Ye Yuanbo pointed to a lake and said slowly: "There is a special stone below, with some runes from ancient times engraved on it. We have tried to inject the dark power in the body into it, and it can be done.
Caused some changes, but it seems that our dark power is not pure enough and cannot open the magic circle."
Ye Yuanbo said, looking at Ling Feng, taking a deep breath and saying: "Ling Feng, nephew, now I can only look at you. If even you can't do it, we will have no choice but to go back home."
"Let's try it."
Ling Feng shrugged, broke through the water with a crash, and sank to the bottom of the lake.
Ye Yuanbo and several other masters from the Dark Witch Clan looked at each other, followed closely behind, and rushed down.
The lake is not too deep, and the people present are all accomplished masters in cultivation. The energy around their bodies circulates, forming a thin film, and they are not affected at all.
After a while, Ling Feng stood firmly on the mud at the bottom of the lake, and he saw a stone tablet in front of him that was covered with runes.
When he searched with infinite vision just now, he also found this stone tablet. He didn't recognize the runes on it, but he could only confirm it.
This is only a sealing technique. Once the seal on it is opened, Ling Feng doesn't know what will happen.
"Senior Ye, can you tell me something about the inheritance of the ancient dark witch clan that senior mentioned?"
Ling Feng glanced at Ye Yuanbo and had some bad premonitions in his heart.
For him, it is not difficult to open this seal, but it is a very strange thing in itself that something should be sealed by the Dark Witch God.
"Boy, what do you mean? Do you still want to inherit the inheritance of our clan?"
Changsun Xiang tolerated it for several days, finally found the opportunity, and immediately roared loudly.
Sure enough, even Ye Yuanbo's face became a little ugly, "Ling Feng's nephew, greed should have its limits."
"Senior, I have misunderstood. I have no interest in your inheritance. However, I can barely understand some of this inscription."
Ling Feng frowned and said in a deep voice: "This magic array at the bottom of the lake, to put it another way, should be a sealing array. In other words, there may be some terrible existence sealed inside. If the seal is opened, some terrible monster will be released inside.
, when the time comes, we may all be unable to deal with it.”
"It's ridiculous. Even the elders of our Dark Witch Clan don't recognize these symbols. You actually say you can understand them? It's sheer nonsense!"
Changsun Xiang sneered, "I think you are simply being alarmist. You want to scare us away first, and then sneak back and devour the treasures inside!"
"Crack!"
A crisp slap sounded, and Chang Sun Xiang was like a spinning top, spinning in place for more than ten times before falling to the ground.
But Ling Feng couldn't bear it anymore and slapped him away.
This guy has such a rich imagination. Why doesn't he go tell stories under the overpass?
"It's not over yet!"
Ling Feng's forehead darkened, and he said coldly: "Do you think I'm interested in the Dark Soul Palace? I don't want to talk about it, but I'll just leave if I don't!"
"You...you dare to hit me?"
Changsun Xiang was slapped by Ling Feng until his eyes were filled with stars and his teeth fell out. It took him a long time to get up. His eyes were fierce and he stared at Ling Feng and said viciously: "You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
"Enough!"
There was another slap in the face, and Ye Yuanbo also slapped him in the face, causing Zhang Sunxiang to spit out blood. This slap was really not light.
Sun Xiang's cheeks on both sides were swollen and were beaten into pig heads.
"Why……"
Ye Yuanbo sighed softly, glanced at the stone tablet, then glanced at Ling Feng, and then said: "My nephew is right, this is indeed a sealing formation, but the thing sealed inside is not a monster.
, My nephew, you can rest assured about this. The main purpose of our search this time is actually the remains of my ancestors of the Ye family."
"The remains of our ancestors..."
Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Yuanbo carefully. From the looks of it, he didn't seem to be lying.
However, there are several types of truth.
What appears to be true on the surface may have several layers of deep meaning hidden in it.
Perhaps they were indeed looking for the remains of their ancestors, but it was hard to say what other purpose they had.
"All right."
Ling Feng nodded. Seeing Ye Yuanbo's vow and determination on his face, Ling Feng also decided to take a gamble.
It is said that if a person dies or a bird looks up to the sky, he will not die for tens of millions of years. The way of martial arts is to defy nature and take one's life. If you are timid in everything you do, then you are still practicing martial arts.
Ling Feng took a deep breath and gently pressed his palm on the stone tablet covered with runes.
The sealing technique of the dark witch god is indeed mysterious. It is no wonder that the descendants of these dark witch clan cannot unlock it.
After about a moment, the originally calm and frozen lake seemed to be stirred by an invisible hand, and ripples spread out layer by layer. Not only did the ripples not weaken, but they intensified, gradually forming small waves, layer by layer.
Advance.
As if driven by strong winds, the waves grew larger and began to roar.
"Untied!"
Everyone looked happy and looked at Ling Feng.
"Haha, nephew Ling Feng, I really found the right person when I came to you!"
Ye Yuanbo was overjoyed, and Ye Wushang was also excited. They had tried many times before, but all failed. They didn't expect that Ling Feng would break the seal so quickly once he took action.
Crack!
Suddenly there was a thunder, a bolt from the blue, the white clouds dispersed, the sky was full of dark clouds, the blue sky seemed to be swallowed up by the night, darkness fell over the lake, thunder clouds and storms raged, and purple dragons appeared in the dark clouds, roaring wantonly.
The strong winds and storms hit the lake, creating turbulent waves and roaring sounds. It was as if the evil dragon hiding under the lake had awakened and roared into the sky, trying to break through the sky.
The huge water column, rotating counterclockwise, rushed straight into the sky from the lake surface, shattering the thick dark clouds, attracting purple thunder, and in an instant, it turned into a series of thunder arcs, filling the black water column.
Within the storm.
The lightning was fierce, the storm was coming, and on the edge of the water column, ripples as sharp as blades spiraled upwards. It looked very terrifying, cutting and crushing everything.
This is the power of heaven and earth, the power of nature. In the face of human power, even a saint feels that he is insignificant. Compared with the vast power, he is like an ant, and struggling is in vain.
"The Dark Soul Palace is open!"
Although the people at the bottom of the lake could not see the scene on the lake, a huge whirlpool also appeared under the bottom of the lake. From the whirlpool, a majestic and vast aura escaped, endless, as if it existed forever.
It's like destroying the world.
A slight feeling of palpitations filled my heart and lingered endlessly.