My apprentice is a little weird?

Jiang Yan was also shocked.

This strong sense of déjà vu almost made him think that he was back in the demon palace underground in the Nether Dust Realm.

However, although the building before him was equally grand and ancient, it lacked that weirdness and evilness, and instead had a more dignified and majestic air, as if it had once been the residence of a god.

But the imprint from the glorious ancient times is exactly the same.

Just when he was feeling excited, two suppressed groans came from behind him.

Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu's pretty faces turned pale, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their chests. Even breathing became extremely difficult, and the magic power around them was almost stagnant.

The spirituality here is too strong, so strong that it has turned into a tangible poison, corroding their souls all the time.

Only Yin Li, although her body was also trembling slightly, her brows were much more relaxed than the other two. She just silently took another step closer to Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan came back to his senses, and the rhythm of Tao flowed spontaneously.

He did not make any hand gestures or chant any spells, but simply extended his thoughts calmly.

In an instant, with him as the center and within a hundred feet around him, those violent spirits that were almost turning into substance seemed to have met a king and instantly became docile.

The wind stopped, the dust settled, and the pressure that was enough to crush the soul disappeared.

An invisible field quietly unfolded, enveloping the three women and isolating them from all external intrusions.

This is one of the three magical powers he realized, "Mind and matter are one with the world"

Once a thought arises, everything in the world becomes an extension of the mind.

The pressure plummeted.

Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu breathed greedily, like drowning people returning to the surface, their faces full of relief at having survived a disaster.

Only then did they have time to look around carefully, and their eyes were instantly filled with shock and fear.

"This...how could there be such a place below our Qinglan Sect?"

Su Xiaoli's voice was trembling.

Ling Yu was speechless and just subconsciously grabbed Su Xiaoli's sleeve. The oppressive feeling brought to her by the ruins was far beyond anything she had ever seen in her life.

Yin Li remained silent, like a weightless shadow, following Jiang Yan closely, oblivious to the wonders around her.

Jiang Yan didn't answer them.

His heart sank slightly, and he began to think about sending them out and exploring on his own.

But the thought only flashed through my mind.

It’s different in the past.

He is already half a step away from becoming a true immortal. Although he has not experienced the immortal tribulation and has not yet left his mortal body, his strength has already changed dramatically.

Even if he encountered an ancient iron beast like the one in the Nether Dust Realm again, he could subdue it with just a flip of his hand. It would no longer be the one that relied on the power of the secret spell to run around madly on the brink of death.

If there is something that cannot be handled, sending the three women away is just a matter of drawing a space spell.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and stepped forward, following the increasingly clear light red blood line.

The crowd followed closely behind.

There are numerous palaces, each of which is huge. Even though they have collapsed severely, one can still see their former glorious layout. Dozens of relatively intact side halls guard and surround the center.

Jiang Yan took the three women and walked among the broken walls.

Broken stone plaques were scattered on the ground, engraved with strange patterns and a faint sense of Taoism.

Su Xiaoli took another curious look, and felt a sharp pain in her head, dizziness, and almost fell down.

"Don't look."

Jiang Yan's voice sounded in time to stop her.

He himself stared directly at the Dao rhyme on the plaques, his eyes deep, as if he could penetrate the ages and see the original form of the characters.

"ban……"

"net……"

"seal up……"

He muttered unconsciously, his voice was very soft, but with a strange rhythm.

"Senior, you...what are you talking about?"

Su Xiaoli asked in a low voice.

Jiang Yan suddenly came back to his senses, was silent for a moment, and then spoke softly.

"This is the text left by the immortals. It is the text formed by the ancient immortals who imprinted their own great way between heaven and earth. Each word is a law."

"Those below the level of True Immortals who lack a complete Dao can use this Dao rhyme to comprehend the Great Dao. If it is inconsistent with their own Dao, it will affect them. Only true Immortals can glimpse the full picture and remain unaffected."

After the words fell, Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu nodded in understanding.

The next moment, Su Xiaoli suddenly reacted, and a huge wave of shock rose in her heart.

Only true immortals can understand it?

That Senior Jiang...

What kind of existence did he bring back to Qinglan Sect?

Ling Yu was even more shocked. She looked at Jiang Yan's calm back, and an indescribable awe and expectation surged from the deepest part of her heart.

"Witch! Just wait! Wait till you die! With the senior here, you're dead!"

