Inside the Nether Castle, it was dark and terrifying.
Suddenly, on the stone pillars on both sides, flames ignited instantly, one after another, towards the depths of the castle.
These flames, Biyouyou, are not common flames, but underworld fires. Swaying gently, like a ghost, silently.
Netherfire gradually ignited, as if guiding the two of them in the direction. Di Jing and the old man Tianyan walked along the flames, deep into the Nether Castle, and finally came under a row of tall stone steps.
On it, there was a huge seat, and Di Jing found out that the seat was piled up with bones through the dim fire. The entire seat exudes a horrible atmosphere.
I don't know how many bones and skulls are used in the seat, but there is a strange force entangled in it, making the entire seat look like alive.
"Those skulls are all skulls of powerful people above the Divine Palace realm!"
The sound transmission of the old man Tianyan shocked Di Jing!
It was just a seat, and it was all caused by the bones of strong men above the divine palace. Such a huge seat is made up of densely packed skulls, at least thousands of them.
So many powerhouses have all been turned into a seat. No wonder this seat has such power. It turns out that these skulls were all great masters before they were alive!
"Holy Lord of Ghost Desolation, I have brought Di Jing, please show up!"
The old man Tianyan looked around for a while, but did not find half a ghost, and finally said to the huge seat on the steps. The voice was deep, round and round, echoing in this strange and weird castle.
It's just that there is no other reaction besides the throbbing underworld. Elder Tianyan's words did not lead to anyone.
"This Nether Castle doesn't even have a ghost soldier?"
It was a big castle, but it was empty. Di Jing felt a little uncomprehending. To have such a huge family business, there should be hundreds of younger brothers under his hands, and there are even some warriors with profound cultivation and strength.
The old man Tianyan said: "Xuanyin Land is a strange land outside the world. The Nether Castle in it controls the entire Xuanyin Land. Few people know about this Nether Castle in the outside world, because this castle is from generation to generation. According to legend, there is only one person in each generation, so in this castle, there is only one person from the Ghost Desolate Lord, and no other subordinates."
Di Jing understands that this ghostly desolate holy lord guards such a huge family business, but he is just a lonely family member. Such a character is independent all year round, does not ask about world affairs, devotes himself to practice, and has no intention of letting his family business flourish and compete with other clan families.
Such a character, even if his cultivation base is behind him, no matter how strong he is, his reputation is not as good as that of a sect leader.
But it is often such a person who is the most terrifying. Because he devoted all his time and energy to cultivation, he was not bothered by fame and fortune, and his cultivation level and strength far surpassed others.
Such people have no relatives or friends, nor drags and scruples, and do things based on their own likes and dislikes, and will not be as reasonable as other sects and families. If it were to join the WTO, it would be very terrifying and could set off a bloody storm.
"I am Di Jing, I have arrived, why hasn't the Ghost Desolate Lord appeared yet?" Di Jing said loudly, standing in the gloomy hall.
The whole hall reverberated with his voice at this time, and it didn't stop for a long time.
Suddenly, a beam of light flew from the huge white bone seat, directly facing the old man Tianyan.
Elder Tianyan's eyes tightened, and he slammed his hand out, grabbing the light in his hand. Take a closer look, it is a small box, very simple, but the style of this small box is no different from this weird ghost castle.
"Elder Tianyan, if people bring them, they will be handed over to you. You can go now!"
Inside the huge castle, a voice rang faintly. The space is quiet and the atmosphere is weird.
The sound reverberated in every corner of the castle, and it was impossible to grasp where the sound came from. It was an old voice, which seemed a bit tired.
"Holy Lord of Ghost Desolation, you want me to bring Di Jing. He is just a little real-blood monk now. I don't know what you want him to do?" The old man Tianyan got the antidote to cure Grandma Miie. But he did not leave immediately.
He wanted to know, what exactly did the Holy Lord of Ghost Desolate do with Di Jinglai? Di Jing is the chosen descendant of the Nine Fingers God Camel. He has been refined to the extreme in the Huamai Realm. Now he has the Taixu Inverse Inflammation in his body, and he has also been refined to the extreme in the True Blood Realm. For such a prodigy, anyone has the same Heart of cherishment.
"I call him by name, it is naturally useful, this is not something you should know." The Ghost Desolate Holy Master still did not show up, but spoke in the dark. The dark fire in the castle, with his words, turned bright and dark, as if he was breathing.
"Di Jing is a disciple of Shenting Purple Mansion, the future lord of the sect, if you hurt his life, Shenting Purple Mansion will not give up!" The old man Tianyan moved out of Shenting Purple Mansion, intending to use the name of Shenting Purple Mansion to shock the opponent and let him Don't dare to mess around. The Supreme Elder Yun Lingzi of Shenting Zifu is the number one saint. Even if he meets the gods, he has a great deal of strength. If the gods do not come out, no one will dare to overly oppress Shenting Zifu.
"If you don't leave, don't blame me for doing it!"
The Ghost Desolate Lord did not pay attention to the threat of the old man Tianyan, and there was already some sullenness in his voice.
Elder Tianyan held the box in his hand, feeling heavy, and finally glanced at Di Jing and turned away.
