Chapter 771: Ancient Cultivator Relics

normal.Two people with vastly different appearances, but surprisingly similar temperaments.However, the connection between Qin Sang and his already forged avatar became more subtle.As long as Qin San...Qin Sang waved his hand to put the Flying Sky Asura away, then sacrificed the Ghost Banner, summoning a burst of Nine Nether Demon Fire to cover himself, forming a black fire shield.

He took two steps forward, the flames around him flickering slightly.

At this time, Qin Sang felt the demonic fire's aura. This aura was extremely violent and terrifying, but when it touched his fire shield, it immediately became gentle.

The essence of the Nine Nether Demon Fire showed no signs of agitation.

The fire barrier trembled, its breath being blocked outside. Though it could be easily broken through, it did not do so.

Although the Devil Fire has an extraordinary origin, it is ultimately an inanimate object. Upon encountering the Primordial Fire, it displays a sense of kinship. As long as one does not provoke it, it will not launch a hostile attack on Qin Sang.

Even under the protection of the fire shield, the impact on Yuanshen was unavoidable. With the Jade Buddha protecting him, this influence was negligible for Qin Sang.

"As expected, it's possible..."

Qin Sang's face lit up with joy, and he put the fat silkworm back in its cage.

As it approached the Netherfire, the purple mist vanished.

Even though the purple mist was powerful, it couldn't compare to the Nine Nether Demon Fire and was blocked outside. The fat silkworm finally had a rest after maintaining its poisonproof armor for so long. It returned to its cocoon and immediately fell asleep.

Qin Sang leaned sideways, pressed against the cliff face, and carefully moved forward, inch by inch.

Before your eyes is the black demonic fire.

He widened his eyes, his heart pounding with anxiety. He dared not breathe, fearing any unforeseen mishap.

At this point, if someone were to touch the Nine Nether Fire, even creating a slight ripple, they wouldn't even have a chance to escape, instantly turning into ashes.

The space occupied by the Nine Nether Demon Fire was not large, but Qin Sang felt it was incredibly long. He was drenched in cold sweat from his back.

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Finally, Qin Sang successfully passed through the blockade of demonic fire. His heart relaxed suddenly, and he gasped heavily. He glanced at the demonic fire with lingering fear before fixing his gaze on the space in front of him.

A grayish-white mist drifted everywhere. There was no wind, but it was bitterly cold, much like a graveyard.

I wonder how big this space is

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How many ghosts are lurking inside

Qin Sang pondered for a moment, not eager to leave the aura of the Nine Nether Demon Fire. In case there was a change, he could escape in time. He stood still, releasing the Flying Sky Yaksha and letting it go inside to investigate.

The night demon's body surged with corpse qi, silently blending into the ghostly mist.

Qin Sang's eyes narrowed slightly. Through the mark left on the Flying Sky Oni's soul by the Divine Soul Imprint, he drove it deep into the ghostly mist.

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Nine Nether Demon Fire, Ancient Transmission Formation, the same time of birth...

A string of coincidences, if someone said that the Qisha Dian and Ziwei Palace had no connection, Qin Sang wouldn't believe it a hundred times.

If this place were similar to a fairy graveyard, it wouldn't be surprising.

The Flying Headless Demon walked for a distance through the ghostly mist, but saw no graves or tombstones.

Qin Sang whispered to herself, “It seems it’s not an ancient tomb garden! There are no fairy tombs!”

His expression instantly relaxed.

The Land of Immortal Tombs in the Purple Micro Palace was a place that even Dongyang Bo and Chenyan dreaded. It housed a Ghost King whose power rivaled that of an ancestor of the Yuan Ying sect. If there were immortal tombs here too, Qin Sang would have to hesitate.

What's even stranger is that after so long, he didn't encounter a single ghost.

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"Huh"

Qin Sang's expression shifted slightly.

The flying night demon also stood still, twisting its neck and flickering with strange eyes, staring at the ground on the left.

A piece of bronze protruded from the earth, resembling a fragment of armor.

