"This Qionglou Yuyu is just a portal, and this is the passage to enter the depths of Zishan..."
Ye Fan stepped forward, and not far away, he suddenly saw a line of writing on the purple stone wall.
"God King Jiang Taixu strayed into the Magic Mountain and decided to take a look!"
Ye Fan was quite shocked, a god king of the Eastern Desolation actually came here and walked in!
"His surname is Jiang, and he is probably from the Jiang family of the remote ancient family..."
These dozen or so words are powerful and contain a kind of dao state, which makes people feel that there is a breath of gods circulating, as if a god king stands in front of them.
"I'm afraid this is the Dacheng Eastern Desolation God King!" Ye Fan's heart was shaken, and he said to himself: "Otherwise, it would be impossible to forcibly break through the naturally formed divine map with absolute strength."
Ye Fan touched these handwritings with his hands, and felt that they were at least four thousand years ago.
He took a few steps forward, and saw another line of writing, engraved on it: Loose Cultivator Li Mu Tan Moshanliu.
Ye Fan was surprised. This line of stone inscriptions should be older. Looking at the dark traces, it must have existed for at least tens of thousands of years.
"This is definitely a powerful casual cultivator!"
Five steps away, there is a line of slender handwriting, like a lotus flower in water, fresh and refreshing, as if alive.
"Yao Chi Saintess Yang Yi seeks Zhang Lin and stays before entering the Demon Mountain."
Ye Fan was very surprised, even the saintesses of Yaochi had entered here.
"Zhang Lin... Isn't the first ancestor of the Zhang family called Zhang Lin?" Ye Fan was tongue-tied.
"Could it be the holy girl from Yaochi thousands of years ago?" Ye Fan sighed in his heart. The holy girl traveled all over the Northern Territory and finally disappeared. She didn't want to enter here.
"She has affection and righteousness for that Yuan Tianshi, it's a pity..." Ye Fan didn't know the ending of the god king Jiang Taixu and the casual cultivator Gu Tianshu, but the saint must have not walked out, otherwise she would not have disappeared, said : "You set up a tomb for Zhang Lin, who set up a tombstone for you?"
After walking forty or fifty steps forward, Ye Fan saw more than thirty lines of inscriptions in a row. Some names were very ancient and had disappeared in the Eastern Wasteland for tens of thousands of years.
Among them, the oldest line of inscriptions is even engraved with the date. After careful calculation, it is more than 70,000 years ago.
In the end, Ye Fan saw a line of handwriting that was not deeply engraved, obviously lacking skill and unable to compare with others.
"This kind of engraving will not be too far away..." Ye Fan glanced at it, and it was clearly written: Zhang Jiye, after Yuan Tianshi Zhang Lin, stayed before entering the Emperor Mountain.
Only he called this mountain Emperor Mountain, and the rest called it Magic Mountain.
"That's right, it's him!"
Ye Fan can be sure that it is Zhang Wuye's ancestor. This kind of trace is about a thousand years ago.
"His cultivation is really not deep, I hope he doesn't go too far, otherwise, I can only retreat."
Seeing that the handwriting left by these thirty or so people contained Dao rhyme, Ye Fan knew that this place was more terrifying than he imagined. He had an intuition that none of these strong men survived, and all fell inside.
"Over the endless years, a total of thirty-seven people have left engravings here..."
After careful comparison, Ye Fan believed that the person named Gu Tianshu from 70,000 years ago was the most powerful, followed by the god king Jiang Taixu from 4,000 years ago.
"The handwriting left by Gu Tianshu has been in the past 70,000 years, and there are still dao rhymes pervading. I really don't know how terrifying he is. He is stronger than the king of gods."
However, he was not so shocked, because the old lunatic was such a character, and he had killed the Dacheng God King alive, and what the Peacock King himself said, there should be no falsehood.
The third expert among them is Yang Yi, the Saintess of Yaochi, those handwritings seem to be alive, swaying like lotus flowers.
The weakest person is naturally Zhang Jiye, he is a source-seeker, others come in by strength, only he enters by Shiyi.
"Zhang Jiye, Brother Zhang, you must not go too far, we both came here by chance, let me find you quickly."
Ye Fan murmured in his heart that many strong people called this place the Magic Mountain, and he never returned, so he didn't think he could surpass them.
"The only thing that makes me feel at ease is that brother Zhang's cultivation is really not that good, and I just need to be stronger than him."
The purple cave has a complex terrain, it seems to be a natural cave, and it also looks like an ancient mine left over from the source vein of mining.
Inside the purple mountain, there is a misty flow of purple flowers, which is not so dim, giving people a hazy feeling.
Ye Fan stepped forward with one deep step, passed by several abandoned mines, and walked forward. For some reason, he felt more and more palpitations.
In the depths of Purple Mountain, there seemed to be a terrifying demonic force calling him, which made him irresistible, and he couldn't help but walk in one direction.
"How could this happen!" Ye Fan bit his lips, trying to wake himself up, and at the same time run the mysterious method recorded in the Taoist scriptures.
"What's in this purple mountain?" At this moment, Ye Fan's ancient sacred body showed its extraordinaryness. The green lotus in the body shook, and the three leaves were like three things that gave birth to all things, filled with mysterious brilliance, covering Ye Fan.
At the same time, Shi Yi also had a little bit of brilliance flowing, showing its spirituality, and the magical call suddenly weakened.
"It's over, that brother Zhang from thousands of years ago must have been summoned in. I think it's harder to find the "Book of Origin" than to go to the sky."
Ye Fan had a bad premonition, and strong uneasiness surged in his heart.
"Could it be that that kind of demonic power was emitted by creatures from before the ancient times?"
The purple cave has countless caves and is very irregular. Ye Fan almost lost his way. He gritted his teeth and continued to move forward for a certain distance.
He pinned his hopes on the fact that Zhang Jiye's strength was low and he couldn't go far.
At this moment, the green lotus in Ye Fan's sea of suffering, for some reason, automatically emerged and accompanied him, and the misty mist enveloped him.
"It seems that I have entered a place of great viciousness, my physique was stimulated, and there was such a reaction."
Not long after, Ye Fan found seven white bones in succession, all of which shone with the luster of jade, and looked like they were left by a peerless powerhouse.
Without exception, they all had the same cause of death, with clear finger holes on their skulls, killed with one blow, and their consciousness shattered.
"This is..." Ye Fan turned and left.
Over the endless years, a total of thirty-seven people came in one after another, and seven people died when they got here, and they were only on the periphery, it was too dangerous.
He came here to fight for chance, not for life.
"Zhang Jiye's cultivation base is low, why didn't he see his bones, the white bones with jade luster can't be him."
Suddenly, the magical summoning power became stronger again, and Ye Fan ran back quickly.
"Don't run away, you're safe for the time being..." The sudden voice sounded in Ye Fan's ears, shocking him.
"Who are you?"
That voice came from another direction, not the magical power deep in the Purple Mountain, it was very weak and seemed to die at any moment.
"Speak, who are you?" Ye Fan asked.
"God King... Jiang Taixu." The weak voice was inaudible and incoherent at all.
However, these five words were as deafening to Ye Fan's ears as thunder.
A great god king...he is still alive!