex, and no ghosts lined up to enter that vortex.

That group of evil ghosts stood there faithfully, like a group of dead things, guarding the vortex at all times.