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Seeing this, the two of them hurriedly greeted Wang Lang and then introduced themselves.

"You are the sister that Ji Ting always talks about?"

Wang Lang looked at her with some curiosity. To be honest, although Jiang Jingmo and Jiang Ji Ting looked similar, their temperaments were different.

Jiang Jiting is as gentle as jade, and Jiang Jingmo is as sharp as a knife.

“It’s really rare that you’re almost reaching the Earth Spirit Realm at this age.” Wang Lang praised with a smile as he led them towards the fortress.

This place is some distance away from the fortress, and there is no specific protection nearby. There are just a few lights that can provide both illumination and guidance.

Jiang Jingmo turned his head to look at this strange land, but unconsciously thought of the hell described by later generations.

It was a gloomy and terrifying place, as if it was swallowed by endless darkness. The sky was filled with thick black fog, covering the sky and blocking the sun, without a trace of sunlight.

On the ground, the barren land was cracked and wisps of black smoke emerged from the cracks from time to time. The rotten trees twisted their branches, as if making desperate pleas to the sky.

In this dead land, countless fallen spirits were floating around. They looked like ghosts, erratic, and emitted billowing black smoke. The black smoke seemed to have life, constantly twisting and entangled, emitting a disgusting smell.

“Has this place always been like this?”

Jiang Jingmo couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, ever since that crack appeared, this place has become like this. No sunlight can get in at all."

Wang Lang pointed to the place where the black fog had sunk. That was where the fallen spirits were born and it almost spanned the entire land of fallen spirits.

"I heard from my senior brother that this crack was not originally this big, but it gradually grew larger and became what it is today."

"It can grow bigger?" Nan Xun exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, that's the scary thing. Once it grows bigger, more fallen souls will fall, which means more people will be sacrificed." Wang Lang sighed.

Such a heavy topic soon made several people silent. They also knew that the disciples of each sect had not reached the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

However, they simply thought that those powerful disciples were just going there to gain experience, but they never thought that there was such a place in the Xuantian Divine Realm.

"I heard from Master that the Pure Spirit Fortress was damaged yesterday. What's the situation?"

After a long time, Jiang Jiting broke the silence.

"Not very good, most of them were killed or injured. That night, a bunch of fallen spirits rushed into the fortress for no apparent reason. They infected a large number of injured disciples. Some seniors who didn't have time to wear protective beads were also unfortunately infected."

Wang Lang's expression became somewhat solemn.

"Most of the disciples in the fortress have been injured, but the number of fallen spirits seems to be increasing. I had no choice but to call you all here."

"How did the damage occur? Isn't there someone checking it regularly?"

Jiang Ji frowned when he heard this.

"Yes, that's what's strange. As soon as that person checked it, the thing was damaged. But now there's no way to hold him accountable, because the disciple who checked it that day is now dead."

Wang Lang smiled bitterly.

"When the first wave of fallen spirits rushed in, he was checking the nearby wall, and then he was directly infected and turned into a fallen spirit."

"So, this damage might be man-made?"

"I don't know. The elders from all the major sects are here now. They are investigating this matter."

As the two were talking, a majestic building gradually appeared in front of everyone.

It stands between heaven and earth, magnificent and extraordinary. The foundation stone is made of black blue stone, and the roof tiles are made of purple crystal jade, both of which are extremely hard materials in the world of cultivation.

The high wall was built thick and tall, with mysterious runes and spells engraved on it, and glowing light. They were obviously some defensive formations.

"We're almost there." Wang Lang turned around and said.

The few of them soon arrived near the Jingling Fortress, and a gate made of red copper blocked their way.

Several rays of light shone on them. Following the source of light, they saw two tall towers standing tall. Two cultivators guarding the towers were looking at them warily.

"Where did it come from?"

"Jiuxiao Sect."

Wang Lang stepped forward and took off the badge on his waist.

The cultivator above looked at it from a distance, nodded, and then opened the door for the few people.

Entering the hall of the fortress, there were wounded people everywhere, many of whom had lost limbs, but the injuries did not seem to be caused by fallen spirits, but more like knife wounds.

Only a small number of people had scratches and bite marks on their bodies, as if they had been attacked by some kind of spiritual beast, with large chunks of flesh and blood bitten off.

Wang Lang did not stay here, but took a few people straight into the room where Qin Qing was. Besides him, there were also leaders and disciples of other sects.

Master Yu Qian was sitting at the top, frowning and asking something as he looked at Li Ruoxue and her group who had rushed over, while Ye Qingnan was standing beside them, still with a deadpan look on his face.

"Master."

Jiang Jiting came in front of Qin Qing and bowed respectfully.

Qin Qing nodded and his eyes fell on Ke Su.

"Are you Ke Su?"

"Yes."

Ke Su raised his eyes and lifted a corner of his hat, revealing his white hair and the hairpin in his hair.

Qin Qing's breathing was slightly choked, and then he smiled.

"Good boy, your ancestor...the chieftain has already told me about the matter. This matter is very strange. Once it is resolved, I will help you take it out."

Ke Su nodded to show his understanding and let down the veil on his hat.

"I think Wang Lang has told you everything. If it weren't so serious, I wouldn't want you to take this risk."

Qin Qing sighed, his eyes full of fatigue.

"I shouldn't tell you about the Fallen Soul Land before you reach the Heavenly Soul Realm. But three days ago, the Fallen Souls entered the fortress, and many disciples from the major sects suffered heavy losses..."

"Especially, it's our Jiuxiao Sect."

His voice was somewhat dull. When he learned about the mass death of disciples in the sect, his black hair, which was already sparse, turned completely white.

"When the fallen spirits attacked, they stepped forward without hesitation, blocking the other disciples and protecting many of their fellow disciples. They are truly heroes."

Although Qin Qing should have been expressing pride, his expression was filled with sadness. He looked at the young faces of his disciples and for a moment he didn't know what to feel.

From the moment they stepped into the Land of Fallen Souls, it was like half of their bodies were buried in the soil.

He sent those inner disciples here a few years ago. At that time, they were full of vigor and vitality, possessed excellent talents and powerful strength.

They said at the time that they would stay here and prevent the fallen spirits from invading the Xuantian Divine Realm again, and they did not want their fellow junior brothers and sisters to come to this terrible place again.

Then, three days ago, they were buried here, without even their souls left.