Wanwan is not Wanwan: Who will spoil you after you are reborn?

After Ye Tianlan forced his way into the formation, what appeared before his eyes was a white haze with a visible range of no more than half a foot.

This situation is exactly the same as what I encountered at the Jokhang Temple.

Ye Tianlan pursed his lips tightly, and Qianchan Ling was already in his hand.

He injected spiritual power, then raised it lightly, and the thick fog surrounding his body dissipated visibly with the naked eye.

The thick fog had not yet dissipated, and the surroundings suddenly became pitch black.

Ye Tianlan was not in a hurry. He raised the Qianchan Ling in his hand again. The darkness disappeared instantly, and the ground under his feet suddenly turned into an ice field.

"Crack!"

The ice surface cracked where Ye Tianlan was, spreading rapidly, revealing the water surface under the ice in the blink of an eye.

As he was about to fall into the water, the Qianchan Ling in his hand danced again.

At the same time, the Lingxu Sword was summoned and floated in the air. Ye Tianlan had already flown up and landed steadily on the Lingxu Sword.

The scene below changed again. The endless ice field disappeared, replaced by a desert that stretched as far as the eye could see.

This is a bit disgusting!

Ye Tianlan's face darkened. He had been trapped in the desert for too long, so long that he developed an extreme disgust and resistance to similar environments.

He snorted coldly. If he couldn't do anything about the ancient desert, could he not do anything about the desert scene in the small maze?

"Snapped!"

In Ye Tianlan's hands, Qianchan Ling was actually used as a whip.

After a crisp sound of breaking through the air was heard, the desert scene disappeared, returning to its original appearance.

A long stone staircase winds up.

Ye Tianlan did not get off the Lingxu Sword, but flew directly up the stone steps on the sword.

At the same time, Gu Beichen and Xie Moxuan had already thought of a way to break through the obstacles and enter the formation.

The group slowly approached the clearing, but before they could take any formal action, the scene before them changed.

There was no flat open space there; it was clearly a huge rock standing tall.

Everyone looked at each other, their faces full of confusion.

Behind the boulder is a winding stone staircase that is so long that it seems as if there is no end in sight.

"He must be up there, let's go up and take a look!"

……

Ye Tianlan flew on his sword and soon reached the end of the stone steps.

"You came?"

A dry, low, old voice sounded, as if it was right in front of him, but also as if it came from the bottom of a distant valley.

Ye Tianlan controlled the Lingxu Sword and kept it floating steadily in the air, with a panoramic view of the scene below.

In the middle of the altar, the national teacher sat cross-legged.

There were seven burning bronze lamps placed in front of him. The position of each lamp was very special, clearly following the position of the Big Dipper.

The Imperial Master is in the middle, next to the bronze lamp representing the Tianquan Star.

There are ten pillars around the altar, with a person hanging on each of them.

The area below was full of people. They all had one thing in common: they were surrounded by black air and stood motionless.

It looks like it's still alive, but it looks more like it has been dead for a long time and has no breath at all.

Transparent shadows kept emerging from the people on the ground, and slowly walked towards the National Master under the pull of the black smoke, but they were all swallowed up by the vessel in front of him.

At the same time, a steady stream of black smoke overflowed from the vessel and was absorbed by the national master.

The imperial teacher's veil had long been lifted by Xiao Zhulong. There was nothing covering his head at this moment. His white hair and face full of crisscrossing wrinkles caught Ye Tianlan's eyes.

Is this the true face of the Japanese national teacher?

Ye Tianlan took a breath of cold air.

When Xiao Zhulong lifted the veil of the Imperial Master, he did see his face, but it was still dark and he couldn't see it clearly.

I didn’t expect it to be like this…