A nose hell, the second floor.
Qin Feng passed through the gate of Abi, and there was a red world in front of him.
The sky, the earth, the mountains... everything is red as far as you can see, as if the whole world is burning.
Boom... Boom...
At the end of the world, scarlet lightning flashes constantly.
"It's strange that there is no soul fluctuation."
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Qin Feng explored for a long time with divine sense, even if the divine sense extended to the limit, he could not perceive any trace of soul aura.
In other words, in this second-level hell, there is probably no other soul.
Of course, it may also be that Qin Feng didn't notice it, after all, this Hell of Abi was too huge.
Qin Feng hid his breath and decided to explore around.
"Huh? There seems to be a faint breath, it should be in that direction."
After a few hours, Qin Feng finally felt a trace of soul fluctuation.
He searched all the way, and finally found a huge deep valley.
The crimson fire was spitting out from the deep valley, and the faint soul breath was passed from the deep valley.
"Go down and take a look."
Qin Feng cautiously entered the deep valley.
When he arrived in the deep valley, he was surprised to find that there was a huge altar cemetery at the bottom of the valley.
A lot of broken tombstones fell to the ground in all directions.
Qin Feng looked around, this kind of tombstone can't see the end at a glance, I'm afraid there are millions, tens of millions.
"Why is there such a huge altar cemetery in this Abi Hell?"
Qin Feng was surprised.
What surprised him even more was that this altar contained powerful real fire essence, like a natural fire furnace, baking all things.
"You... you... are not afraid of being burned..."
Suddenly, a faint voice came from the void.
Qin Feng's expression changed, and he followed the voice to look over.
I saw that on a dilapidated tombstone, there was a ray of remnant soul floating in the air, the image of a white-haired old man.
The old man's eyes widened and he looked at Qin Feng incredulously, astonished as a heavenly man.
"Why are you not afraid of being refined?"
He asked in horror.
Qin Feng walked over and looked at each other curiously, "Who are you?"
"I am from the Yan Clan."
The old man said bluntly.
"Yan people?"
Qin Feng's expression changed drastically.
He suddenly remembered that there had been a huge turmoil on the Continent of Saint Yan of the Yan Clan.
The wars of several empires lasted for a full thousand years, and finally this storm swept the entire Yan clan, known as the "Warring States Era".
"Are you from the Warring States Period?"
Qin Feng asked again.
"Do you know the Warring States Period? Are you also from the Yan Clan?"
The old man looked at Qin Feng in surprise.
"I have some origins with the Yan Clan. I was once the Ninth Prince of the Dragon Clan."
Qin Feng replied.
The Warring States Era is too far away from his era, it is impossible for this old man to know him, so he can't explain too much.
"It turns out to be the Ninth Prince of the Dragon Clan, who is disrespectful."
The old man bowed.
"Where is this? Why are you here?"
Qin Feng asked the doubt in his heart.
"Too many Yan people died in the Warring States Period. This is the place where the wronged souls of the Yan people are buried, the Warring States Cemetery of the Yan people.
"But I don't know when, a guy named'Jiuyou King' actually moved the Warring States Cemetery here."
The old man whispered.
"Move the Warring States Cemetery? Why is this?"
Qin Feng was surprised.
You know, moving such a huge cemetery from the human world is by no means an easy task.
The Jiuyou King has spent a lot of time, and it must have a major purpose.
"King Jiuyou is one of the overlords of Abi Hell. He has absorbed the hostility and resentment from us and practiced some insidious techniques."
The old man explained.
"It's possible."
Qin Feng nodded, which made sense.
"There are tens of millions of Yan Clan people buried here, resentment is soaring, and it was once a purgatory on earth. But today, there is no hostility, all of them have been sucked up by King Jiuyou.
The old man sighed slightly.
The support of their souls is relying on a resentment and hostility. Once these are gone, they will completely disappear.
If the hostility is drained, these grievances will disappear.
In this huge tomb, only a trace of the remnant soul of the old man was left in front of him.
"Nine Princes, can you save me out?"
The old man looked at Qin Feng with pleading eyes.
He has been suffering here for too long, but he still has a desire to survive, which shows that he is not an ordinary person.
"How difficult is this?"
Qin Feng nodded and smiled.
Immediately, he urged eight Buddhist temples to collect the remnant soul of the old man into it.
With the nourishment of the Eight Buddhas, this old man will be greatly recovered within a few days.
"Thanks to the Ninth Prince for helping me."
The old man repeated his thanks.
"Don't thank me, I also have some things, I want to ask you."
Qin Feng said bluntly.
"What the Nine Princes want to know, I must know everything."
The old man said again.
"What's your name?"
Qin Feng asked.
"The Nine Princes just call me'Gong Chen'."
The old man folded his hands and smiled.
"Have anyone from Wangxiangtai entered this second-level hell recently?"
Qin Feng asked again.
"I have been trapped in the cemetery, and little information is known from the outside world."
Gong Chen smiled bitterly.
"Never mind, you should rest in the Eight Buddhas for a while."
Qin Feng stopped asking more.
However, he did not leave the cemetery immediately.
"This Warring States cemetery is buried with tens of millions of Yan people, and it contains infinite real fire energy. Maybe it can extract some fire virtue."
Qin Feng whispered to himself.
Gu Lian once told him that if he wanted to become the body of fire morality, he could absorb the energy of fire morality between heaven and earth.
For example, a certain fire attribute dynasty can extract the energy of fire virtue.
The Yan Clan is the purest fire attribute, better than any dynasty world.
Qin Feng turned the sky amulet and began to sense the energy in the tomb.
Although King Jiuyou absorbed the Yan Clan people's grievances, he did not absorb the true fire essence, which left a glimmer of hope for Qin Feng.
"Sure enough, it contains the spirit of fire morality."
Qin Feng was extremely surprised.
Through some perception, in these huge real fire energy, there is about one ten thousandth of the fire virtue.
Although it was only one ten thousandth, it was also a huge resource for Qin Feng, who had just cultivated the body of fire morality.
"This is an opportunity that God gave me, and I can't waste it."
Qin Feng immediately sat on the floor, and began to refine the energy of fire and morality without distraction.
In the huge cemetery, billowing heat waves filled the cemetery, and the crimson fire light was constantly gathering towards Qin Feng.
As if a long whale was absorbing water, endless real fire essence penetrated into Qin Feng's body.
The undead blood lotus in Qin Feng's body has also become active because of the refinement of the aura of fire virtue.
This undead blood lotus is a source of the body of fire morality and the foundation of Qin Feng's cultivation of the body of fire morality.
Because of this, Qin Feng did not dare to destroy the undead blood lotus at will.
However, if he absorbs the aura of fire morality here, the body of fire morality will form a rudimentary form, and there is no need for undead blood lotus to cultivate. Previous chapter chapter list Next chapter Warm reminder: arrow keys left and right (← →) to scroll back and forth, up and down (↑ ↓) to scroll up and down, enter key: return to list.