On nine platforms, there are nine monks standing!
These nine people, no women, are all male cultivators, and there are seven elders. The remaining two look like they are about forty years old, each with a gloomy look and murderous intent.
A more bloody smell, as they appeared, rushed into this sealed land.
But I saw that the nine platforms were almost dyed red, full of blood! What was even more amazing was that there were many souls floating on the nine platforms, and these souls were twisted one by one, making a stern sound.
The cultivation base of these nine people is even more weak, and there are five of them, and all of them are in the fourth decline of the heavens! There are two other people who have reached the Five Decline cultivation base, and there is also an old man whose appearance is very conspicuous, and his messy red hair is like blood, and there is a weak incense in his body!
But it's a half-powered man who is half-footed into the third step! But obviously this person can only do this step due to external factors. If there is no large amount of incense, he can't take the complete step. He stands there with a sense of majesty. Obviously he is in the ancient stars and is also an identity. Extremely noble people, will not easily show up in the world!
The last person is a middle-aged scribe. This person is holding a feather fan and squinting his eyes. There are bursts of light flashing in it. The cultivation base is only the third decline of the heavenly man, but he can occupy a seat among the nine people. There must be something extraordinary!
But this is not what shocked everyone the most, it was the platform under these nine people that really made everyone's eyes shrink!
Almost all the gravel platforms in the ancient cemetery are thousands of feet in size, but among the nine people underneath, there is one of them, which is two thousand feet in size, which has doubled its life!
This platform is owned by the old man who is half-footed into the third step!
"I haven't even reached the second-order tomb platform, I just want to covet the treasure of the burial ground..." The old man, who took the third step with his half foot, looked calm, and swept away from Wang Lin and the others.
Wang Lin's eyes were solemn, staring at the platform under the old man, without speaking, the cultivators around him were silent, obviously seeing the strength of the old man. Slowly gathering together, it was surprisingly headed by Wang Lin.
The old man's eyes were like a torch, and he immediately fell on Wang Lin. Not only him, but the cultivators on the other eight platforms also watched with murderous intent, and the gloomy feeling immediately permeated, as if a bloody battle was on the verge of breaking out.
At this moment, the middle-aged scribe, whose cultivation base was only the third decline of heaven and man, suddenly stepped forward and whispered a few words in the ear of the old man. The old man condensed his eyes, glanced at the earth, and then again. The gravel platform held on the back of the ancient god, then his eyes swept over Wang Lin and the others.
"You, come here!" The old man raised his right hand and pointed at a monk beside Wang Lin. This monk was one of the evils that had previously succeeded in robbing the platform. At this moment, he was pointed at by the opponent, but his complexion suddenly became pale.
He hesitated, but he didn't dare not to go out. He stepped silently, clasped his fist to the old man, and respectfully said: "The junior has seen Master Lingdong."
"Oh? You know the old man!" The old man's expression couldn't see the joy or anger.
"The name of Master Lingdong, in my old age, the younger generation naturally knows it." The monk said quickly.
"You go to break the seal on the back of this ancient god, if you can break 10%, I will keep you alive!" The Master Lingdong spoke slowly, but his words were full of meaning that could not be rejected.
The monk's complexion immediately changed, as if he was struggling. After a while, he nodded, took a deep breath and pinched his hands with both hands, his supernatural powers filled him, and he went straight to the gravel platform on the back of the ancient god below.
In a blink of an eye, the monk came outside the ancient god, looked at the platform filled with red mist several meters in front, looked for a long time, under his teeth, he pinched his right hand, and immediately there was an illusory shadow that turned towards the mist. Press it suddenly!
Suddenly, the shadow of the monk’s right hand immediately touched the mist, but at the moment of touching the mist, the mist seemed to roar, and in an instant, the mist suddenly stretched out, like a big mouth, At an unimaginable speed, he swallowed directly towards the monk.
Without any dodge power, the screams shocked the sky, the monk was immediately swallowed by the red mist, dragged into the mist, bursts of screams kept coming out, shocking!
"Sure enough, it is Dao Ling!! I don't know which grade it is!" The old man who stepped half of his foot into the third step had a flash of joy in his eyes, and he took a step forward and suddenly came directly there. Outside the mist, his right hand lifted up and suddenly patted towards the mist.
Just as the palm of his hand was about to fall, the roar inside the mist reappeared, and the mist rolled violently, turning into a huge shadow, blowing a lipstick mist crazy toward the old man!
The red mist was blown out and went straight to the old man. The speed was too fast. They met in a blink of an eye. The sound of the bang was shaking in this sealed land. The old man's complexion suddenly changed, and his body immediately retreated, and he withdrew dozens of times in a row. Zhang, then stopped.
"At least Rank Six!! Unfortunately, there are restrictions on it!"
