Zhang Ling looked around but didn't find anything useful.
Then he went to the nearest palace, a palace built of black wood, but the gate was open, and it was pitch black inside.
He released his divine sense to explore it. It was empty, and finding no danger, he walked in.
Zhang Ling walked around the palace, only finding some huge bronze statues. Each one was terrifying.
There were quite a few, more than a dozen bronze statues, each three or four zhang tall, with strange appearances. The most ordinary one was a red-haired ghost with a blue face and fangs.
The other bronze statues had bull heads and human bodies holding steel forks, some had bird beaks and beast tails. Still others looked completely like monsters.
These bronze statues were arranged on both sides, guarding a human-shaped stone statue in the center. This stone statue was the smallest, about the height of a seven-foot-tall man, cast in the same proportion as a real person.
This was a man dressed like an emperor. He wore a crown and a black robe, but his face was covered with a bronze demon mask, making it impossible to see his face. His left hand was raised high, holding a jade seal carved from jade.
The jade seal was surrounded by evil ghosts, like a ghost seal, flashing with bursts of spiritual light. When divine sense swept over the jade seal, it was immediately bounced back.
It seems to be a treasure.
Then Zhang Ling used the object manipulation technique to try to pick it up. But this object seemed to be one with the stone statue and did not move at all. Then he strengthened his divine sense and spiritual power, but the ghost seal still did not move.
Seeing this, a flying sword flashed out and slashed at the arm of the stone statue without hesitation.
With a light clang, the flying sword struck the stone statue, and a gray light flashed on it, and it was immediately bounced away.
Zhang Ling frowned and tried a few more times, but it was still the same. Then he used his flying sword to strike the other bronze statues a few times, but he couldn't damage them at all. He didn't know what material they were made of.
These stone statues didn't look like ordinary things. Suddenly, he felt the ground tremble. Looking around, he saw a layer of faint spiritual light rising from the bronze statues.
"Not good."
Seeing this, he ran towards the palace gate without thinking, but he was still a step too slow. With a loud bang, an evil ghost statue three zhang high suddenly stood in front of him.
The bronze statue shone with light, emitting a layer of gray light curtain.
Zhang Ling's face was gloomy, and he urged his spiritual power, and the flying sword turned into a yellow light and slashed on the light curtain. It pierced a dent in it.
A black shadow flashed from behind, and the corpse bear's pair of sharp claws suddenly protruded, carrying gray-white corpse fire, and grabbed towards the dent in the light curtain.
Strange sounds of tearing and tearing sounded, and after a few breaths, his flying sword and corpse bear puppet were shaken back by the huge force from the light curtain.
Zhang Ling's heart sank.
Looking at the hall he was in, it was covered by a layer of gray light curtain.
Obviously, his previous actions had triggered the restriction here, and the gray light was emitted by the bronze statues, which now stood around the hall. Like guards.
Fortunately, this seems to be a trap formation, and there is no danger to life for the time being. But he also regretted his rash actions just now.
If it hadn't been for his greed seeing that the jade seal was a treasure, and attacking the stone statue, he would have triggered the restriction here.
Now that things have come to this, he can only think of other ways.
Zhang Ling tested the strength of the gray light everywhere, and what made him bitter was that it would be difficult to break the restriction here by brute force.
He gripped the iron sword talisman in his hand. Now, the most powerful attack in his hand is this sword talisman.
But he was not sure whether he could break the restriction here. Then he attacked the bronze statues for a while, but no matter whether he used magic weapons or spells, he could not damage these bronze statues.
Thus, Zhang Ling's face was extremely ugly. If the restriction could not be broken by brute force, then he could only find the corresponding formation eye. As long as the formation eye was destroyed, no matter what formation it was, it would be invalid.
Then he released his divine sense to search for the formation eye inch by inch in the hall.
……
While Zhang Ling was trapped in the restriction, a group of mysterious monks came to an open space in the underground rift valley.
This place was more than thirty zhang wide, with large and small stones all over the ground, and the four walls from time to time emitted some fluorescent light, making it dim and abnormal.
Footsteps came, and a young man holding a red umbrella led more than ten white-clothed people, carrying a bronze coffin to this place.
One of the old men immediately waved his sleeves at the open space, and suddenly a whirlwind rose out of thin air, instantly clearing the rubble on the ground.
On the ground was a high platform of more than ten zhang in size, which looked like an altar.
"Third Grand Uncle, this is the blood curse altar sensed by the ghost seal." The young man looked at the ghost seal emitting spiritual light in his hand and said with joy.
"It seems that we have not found the wrong place. Be careful, this is after all the secret place of the Ghost King Sect. Although the Ghost King Sect has already been destroyed, these ancient sects do not know how many methods they have,"
The old man in linen beside him said in a low voice, and then released his divine sense of the Golden Core stage and carefully checked the surroundings.
"Third Grand Uncle, what's the matter?" The young man looked at the old man's movements and couldn't help asking.
"No abnormalities were found, so let's start. I will protect you."
"Yes."
The young man held the ghost seal in one hand, and his figure flickered to the altar, and began to cast some kind of secret technique.
The ghost seal in his hand shone brightly, and soon turned blood red, and then shot out groups of evil ghost phantoms.
As soon as these evil ghosts appeared, they all disappeared into the altar, and suddenly a layer of yin wind rose around the altar.
At the same time, black array patterns also appeared on the altar.
A strange scene appeared.
The black array patterns continued to condense, like black snakes, flowing on the altar.
Seeing this, the old man in linen suddenly opened his mouth and snorted coldly: "It's your turn."
This person said such a sentence inexplicably, and the white-clothed people standing next to him without moving also made a move. Each of them flashed with spiritual light, and at first glance, they were all Foundation Establishment cultivation bases.
These people took the bells and walked into the altar, and then sat cross-legged. The bells in their hands floated in front of them, shaking rhythmically.
Ding Ling Ling… Ding Ling Ling!
The strange bell rang throughout this place, and then the black lines moving on the altar suddenly spread towards these people.
Instantly, one person was wrapped in black lines, and then with a muffled bang, the body exploded and turned into a blood mist. The black lines around it lit up with blood light, turning into thick blood lines.
Bang!
Another person turned into a blood mist. These people did not have the slightest fear of this. One person was expressionless, like a dead person.
Soon after, more than ten white-clothed people turned into blood mist one after another, and suddenly blood lines floated on the altar.
For a time, this place exuded a strong bloody smell.
"Nine Nether Souls, Yama Ghost Seal, Blood Sacrifice Burning Body, Eternal Fall to Ten Directions. Impermanent Ghost Path…" the young man whispered, and the ghost seal in his hand shot out mysterious underworld texts.
These mysterious characters flashed and turned into wisps of yin energy, entangled with those blood lines.
A black and blood-colored glow formed on the altar. Wherever the glow passed, the altar twisted for a while.
Ding Ling Ling!
The copper bells around suddenly shook rapidly. In the strange bell sound, the yin wind was阵阵. Ghost shadows were重重. Countless phantoms seemed to appear before his eyes.
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