For other monks at the second level of the Pulse Condensation Realm, even if they reach the perfect level, it is still very difficult to lower their spiritual consciousness into their own sea of ​​consciousness.

Because under normal circumstances, the spiritual consciousness of monks in this realm is still too weak.

But Chu Yan is a different kind.

Hua Muyan also knew this, so she just let him observe by himself.

Chu Yan responded, closed his eyes, and mobilized his consciousness.

Soon, he saw three blood-red rings in the depths of his dark sea of ​​consciousness.

The difference from last time is that this time there are some golden fine lines on the three torus surfaces.

These fine lines were obviously made deliberately by someone. They are winding and densely packed, like tadpoles, but they appear orderly.

When people take a look at it, they feel that the law is strict.

Looking below the three bloody rings, Chu Yan saw a blood-stained steel gate, surrounded by a storm.

The biting wind made a rumbling sound and rubbed against the steel door, even causing large clusters of sparks to appear.

Chu Yan even had no doubt that if this strong wind really appeared in the world, just one blow would be enough to separate people's flesh and blood and turn them into white bones. Another blow would destroy even the skeleton into ashes.

This is the monsoon from hell.

There would never be such a terrifying thing in the consciousness of a normal person.

At this time, the Gate of Hell appeared in Chu Yan's sea of ​​consciousness. Although it was temporarily suppressed by the ban, it is simply unimaginable what kind of damage this Gate of Hell will cause once the ban fails.

Looking at the blood-stained steel door, Chu Yan couldn't help but frown.

When he was about to take a closer look, Hua Muyan's voice suddenly came to his ears again.

"Come back."

These three words were like drums in the evening and bells in the morning. In an instant, Chu Yan's heart calmed down and his eyes lit up.

After a sudden realization, he found that he had returned to the pavilion.

"Thank you, teacher, for stabilizing the restraint for me." Chu Yan stood up and saluted without hesitation.

When he just saw the three bloody rings with golden fine lines, he knew that those were the teacher's efforts to strengthen the restriction.

And if Hua Muyan hadn't woken him up in time, he might have actually sneaked closer to the gate of hell to take a look.

And once you get close to the gate of hell, you will inevitably face the hell monsoon that can crush people's bones and turn them into ashes.

At the thought, Chu Yan's heart skipped a beat.

Only then did he realize that the situation he had just been in was actually a bit dangerous.

"The monster's father, I have checked the restrictions set for you, and there are no problems. It seems that he still appreciates you." Hua Muyan said at this time.

"It should be the child who is grateful to me for taking care of it." Chu Yan said with a smile.

"Yes, but as a big demon, if he uses small means to deal with a monk of your level, it will indeed be detrimental to his own face."

Hua Muyan paused for a moment and continued: "You have already seen what happened just now. I helped you strengthen the ban, because the previous ban was already strong enough, so I can only be regarded as the icing on the cake.

If no major accidents occur, those three restrictions can last for about fifteen years.

But you have to be prepared. In the next fifteen years, every five years, the restrictions will disappear.

When all three paths disappear, it will be difficult to control the gate of hell."

Hua Muyan's words were a reminder to Chu Yan to be careful.

But Chu Yan heard a deeper meaning from his words.

"Teacher, what you mean is that within fifteen years, it will be difficult to find a way to permanently remove this gate of hell?" Chu Yan looked at Hua Muyan and asked.

Hua Muyan didn't answer immediately, but Chu Yan had already gotten the answer from the other person's expression.

Chu Yan was not disappointed or afraid. On the contrary, he was just a little surprised.

After a long time, Hua Muyan nodded and said: "If there are any side effects on the ghost path, the Blood Poison Sect is probably the correct path of the ghost path.

What Wang Shen set up for you may be a collection of wisdom and power from several generations of ghost monks, so relatively speaking, it is indeed a bit tricky."

After finishing these words, Hua Muyan changed the subject and said: "But don't worry, after I see you now, I will go back to the sect to find a way.

After so many years of accumulation, Broken Star Tower must have some countermeasures.

Not to mention anything else, what the Founding Patriarch learned back then was extremely majestic, and his handbooks and classics may have methods."

"Well, I'll bother you, teacher." Chu Yan nodded and responded.

"Fifteen years is not a short time, so you really don't have to worry. As long as the restriction is in place, your cultivation will not be affected."

Hua Muyan warned again.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something and said again: "By the way, did the Gate of Hell give you any abilities?"

"Yes." Chu Yan nodded, "After stimulating the body patterns, you can pull out the gate of hell. The gate of hell can swallow living things."

"Well, try to use it as little as possible." Hua Muyan pondered for a moment and said, "Although I am not sure yet, I always feel that this ability will affect the ban if used too much.

You stay in the imperial city these days and don't go out.

Before you go to the Ten Thousand Demons Burial Ground, I will see you again.

By then I think I should have been able to find a way to deal with it.”

"Well, thank you, teacher." Chu Yan said gratefully.

"You go back first. If you have any questions, you can ask Master Qin. During this period, she will stay in the imperial city and take charge of everything." Hua Muyan said, waving to Chu Yan.

After a while, white mist appeared all around again.

Chu Yan's vision was once again blocked.

After a few breaths, he returned to the outside of the hall.

The palace door was closed, as if it had never been pushed open by him.

After Chu Yan bowed to the main hall again, he turned around and left.

This time when he met Hua Muyan, the information he got was generally not too unexpected.

The gate to hell will be difficult to lift in the short term, and Chu Yan has already guessed.

After all, the Blood Poison Sect is the pinnacle that ghost monks can reach in the Yun Ao Kingdom.

If this pinnacle can't make the six major sects frown, then Ghost Dao is not worthy of the name that makes many monks change their minds after hearing it.

As for Hua Muyan asking Chu Yan to use the Gate of Hell as little as possible, Chu Yan didn't feel any regret.

He himself does not regard this ability as his super trump card.

Chu Yan would never have high hopes for an ability that could not be controlled and understood by himself.

Although this Gate of Hell has the ability to help him transcend large levels and kill enemies.

But that would not be appropriate for Chu Yan, who was plucking his hair.

If you can't get any benefit from killing a powerful enemy, what's the point?

Chu Yan admits that he is not the kind of protagonist known as "Long Aotian" in story novels. He has a violent personality and will kill everyone he meets.

Killing without any benefit seems so stupid.

Thinking about the conversation he had just finished with his teacher, Chu Yan walked towards the palace where Shen Qing was.
Chapter completed!