This turn may be the end of a friendship for hundreds of years. In his life, he may be burdened with the sin of betraying his friends.
In the dim fire, the figure of the old Tianyan shining on the ground trembled, looking so sad...
Di Jing watched the old man Tianyan leave, and finally disappeared in the gloom outside the door, his heart fluctuating. He didn't blame the old man Tianyan, and moved from a different place. He might also do this. Fortunately, such a thing did not happen to him.
"Holy Lord of Ghost Desolation, you are threatening to let Senior Tianyan bring me here with the antidote. What is it for?" Di Jing faced the castle gate, back to the skeleton seat, and his heart was not disturbed.
"You are wrong, this is not a threat, but he came to me and asked me to have an antidote. I only offered a condition. As for whether he agreed or not, it is entirely his own." In the main hall, the voice of the Holy Lord of Ghost Desolation echoed around.
Di Jing disdainfully said: "The antidote is just a matter of effort, but you use it as a condition. It can be seen that your ghostly desolate Lord is not so admirable!"
"I am not a warrior, and I do not think of the common people. I practice alone and enlighten the Dao alone. I don't need others to admire and admire it. Keeping a name in history is what you big sect disciples think about. !" Ghost Desolate Holy Master said quietly.
Di Jing didn't think that the master of this dark place would have such thoughts, and said, "What is your name for me to come?"
"Can you dissolve the power of curse?"
Many people already know that Di Jing can resolve the power of curse, and many people in Middle-earth now regard him as a legend. There are many seniors with advanced cultivation levels who are willing to lower their stature and meet Di Jing.
"Xuanyindi is a strange land. Few people know that the Holy Lord of Ghost Desolation lives deep in the Netherworld Castle. How can he know this without asking about the world?" Di Jing did not answer directly, but wondered why the other party knew about the outside. News.
According to the old man Tianyan, Nether Castle has been a single pass since ancient times, except for the castle owner, there is not even a single subordinate. Such a person who lives in seclusion and is unknown to outsiders, but understands this, it is indeed a bit unintelligible.
"How do I know about the outside world, you don't need to know, just tell me, can you resolve the power of curse?" The Ghost Desolate Lord seemed unwilling to procrastinate, his tone became a bit tough, and even if it was A trace of pressure fell, causing Di Jing's body to sink.
This is a saint!
Di Jing is completely sure now that Di Jing is very familiar with such coercion and aura. He practiced with the two Supreme Elders in the Purple Mansion of Shenting, and he was very familiar with the power possessed by the saints.
"I can indeed dissolve the power of curse, but I can only solve it by myself, not by others!"
Facing the saint, Di Jing didn't have the least resistance, and could only answer truthfully.
"Only self-solve, can't he resolve it?" In the voice of Ghost Desolate Holy Master, it was obvious that he was a little disappointed. The trace of the saint's pressure on Di Jing's body immediately withdrew, "The way to dissolve the power of curse, Where did you learn from?"
"There is no professor, it's just a chance." Di Jing said, the matter of the sky pattern is the biggest secret in his body, and it cannot be said to outsiders. Moreover, this sky-opening pattern is not under his control at all, but is lurking in his body, and it operates on its own at the most critical moments of life to resolve the crisis.
He can now be sure that this ghostly desolate holy lord is mostly entangled with the power of curse, and only then can he find Di Jing to dissolve the power of curse. It's just that the pictures and texts of the sky are indeed not controlled by his mind and cannot be driven. It is impossible to dissolve this strange and mysterious power for others in any case.
"Beyond the ancient places of the Brahma Curse, all the major sects have seen that you have deliberately contaminated the power of the curse many times, but you dissolve it in an instant, leaving no trace. If it is a chance, it is absolutely impossible. , Must have mastered the power of resolving the curse!" The ghostly desolate master's tone increased a little, and he was obviously a little dissatisfied with Di Jing's refusal to tell the truth.
"Holy Lord of Ghost Desolation, I have said that I can only explain the power of cursing by myself, not others. If you are entangled by the power of cursing, it will be useless to find me. For the weirdness of others, I It is powerless." Di Jing said helplessly.
"Do you think I was entangled by the power of curse?" The ghost of the holy lord's voice floated in the hall, from left to right, as if moving at an extremely fast speed.
"Since it's not because of the power of curses, what are you looking for me for?" Di Jing became more and more surprised. The cultivation of a saint such as the Ghost Desolate Lord, who came to Di Jing, is undoubtedly because he can resolve the power of curses. . If it weren't for this, he really couldn't think of anything else worthy of the attention of such an expert in him
Just when he was very puzzled, the dark fire in the hall suddenly flew up, all converging towards the skeleton seat on the steps.
Amidst the whirring sounds, the underworld fires one after another, forming a huge underworld on the skeleton seat.
Underworld fire hung on the seat, slowly jumping, slowly turning into a human form in Di Jing's surprised eyes. Afterwards, Underworld Fire changed a little, converging the flame, and finally a figure appeared, slowly falling, and sitting on the skeleton chair.
Behind the chair, a few rays of light shone down, leaving him completely in the shadows and unable to see his face.