white head demon

"Did the little Sect Master Xu also encounter such a thing when he came here?"

"Is there any similarity between the 'demon' born in the body of the elder Shenshan and these people?"

"..."

All kinds of questions piled up in my mind, but it was difficult to clarify for a while.

And just when Fang Cun was thinking about how to change his words, and took out something from the mouth of the person here, he suddenly heard a faint gust of wind blowing on the other side of the small stone bridge, and the people at the other end of the stone bridge were immediately a little nervous Standing up, I saw two rows of white lanterns floating lightly on the other side of the small stone bridge, and a faint voice sounded from the middle of the lanterns:

"Shiqiaodu is destined to lead you into Shenyuan..."

"The time has come, everyone... please!"

Chapter 481

"Pretend to be a ghost..."

Seeing the strange situation on the other side of the small stone bridge, everyone present was a little nervous and hurriedly stood up.

Quite a few people had dignified, even slightly frightened expressions on their faces.

Fang Cun, on the other hand, took a look and sneered slightly.He also used a similar method. When he asked the little fox to pick up people, he liked to ask her to carry a white lantern.The reason is also very simple, that is, to create an oppressive sense of head start.After all, Qi refiners are well-informed, and they have seen a lot of ostentation with real money, and it is more effective to do something weird suddenly.

Seeing other people at this time, they are still a little hesitant and timid.

Even those few, who didn't seem to be here for the first time, were a little apprehensive at this time.

Fang Cun coughed lightly, came to the small stone bridge as if nothing had happened, and stepped on it slowly.

Behind him, those who had just obtained his permission and said they could follow him, all reacted when they saw the situation, and it was definitely not the first time they came here, or in other words, their identities were extremely high here. Yes, he hurriedly followed behind him, walking towards the small stone bridge step by step, and he couldn't tell whether he was feeling a little calmer or more nervous at this time.

Walking on the small stone bridge, Fang Cun has been sensing carefully, but found that there seems to be nothing special.

This is a small stone bridge.

And after passing the small stone bridge, I also found that those white lanterns were not floating in the air, but were held in the hands of some faint shadows. Those shadows could not tell whether they were real people or illusions, vaguely human-shaped, quietly He raised a lantern and waited.

And in the middle of the two rows of shadows carrying lanterns, facing the small stone bridge, one can feel an idea.

It is not clear whether it is a real person or a divine consciousness.

It just exists there quietly, watching these people passing the small stone bridge.

When passing the small stone bridge, it also seemed to realize that Fang Cun was here for the first time, and it was very courageous, so it looked at Fang Cun.

Fang Cun nodded slightly to him, and walked past with a smile.

And when this scene fell into the eyes of others, his heart faintly moved: "Could it be that this senior knows him?"

……

……

After crossing the small stone bridge, Fang Cun waited, and the people who followed him also gathered around him obediently.

Even the will behind the small stone bridge seems to have taken a closer look at this moment.

... Are you so popular?

Although they were somewhat nervous about crossing the small stone bridge, after seeing Fang Cun and others crossing the bridge, the rest of the people did not dare to neglect and walked across the small stone bridge in a panic, some even closed their eyes. The eyes came over, looking at that appearance, it seemed as if he was risking everything to pass through the execution field, and he looked at the square inch on one side, and he felt a little curious...

"Why do they look so scared?"

"Every step I take, I tremble with fear, as if I'm risking my life..."

"Why don't I feel that way?"

"..."

I was thinking about whether there was something left behind by me, but suddenly woke up.

"No, what I feel now is actually the same as them."

"They must have practiced certain skills, so they sensed that kind of call!"

"It's just that they are different from me. I shaped a demon body and sensed the call, all under my will. I can clearly distinguish the charm in that call, and I searched for it on purpose. Everything It was all well thought out.”

"However, when they were practicing that kind of exercise, they slowly fell into it."

"Perhaps to some extent, they can feel their own changes, but they can't resist the temptation. They are becoming another person, but their own will still exists... This is a bit like the elders of Shenshan. , but they are not as strong-willed as the elders of Shenshan, in order not to be taken away by the "demon" in their bodies, the elders of Shenshan are even willing to let themselves go crazy..."

"These people don't have that crazy will, so the changes in their bodies should be slow and unstoppable!"

"A demon has been born in their body and is devouring themselves, but they may not know it!"

"..."

The more he thought about it, the more Fang Cun felt that he had grasped the point.

"Now demons have been born in their bodies, but their own will still exists."

"One's own will, and that demon's will, are intertwined and intertwined, indistinguishable from chaos."

"So, at this time, they are all potential demon fetuses, so they are tempted by this will, but they think they are sober, and subconsciously feel that something is wrong, so they are all trembling and careful in everything... "

"What is this..."

Fang Cun's gaze swept over these people slightly, thinking to himself: "The devil seed? Or the devil fetus?"

……

……

When Fang Cun was thinking about these questions, everyone passed the stone bridge, and the two rows of lanterns slowly moved, being carried by those illusory shadows, they lined up in two rows, and then walked along the road opposite the small stone bridge. Path, slowly drifting forward.

Fang Cun was naturally the first to follow behind the lantern again, calmly and calmly, looking like a leader.

