Chapter 1427: Entrance of Burial Soul Mountain

Of course, only the cultivators of the Transcendent Deity stage dare to enter the southern passage.
No matter how powerful the Nascent Soul cultivator was, it was impossible to survive under the bombardment of the dense congenital clutches.
It was absolutely impossible for Shen Lang to choose this passage. In order to avoid encountering the old monsters in Nanlu, he could only choose to enter the western passage.
He walked through the woods according to the route of the map and reached the western periphery of Burying Soul Mountain.
The towering soul-burial mountain pierced into the sky, with no end in sight. The previous signs of the sky still did not disappear, and the dark clouds in the sky rolled, forming a huge vortex, obscuring the sky.
The whole mountain exudes a thick cloudy air, black air billowing, and it is creepy.
In particular, the entire Soul Burying Mountain was shrouded in a layer of gray glow, sealed by the ancient formation method, and the scene in the mountain could not be seen from the bottom of the mountain, which was very strange.
When Shen Lang carried Su Ruoxue on his back, when he stepped into this area, he felt that the world had changed color and the sky had also darkened.
The space cracks at the foot of the mountain and the number of innate clutches and divine lights are so many that it is difficult for the cultivators of the Yuan Ying period to move an inch.
From time to time, a few strands of silver light floated over, and Shen Lang dodged from left to right, avoiding strands of wafting congenital clutch light.
The silver light in the sky is so staggering, like catkins blowing in the gale, flying in disorder. There are also many light filaments on the ground.
This silver light thread looks harmless to humans and animals, but in fact it is extremely dangerous. As long as it touches the monk's body, it is almost like the sharpest flying knife magic weapon, which can instantly penetrate the body and cause the monk's body to collapse!
Even if the body protector's spiritual light is supported, it can't resist the silver light thread. The light thread of this innate clutch light is so sharp that it can easily shred ancient treasures!
It couldn't be contaminated with this silver light silk at all, so I had to dodge it.
Fortunately, most of the wandering silver light filaments are not fast, Shen Lang can completely avoid it, and he is relieved.
At the same time, he felt a move in his heart, thinking of the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella's ability to absorb and repel magical powers such as light beams. There are so many innate clutches and divine lights here that they can be used for testing.
Shen Lang took the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella from the storage ring, single-pointed his finger, and controlled the colorful umbrella to fly.
He is far from fully refining this treasure to the ability to be fully psychic, but he can use the small umbrella as a dispelling technique.
Shen Lang manipulated the small umbrella to open the canopy and flew towards the wafting strands of congenital clutches.
As soon as the canopy touched the silver light silk, the light silk was immediately bounced away. Shen Lang was overjoyed, the Hunyuan Pearl Umbrella was able to resist the light of innate separation and reunion.
Now he had a little bit of courage, holding the Hunyuan pearl umbrella above his head, carrying Su Ruoxue on his back and walking towards the entrance to the west.
At the same time, bury the soul at the foot of the mountain west of Shanxi.
Five Nanlu Yuan Yingqi, including Qing Yuan ancestor, have already arrived outside the passageway to the west.
Seeing the scene in front of me, everyone's faces were earthy.
Outside the cave with a diameter of seven or eight meters, there was a space crack about 100 meters long. This crack was shining white light, constantly twisting and changing, like a water snake.
In the center of the crack in the white space, a group of shocking huge cyclones is condensed, which is spinning at high speed, like a black hole, across a long distance, all have a great suction to the five people including Qing Yuan ancestor!
"This...this is different from the description on the map, how can there be such a big space crack outside the passage!" A bald old man saw the hideous and terrifying cyclone outside the cave, and couldn't help but gasp for cold.
Not only him, but the other monks including the ancestor Qingyuan also watched this scene in horror.
The entrance to the Soul Burying Mountain is all in front of you, but it is actually covered by such a large space crack. How can this tm get in?
The old ancestor of Qingyuan was a little ugly, gritted his teeth and said: "The entrance to the passage is undoubtedly here. Soul Burying Mountain is the center of the ancient battlefield. The space is shattered badly. This space crack should have formed later."
"This is a coincidence, where the spatial cracks are not well formed, but they are blocked outside the passageway."
"Yeah, such a big crack, I don't even want to go in."
The other four monks in the Nascent Soul Stage started complaining, and they finally went to the foot of the Soul Burying Mountain, only to find that the entrance to the passage could not be entered, which was really frustrated.
"Huh, it's just one passageway, why are you panicking?" Qingyuan ancestor snorted coldly, and then said: "According to the records in ancient books, Soul Burial Mountain has four entrances from east to west, north to south. As long as we travel along Take a small half circle at the foot of this mountain, and you can find other passage entrances. You have already arrived here. Are you afraid of this trouble?"
"it is good."
The four Yuan Yingqi monks sighed and nodded.
Just when the five people were preparing to act, a blue light suddenly burst out of the mountains and forests behind, flying towards this side at low altitude.
"what?"
The five turned around.
The figure in the escape light is the real Qingyang, covered in blood, looks very miserable, the broken arm is clearly visible, and it is black.
"Teacher... Junior brother?" The ancestor Qingyuan almost thought that there was a problem with his eyes.
The other four monks in the Yuanying stage also stood on the spot. True person Qingyang is the deputy leader of Nanlu, the late Yuan Ying great monk who is second only to the ancestor of Qing Yuan, how could he have fallen to this point, even his arms were scrapped.
The old face of Master Qingyang was extremely gloomy, he avoided the silver light floating in the air and came to the five people including the ancestor Qingyuan.
The ancestor Qingyuan widened his eyes, and after repeatedly confirming that the person who came was real Qingyang, he paled in horror: "Junior Brother, what did you do? Was it intercepted by the group of Zhang Daoling?"
Real Man Qingyang felt humiliated and gritted his teeth and said: "A word is hard to say!"
The ancestor Qingyuan knew that things were not going easy. Seeing the real man Qingyang had broken his arm, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and shortness of breath, he should have suffered extremely serious injuries. He immediately took out the top healing medicine from the storage ring and handed it to Qingyang real person.
After taking the pill, Master Qingyang took a deep breath, which explained the whole story.
Knowing that Nanlu had died of nine primordial cultivators, most of them were lost in the hands of Shen Lang and Su Ruoxue, and stormy waves were set off in everyone's hearts. It was unbelievable that the men and women had such terrifying strength.
"Junior Brother, what you are saying is true, the surname Shen and that Su Ruoxue have killed so many of the same people?" Old Ancestor Qingyuan asked with a grim expression.
"It's true, hateful, that kid is really cunning! I haven't kept him twice, but the virgin infant stage monk on my own side died, and the kid used the sun bow Shot off an arm! I can't swallow this breath, brother, I must catch this kid, smash the corpse into pieces, and pump his soul!" The face of the old man Qingyang was distorted, and under extreme anger, his mouth was sweet. , Spit out a big mouthful of blood.