"There was once a great hero who wanted to do a great thing, but unfortunately he failed."
"But a person like him cannot be destroyed by heaven or buried by earth. He personally buried himself here...this initial place."
There was a reluctance in the old woman's tone, but Muchen's heart was not touched at all.
Grandma, I asked you to make your story short, but you shortened it too short, right?
Who is this hero? What did he do and fail? Why did he bury himself?
Muchen had ten thousand questions in his mind, but he was too embarrassed to speak them out.
"As for me..."
The old woman then talked about herself: "I am just an admirer of his. I didn't want others to desecrate his tomb, so I found some friends to build this secret place."
Muchen's eyes widened: "Did you build this place?"
Firebird gave him a punch: "Didn't you hear any friends helping? They must have been important people tens of thousands of years ago! I'm afraid they are all among the immortals now!"
The old woman smiled and waved her hand: "No, no, their relationship with heaven is not very good."
The firebird immediately closed its mouth.
"Then you also set up the three levels to enter the secret realm?" Muchen asked.
The old woman replied:
"It wasn't me, it was the hero who set it up. After he learned that I was going to guard his tomb, he didn't want anyone to disturb me, so he used the power of the Beginning Land to set up these three levels, which could stop the high-level monks.
Outside."
Muchen understood that this mirror level was intentionally aimed at high-level monks. The higher the level of cultivation, the more supernatural powers and techniques had been learned, the higher the upper limit of combat power, and the difficulty of passing the mirror level was greatly increased.
The old woman continued: "My friends were worried that I couldn't deal with the low-level monks who broke in, so they helped me create the Wusheng Order and placed some gadgets to guard the tomb, which I can use at ordinary times."
"But things have changed since this ghost cultivator appeared. I gradually couldn't suppress him. Fortunately, he can't walk through the Huangquan Road that connects the inner and outer areas, so he can only be trapped here."
Muchen quickly asked: "I wonder how long your Wusheng Order can suppress this ghost cultivator now?"
The old woman pointed at the mask of light and replied: "The Wusheng Order is suppressing it now, otherwise he would have invaded long ago. The Wusheng Order can prevent him from releasing his domain. Suppressing his cultivation a little, nothing else can be done.
, when this light barrier dissipates, even if he does not release the realm, even the Wusheng Order cannot stop him."
Muchen's brows furrowed, it seemed that he could not hope to deal with this ghost king's big killer weapon.
"puff!"
Gui Mochou also woke up at this moment, and spit out a mouthful of blood as soon as he got up.
"It looks like the situation is very bad."
Muchen looked at him and said.
Gui Mochou pushed himself up and stood up: "No, it's not very bad, it's extremely bad. I used up the last chance to use the field, and we are basically out of luck."
His face turned pale and his face was bitter, and he no longer had the calm expression he had before when the mountain collapsed.
Muchen and Huo Niao looked at each other. It could be said that they were in a desperate situation at this moment. Without Gui Mochou's domain, the ghost cultivator in the Hedao stage could kill them hundreds of times just by blowing his breath.
Muchen's mind was also running rapidly, and he came up with a bad idea: "Is it possible to talk to this ghost?"
But he soon vetoed it himself.
First, the strength is extremely unequal, and they are not qualified to talk.
Second, Muchen had heard of ghost cultivators before. Most ghost cultivators' desire for fresh life is like the desire of monsters for flesh and blood, which is difficult to suppress.
Muchen looked at the main hall in front of him and felt a little reluctant. This short distance of less than a hundred feet now seemed like a natural chasm.
The fire bird was anxious and shouted to Gui Mochou:
"Ancestor Blood Demon, aren't you a monk in the transformation stage? You have been plotting for thousands of years, is this the only backup plan?"
After Gui Mochou heard this, he smiled instead of getting angry, and his shoulders shook with laughter.
Muchen frowned: "Why are you laughing?"
Gui Mochou said: "I'm laughing at how I always make one wrong move! Destiny is like this, destiny is like this, hahaha! Destiny is always one step ahead of me!"
After he finished laughing, he said to the old woman: "I just hurt the fairy!"
The old woman sighed: "I have lived for so long, and I will die soon. The main reason is that he can enter this hall after obtaining the Wusheng Order. Once he enters the initial place and obtains the original power,
I’m afraid that life will be ruined.”
"And the cause of all this is also on me. If I hadn't been guarding the tomb here, there wouldn't be these three secret realms. Half of the monks who have passed through the passes and died in the past ten thousand years can be counted on me. You
There’s nothing to feel guilty about.”
Muchen was unwilling to give in, he clenched his fist and said: "The combined power of the Samadhi True Fire in Fire Bird and I cannot be underestimated. Is there really no way out?"
Gui Mochou shook his head: "The problem is, I can't even release my cultivation level at the God Transformation stage now. I suppressed my cultivation level with the Five Ghost Infant Locking Technique. Every time I use my magic power, the curse becomes deeper and deeper."
, the interval between each attack of the infant locking technique will become shorter and shorter, and it will occur in another twelve hours."
"The most important thing is that I have run out of gas and energy. The price of the next attack of the Infant Locking Technique is not to suppress my cultivation, but to die."
Firebird was a little surprised: "How long have you had this infant locking spell on you, and the power of the spell has accumulated to this extent?"
Gui Mochou said:
"It has been two hundred years. At that time, I was not in this skin. In order to enter the Emperor's Secret Realm, I tried every means. Finally, I planted the Five Ghosts Locking Infant Curse on my Nascent Soul and finally broke in.
But two hundred years ago, this ghost cultivator was only in the late stage of becoming a god."
"Today, I thought I was well prepared and had accumulated enough strength. I even invited Fairy Yan Wu to guard the tomb. I thought I was finally going to succeed, but this ghost cultivator has entered the Hedao stage... This time
It disrupted my plan."
Muchen could imagine how depressed Gui Mochou was. In order to obtain the power of the true source, he had no idea how much he had paid, how much pain he had endured, and how much effort he had expended, only to get this result.
He remembered that Gui Mochou said that he took the power of the true source in order to resurrect a person.
Muchen suddenly became curious, who is such a scheming and ruthless hero who is risking his life to avoid being resurrected?
While Muchen was thinking, the peripheral vision of his eyes glanced at the five blood-clothed monsters in the mask.
"What's going on with these five Nascent Souls?" Muchen asked.
Gui Mochou explained: "He is a monk with a special physique that I chose. He is my dead warrior. Although he is only in the Nascent Soul stage, he has learned a very powerful and overbearing forbidden technique. It can extend his life and enhance his cultivation and magical powers. For example, it can resist
The mask of the ghost cultivator can't last long, and their lifespan will be completely exhausted in six hours."