"It's the ancient soul forbidden!" The middle-aged scribe who was the third declining person that day flashed his eyes and slowly spoke. Among the seven people around him, an old man in a green robe narrowed his eyes and seemed to see some clues in the same way.
"The ancient soul forbidden... The old man doesn't know much about the prohibition, how sure are you to break it?" The Master Lingdong stared at the red mist platform on the back of the ancient god, and said in a deep voice.
"This... Only 20% certain..." the middle-aged scribe hesitated and said.
"Twenty percent!" Master Lingdong frowned!
Wang Lin always watched this scene. In fact, when he came here before, he could faintly see the prohibition in the red mist. This prohibition is indeed the ancient soul prohibition, but it also contains other prohibitions. The technique is not simple for outsiders to break! He remained calm, watching how the nine people cracked it.
Just as the Master Ling Dong frowned and pondered, the old man in the green robe next to him took a few steps forward, clasped his fists towards Master Ling Dong, and said respectfully: "Master, this restriction is a little bit lower. You can break it with confidence, but after breaking it..." He didn't finish speaking, but looked up at Master Lingdong.
"If you can break it, apart from Dao Ling, if there are magic weapons in it, all of them belong to you and you will take most of the treasures from the cemetery here!" Master Ling Dong said in a deep voice.
The green-robed old man showed ecstasy in his eyes, and said with a smile: "The master can rest assured that he has learned the technique of restraint since he was a child. Even Daoist Xiao Jing can't compare to the old man!"
His eyes swept over the middle-aged scribe, and the scribe showed a gentle smile on his face, clasped his fist and said: "Senior Gao said that Xiao is still a post-scholar in terms of prohibition."
The green-robed old man laughed and said proudly: "The technique of prohibition is the origin of the formation method. The old man has studied it for nearly ten thousand years. This fog can be broken! And the prohibition in this mist is not an ancient soul prohibition at all. The old man has studied the technique of prohibition and has never heard of the name of the ancient soul forbidden!" He said, walking straight to the red mist. When he was about a few feet away, his eyes flickered, and his right hand pinched in front of him, and immediately there was a glow of prohibition.
In a blink of an eye, it turned into a huge rune. This rune was made up of prohibitions, and it was so shining. Seeing its momentum, it turned into a faintly confrontational momentum with the red mist!
At the moment it appeared, the roar in the red mist suddenly stopped, and the red mist seemed to be blowing in a violent wind, avoiding a little backwards.
The old man was even more proud, sipped his middle right hand and pointed forward, and the huge rune immediately went straight to the red mist.
"To the old man..." The green-robed old man yelled, and the rune slammed into the red mist, but at this moment, the old man's words hadn't finished yet, the red mist suddenly turned into a big mouth again quickly. Suddenly rushed out, swallowing the rune in one bite, and swallowing the whole body together with the green robe old man into the mist.
The unfinished words became a stern scream, echoing the world.
Master Lingdong seemed to have black air on his face, and he did not expect that the other party would go forward with confidence, and it would be such a result.
A light laugh came from a monk beside Wang Lin. In this laughter, it was the fat monk. His laughter immediately drew the gloomy look of Master Ling.
Wearing a robe, the plump monk hurried forward a few steps, walked out of Wang Lin, fisted towards Master Lingdong, with a smile on his face, and said with a fist, "Junior Xu Fu, I have seen Master. The person in the red mist. The ban, the junior is a little sure to break it, and the junior has nothing to do with these people, it just happened to be teleported together! The junior has another secret, I want to tell the senior to listen to, there is one of this group of cultivators, he is Virtual..."
"If you can break through the red mist, the Master will save your life, give you a magic weapon, and let you stay with you!" The Master Lingdong interrupted the fat monk's words. He was not interested in any secrets, and only wanted What you get is the Dao Ling in this mist!
"Master, don't worry, this red mist is forbidden to be observed for a long time. Although I am not completely sure, if the seniors cooperate, I still have 70% confidence to break it!" The fat monk was overjoyed when he heard the words, and turned his head and swept the king coldly. Lin glanced at the corner of his mouth with a sneer, turned and went straight to the red mist, stopped ten meters away, looked cautious, waved the abacus in his right hand, and the sound of pops continued to be heard. With a bang, the abacus shattered even more. , The beads flying inside suddenly turned into a forbidden vortex, and the fat monk took a deep breath and went straight to the mist.
"Death!" Wang Lin looked calm, sneered in his heart, his eyes swept over the scribe who was holding the feather fan among the other party's group, and he clearly saw that the corner of the opponent's mouth seemed to flash past with mockery.
"Even though this person has only three fading cultivation bases, but to be with these people, he must be a man of deep scheming and multi-mindedness! Maybe this person is also fighting this misty idea..." Wang Lin became a demon, no Amidst the emotions, there is a prohibition appearing under the feet...