The bronze was covered in rust, most of it buried underground. It should be the armor of an ancient cultivator.

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The Flying Demon looked left and right, then immediately walked toward the armor.

It reached out a ghostly hand and lightly touched.

Unforeseen, the seemingly impenetrable armor was struck by the celestial demon, instantly shattering a piece of its plates into dust. Throughout eternity, worn down by time, it had completely decayed.

"Is the armor already rotten Would there still be remnants of souls If there were no remnants, how would this place of ghosts have formed"

Qin Sang whispered, her eyes filled with a hint of sadness.

This armor at first glance is not an ordinary item. The person who used it back then must have been a powerful ancient cultivator. Now the armor is buried deep underground, its power has vanished, and that ancient cultivator has disappeared without a trace, even their remains are nowhere to be found.

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Even such a powerful ancient cultivator could not achieve immortality, falling in this extremely hidden valley, unknown to the world.

Can the cultivators of this world truly step onto the path of immortals and shine with the sun and moon

The flying celestial ogre continued to walk forward, and saw another broken sword. It shattered at the touch, turning into smoke and dust.

Then, a skeleton appeared in sight.

This skeleton, whether severed at the waist in life or damaged after death, remains only the upper half.

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Qin Sang was jolted, finally seeing something unusual. He immediately ordered the Flying Heavenly Yaksha to investigate.

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The flying demon approached silently, its eyes moving as it sized up the skeleton.

It paused for a moment, then bent down and touched it with its hand.

At that moment, a ghastly white light flashed suddenly from the skeleton. Immediately after, an illusory shadow shot out, pouncing on the flying night demon amidst screams.

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Suddenly struck by a ghostly shriek, the flying night demon merely flickered its eyes and shifted its figure, instantly retreating several feet.

That ghost was mindless, relentless, and its cries were filled with extreme hatred. It was a vengeful spirit that only wanted to tear the night demon apart.

"Whoosh!"

A ghostly hand appeared out of nowhere, directly inserting itself into the ghost's body. With a gentle stir, a surge of corpse aura erupted.

The ghost suddenly froze, let out a scream and was torn to shreds by the ghostly claws.

"It's scary-looking, but not very strong. It's probably about the same level as a Qi Condensation period cultivator. There are many cultivators who died in this Immortal Tomb, and the more cultivators who die, the more primordial spirits it devours, making the ghost creature stronger and more terrifying. In the end, it cultivated a Ghost King. Since no cultivators have come here before, there probably won't be any very strong ghosts…"

Qin Sang sensed the strength of the resentful spirit and made an analysis.

The figure of the flying night demon flashed and returned to Bai Gu's side.

Now that I touched the skeleton again, no vengeful spirits appeared.

Qin Sang, bold as brass, told the Flying Sky Yaksha to speed up its exploration.

The further you walked, the more armor and weapons there were on the ground. There were swords, spears, and halberds, all kinds imaginable. None of them had survived to this day. Even if they looked intact, a gentle touch would turn them into dust.

More and more there are skeletons.

Everywhere, white bones piled high in some places even forming a massive pile of bone that sends chills down your spine. It might have once been a battlefield.

Qin Sang let the flying yaksha select the isolated skeletons to continue probing. About half of them had vengeful spirits attached, all similar in strength and not particularly strong evil ghosts.

Even the flying demon startled a small pile of bones, flying out dozens of resentful souls, all with about the same strength.

All the vengeful spirits had completely lost their sanity, with only endless hatred and killing intent in their instincts.

“If all the ghosts here were like this vengeful spirit, it would be easy to handle, but these are not enough…”

Qin Sang spoke to himself, commanding the Flying Sky Asura to avoid the skeletons and walk straight to the deepest part of the space. He wanted to see how large this place was and how many skeletons were buried here.

Address:unately, since entering the Blood Mist Basin, they hadn't encountered any live monsters besides the flesh puppets within the Black Tower Formation. Even the flesh puppets themselves were mindless, sha...