Jiang Yan was rapidly trying to figure out the meaning of these immortal seals.

Ban, purify, seal.

Combined with the layout of this palace complex with layers of guarding, the answer is obvious.

The palace here is not to protect the center, but to block the center. It is a huge cage, which is used to block and suppress a certain existence in the center.

"Cheer up, everyone."

He reminded her in a deep voice, and at the same time poured a bucket of cold water on Sister Bao who was so excited that she was about to roll around.

"Calm down, Sister Bao. The next thing might not be the treasure you want."

Everything was ready, Jiang Yan no longer hesitated and quickened his pace.

In just a moment, the light red blood line led them to the center of the palace ruins.

The scene before them made everyone stop again.

In the ruins, there was a small path cleared by humans, which was only wide enough for one person to pass through and meandered into the depths.

In the path, dense mist continued to overflow, and the spirituality that was almost condensed into substance was so thick that it was suffocating.

"Senior...senior..."

Su Xiaoli's voice was as soft as a mosquito's. She nervously grabbed Jiang Yan's sleeve, her eyes full of pleading.

"Let's...let's go back."

Jiang Yan gave them a choice.

"You can wait for me here, or you can leave on your own."

Ling Yu looked around, and the dead silence of the ruins made her feel a biting chill, but she hesitated for only a moment and then spoke with great determination.

"The younger generation follows the older generation."

After saying that, she added carefully.

"Will...will it affect the seniors?"

Jiang Yan shook his head calmly.

"will not."

After receiving a positive answer, Ling Yu turned to Su Xiaoli and gave her an encouraging look.

Su Xiaoli looked at the bottomless path, then looked at Jiang Yan's calm back, and fear and trust in her heart fought fiercely.

Finally, she gritted her teeth and nodded heavily.

Jiang Yan led the way, followed closely by Su Xiaoli, Ling Yu and Yin Li.

The Dao rhyme of the unity of mind and matter always shrouds everyone, like a lone boat, carrying them into this spiritual sea as thick as ink.

At first he was extremely narrow, but only then did he understand people.

After walking a few thousand steps, the view suddenly opened up.

A palace so magnificent that it cannot be described in words stands before us.

Carved beams and painted buildings, jade steps and golden tiles, every detail reveals the splendor and grandeur of the ancient times.

Misty milky white mist swirled outside the temple. Instead of dispersing, it condensed into clusters of jade-like crystals, suspended in the air and emitting a soft halo.

This hall was more intact than any other one Jiang Yan had seen before.

Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu were stunned again, their minds completely captured by this miraculous scene.

Jiang Yan was not distracted.

His eyes were fixed on the front, where the light red blood line was extending straight to the deepest part of the hall.

He walked forward.

Ling Yu was the first to react. He gently patted Su Xiaoli beside him, and the two of them hurriedly followed.

The scene in front of him was shrouded in mist, but when he followed Jiang Yan and stepped into the place guided by the blood line, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

There are no more clouds and fog, and everything is clear.

Those rich spiritual clouds were actually blocked by a thin film that was invisible to the naked eye. It was truly magical.

This time, Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu were not attracted by this strange sight.

All their minds were completely captured by the scene before them, and their souls seemed to be frozen.

Before my eyes, there are endless white jade columns.

The columns are smooth all over, with dragons and phoenixes carved on them, which are lifelike, as if they will break free from their restraints and fly out at any time.

Millions of years have not only failed to wear away its color, but have instead added unspeakable heaviness and majesty to it.

But these are not the point.

The key point is that on each white jade pillar, there is a person locked with a pitch-black chain.

They were men and women, young and old, and their clothes were different, as if they had been captured from different places all over the world.

The only thing in common was that each of their expressions was extremely distorted, a kind of extreme hideousness that went beyond pain.

It is not the numbness of a walking corpse, nor is it the tranquility of being on the verge of death.

Every one of them is alive.

Everyone's chest was still rising and falling slightly, and every pair of eyes was still open.

But inside, there is only pure, solidified, and eternal hideousness and despair.

There was a young man roaring silently at the void, there was an old woman with blood dripping from the corners of her eyes like rain, filling a pool of blood, and there was a child laughing maniacally with a mouth as big as a bowl.

This strange scene, like a biting cold, penetrates the pupils and pierces the heart.

Su Xiaoli and Ling Yu felt as if the blood in their bodies had frozen, and their teeth were chattering uncontrollably.