Even the will to lead at this end of the bridge was pushed aside by Fang Cun.

It seems that Fang Cun seems to be the master here.

The crowd followed the lantern and walked along the path for a long time. They bypassed a mountain, but they came to a deep valley. Looking inside, there was only a thick fog, and they couldn't see anything clearly, but those who carried the lanterns , but they all followed in without hesitation, and Fang Cun was the same, with both hands behind his back, he entered without hesitation, it looked like he was walking into his own garden.

But after passing through this fog, he immediately saw a big change in the foreground.

They actually came to a large hall located in the valley, and at a glance from below, they were all palaces.

Ordinary palaces are always built in higher positions, at least to be exposed to sunlight.

But the palaces here are located at the bottom of the valley, and they are all crowded together, giving them a strange and evil feeling.

……

……

"It's time to enter the palace..."

The indistinct will spoke quietly at this moment, and the voice seemed a little gloomy.

"This is your great fortune..."

"Once you enter the Devil's Abyss, you will be in the Heaven of Immortals and Devils..."

"When the true spirit is revealed, it will appear in the world in a fairy posture..."

"..."

He was talking leisurely, as if he still had a lot to say later.

But Fang Cun was already a little anxious at this time, and nodded slightly: "Okay."

While talking, he walked straight down.

When the people behind saw him, they hurriedly followed behind Fang Cun.

It made the will a little confused: "Is the quality of this batch of newcomers so high?"

Chapter 482 Mana Transfer

As soon as he got here, Fang Cun felt a certain throbbing.

It was a kind of magic skill for him to practice, and he felt faintly active and boiling. He could be sure that if he practiced that magic skill with his real body, then at this time, he would definitely feel a kind of excitement from the bottom of his heart. Joy, and... longing!

Looking back, the expressions of the people around him also proved this point.

However, Fang Cun felt more than this longing.

Just like in the depths of his soul, there is another thing that is waking up slightly, as if it couldn't wait to wake up, although Fang Cun sensed something was wrong and immediately suppressed it, but he still understood the reason for it.That is another thing he hid in his soul. When he was in Chaoge, it was passed down from the old devil, and it recorded the cultivation method of the Mozong Dao, the Yin-Yang Great Prison Sutra!

"It can actually induce the Yin-Yang Great Prison Sutra to give birth to a reaction, this place is indeed from the lineage of the Demon Sect..."

Fang Cunxin suddenly had the answer, and he was sure of one thing.

There is indeed a problem with the Yin-Yang Great Prison Sutra that the old devil passed on to him.

He must be hiding something in there.

If it is just a simple Yin-Yang Great Prison Sutra, it is just words and principles, and there will be no induction.

There must be some will, or something spiritual, that makes me feel this kind of awakening and joy.

"It's just right, I can use this incident to find out this thing..."

"..."

Fang Cun thought to himself, and walked down the path.

It can be seen that this path is facing the first tall palace in a valley.

The palace is black as a whole, and its material is unknown, but it can be felt that the whole palace is entwined with a cold and gloomy atmosphere, as if it was buried in an ice cave for a long time, and suddenly it was dug out. There is no feeling of dissipating the yin.

There are strands of black shadows floating around, looming, like guarding the side of the palace with a sword.

It looked like a soldier who had died but was unwilling to disperse.

Go straight to the gate of the palace, and the gate of the palace opens silently.

It looked as if someone inside was pulling the temple door open.

But at a glance, one can see that the hall is quiet, not even a ghost.

This gives people a feeling, as if the hall itself has a certain spirituality.

……

……

"Among the valleys, there seem to be at least 100 similar halls in the same shape..."

"What exactly is this?"

"In other words, back then when Dayou was destroyed, it was said that Daxia established the Dao, and the Immortal Emperor made his capital Chaoge..."

"That is to say, it turns out that Dayou's imperial capital has disappeared and was not inherited by Daxia..."

"Then, where did Dayou's imperial capital go?"

"Are these the ones?"

"... Is the little suzerain who guards the mountain sect in one of the halls now?"

"..."

In my heart, I quickly thought about what I had seen and heard along the way, trying to turn them into my own grasp as much as possible.

Then Fang Cun stepped over the threshold without hesitation and entered the hall.

As soon as I entered, I found that these halls are surprisingly large. From the outside, they seem a bit cramped, but from the inside, they are nearly a hundred feet wide. It can be seen at a glance that mustard seeds have already been used when the halls were built. the way...

And this method is also unique to the Dayou royal family.

Before that, Fang Cun made the eight-treasure gourd in Chaoge, which was praised by the world, because he reproduced this method.

And on the wall, there are portraits one after another.

Those portraits are not real, but can only be seen vaguely, one after another sitting cross-legged.

Feeling carefully, I didn't find that they were alive.

And Fang Cun stood in front of the wall, looking as if he was looking at the palace, but other people behind him followed in, and their movements were different, especially those who seemed to have come here for the first time, they came in front of the portrait , they subconsciously wanted to sit cross-legged, but because Fang Cun was still standing there, they were inexplicably nervous, so they hesitated and held back, just looking at Fang Cun.

Fang Cun sighed, and slowly sat down in front of a phantom in the middle.

The others breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly sat down.