How many people are locked up in this jade pillar that seems to have no end?

Even Yin Li, whose emotions fluctuated very little, had her empty eyes filled with violent waves.

Jiang Yan's eyes were as cold as ice.

He looked inside along the blood line, his gaze passed through rows of jade pillars, and finally met a young man with a ferocious expression who was struggling constantly.

It was Shen Yanqiu.

Su Xiaoli also saw him, and covered her mouth tremblingly. A scream was stuck in her throat, and the cat ears on her head trembled violently with fear.

"Senior brother..."

Her voice broke.

"Why... did Senior Brother become like this?"

The cold aura around Jiang Yan instantly subsided, and a gentle Taoist aura flowed out, calming the panic in the hearts of the three women.

He looked at Su Xiaoli intently and spoke slowly.

"Besides him, do you know anyone else familiar?"

Su Xiaoli's mood calmed down a little, but the chill that penetrated deep into her bones could not be shaken off.

She mustered up all her courage and forced herself to look at each of the jade pillars.

The more I looked, the more horrified I became.

"Senior Brother Qingxuan...Senior Sister Zhang...Elder Qian..."

She saw all of her fellow disciples who had recently disappeared.

Then, she saw more familiar faces. They were all brothers and elders who had long ago “passed away” while on missions according to the sect’s records.

Finally, her eyes fell on some unfamiliar faces.

Although I have never seen it before, I have an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if I have seen it countless times in my dreams.

The more Su Xiaoli looked at him, the more something seemed wrong with him.

Her eyes began to become blurred, and the horror on her face slowly turned into a strange, obsessed realization.

Ling Yu noticed her abnormality and screamed to wake her up, but to no avail.

She could only look at Jiang Yan helplessly.

Jiang Yan's eyes narrowed slightly.

His mind and matter being one with the dust could not help Su Xiaoli recover here. You should know that his mind and matter being one with the dust was imagined to be as powerful as the golden words, and his words were as effective as the law. Within a hundred feet, he was equivalent to the Creator.

But it can't help Su Xiaoli recover her mood?

In an instant, Jiang Yan figured something out.

He looked at Yin Li.

Yin Li was staring blankly at Su Xiaoli, who looked like a madman, and then, as if out of some instinct, she slowly stretched out her hand.

In the palm of his hand, with the help of Jiang Yan's Dao rhyme, the colorful light rotated and finally returned to a pure white light.

The hand gently fell on Su Xiaoli's head.

Click.

A crisp, breaking sound came from the depths of the soul.

Countless tampered and squeezed memory scenes suddenly flashed before Su Xiaoli's eyes.

In those pictures, there are different teachers, different fellow disciples, and a completely unfamiliar past belonging to the "Qinglan Sect".

After the severe pain in her brain, Su Xiaoli was stunned for a few seconds.

When the pain eased, and when two completely different memories collided in her mind, she opened her mouth and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Ling Yu felt distressed, but he also knew that Jiang Yan would not harm her, so he could only helplessly hug the struggling Su Xiaoli and comfort her over and over again.

Jiang Yan looked at this scene seriously and thought to himself, as expected.

Su Xiaoli's memory and personality had indeed been tampered with.

In this case, many of the endless number of monks hanging here must be from Qinglan Sect.

Also.

The Qinglan Sect is blessed with beautiful natural beauty, abundant spiritual energy, and superior Taoism. It also has such heaven-defying things as the sect protection formation and the spiritual spring of heaven and earth.

Having taken advantage of the right time, place and people, and developing for hundreds of years, it turned out to be just a small sect.

The monks in the sect are united and friendly, but there are so few disciples.

After all these things, I finally got the answer here.

To have been capturing monsters for three hundred years in a row, and for a small sect like them, is truly incredible.

With Ling Yu's comfort, Su Xiaoli's screams gradually subsided, and her face was full of tears.

She was in a panic, at a loss, and kept muttering to herself.

"Run away..."

"Run away..."

Ling Yu asked subconsciously while feeling heartbroken.

"Why run?"

Su Xiaoli repeated and murmured her answer.

"he came……"

"He's coming..."

Before he finished speaking, a steady sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from the entrance of the hall.

Su Xiaoli's body suddenly stiffened and she shouted with all her strength.

"Run! The Master and the others are coming!"

"Haha, fellow Taoist, you come uninvited, you are not a good guest~"