Chapter 448 Volcano Ban

Ye Chunyang's words echoed in the night sky, and Yu Wanqing couldn't help but feel shocked. She clenched the black sword with a stern look on her face, and secretly activated her magic skills.

However, no one answered for a long time, as if Ye Chunyang was talking to himself.

But Yu Wanqing is not an ordinary person and has always been very vigilant. She knows that since Ye Chunyang said this, there must be something strange in this place.

Ye Chunyang's face flashed with a stern look, and he pressed the magic formula with his right hand. He saw two rainbows of light shooting out from his fingertips. Suddenly, cold and sharp lightning appeared in the night sky, pointing directly at a place shrouded in fog.

Yu Wanqing's expression was stern, and she suddenly drew her sword without saying a word, waiting for any changes.

At this moment, there was a sudden roar from where the two rainbows of light fell, like the sound of a magic weapon protecting them, and then a voice came from the dark night.

"My fellow Taoist has magical powers and can actually discover my whereabouts. However, fellow Taoist, please do not misunderstand me. I am just passing through this place and have no intention of offending you. I hope your fellow Taoist will not be surprised..."

There was a hint of fear in his words, and there was a faint sound of flying away when he spoke, which showed that the person was retreating while speaking.

But halfway through his words, he heard a scream of "ah" and his words stopped abruptly.

When Ye Chunyang heard this strange situation, a look of surprise appeared on his face. The magical power he just used was just a slight warning and was not enough to kill someone. How could the other party look like he was being attacked?

His heart sank, and he immediately flew to pursue it, when he saw a black shadow falling sharply in the night sky.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a corpse with a bloody hole in the forehead. Only skin and bones were left, and the brain, marrow, essence and blood had been drained.

Ye Chunyang's face changed slightly, and when he was about to take a closer look, he felt an unusual aura in his consciousness.

"who!"

Ye Chunyang gave a sharp shout and activated the Divine Refining Technique in an attempt to lock onto this aura, but the opponent flashed away like a ghost, leaving no trace in an instant.

There was a rustle behind her, and Yu Wanqing rushed over quickly. After seeing the mummified monk's body, her face was slightly moved.

Although she didn't know exactly what happened, Yu Wanqing naturally felt the strange movement just now, but she never expected that it would be like this in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Ye, is this person spying on us just now? If I read correctly, this should be a wound caused by the bloodthirsty technique in the devil's path. Who killed him?"

Looking at the shriveled corpse of the monk, Yu Wanqing couldn't help but take a breath and realized that this man died under some extremely vicious suction technique.

"It is true that this person was spying on us in the dark, but we don't know by whose hands he died."

Ye Chunyang shook his head with a gloomy expression. He was already extremely fast, but that person could still suck up the monk's essence, blood and brain marrow before he felt it, and could escape quickly. Who could have such ability? Cruel?

He looked at the corpse intently. The death condition was the same as that of the monks who seemed to be in the hands of ice and snow silkworms a few months ago, but it was obviously caused by man-made causes this time. From this look, the person who cast the spell was probably some sinister demon. They are evil cultivators, and their cultivation level is far above them.

What chilled Ye Chunyang's heart was that the person who really spied on them just now was probably not the person whose brains had been sucked dry, but the murderer behind it.

What is this person's purpose?

Why spy on them in secret?

And when he took a quick glance just now, Ye Chunyang felt that the breath seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere...

With all kinds of thoughts flashing through his mind, Ye Chunyang pondered for a while and then calmed down, saying, "How long is it until the Wanhuomen ruins?"

Yu Wanqing said: "We can arrive in three days."

Ye Chunyang nodded and said: "It is very likely that this evil cultivator went to the ruins of Wanhuomen to look for Wuling grass. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. We need to get on our way as soon as possible to prevent more masters from pursuing us."

Yu Wanqing did not dare to disobey. After hearing this, she rolled up her fragrant sleeves and used strong wind to extinguish the bonfire.

Ye Chunyang sensed it again, and his consciousness extended for several miles. After he found no trace of the mysterious man, the two of them flickered and fled away through the air.

For the next time, the two of them kept flying straight in the direction pointed by the seal. However, in the past few days, they also discovered that there were many obscure and powerful auras gathering nearby. There was no need to ask more questions about this situation. They came here for the Wuling grass in the ruins of Wanhuo Gate.

After being discovered, Ye Chunyang and Yu Wanqing kept a lower profile, trying not to attract attention, and no one noticed that they had the seal of Wanhuo Sect on their bodies.

This order can not only accurately point out the location of the Wanhuomen ruins, but the information left in it can also help them find Wulingcao faster. Such a magical weapon that can win naturally must be carefully hidden.

Of course, Yu Wanqing didn't know that there was a seal on Ye Chunyang's body. Along the way, she looked for opportunities to test Ye Chunyang many times about the Blood Transformation Sect's killing of Sang Ji.

Although Ye Chunyang didn't know why the other party was so concerned about this matter, he had mentioned it in a vague way as to whether he had obtained a treasure from Sang Yi, and had no intention of mentioning it more.

Naturally, he would not tell Yu Wanqing that after Sang Gui's death, he accidentally refined the Blood Transformation Sect's Zongzong Cultivation Technique "Blood Transformation Treasure Book". After this technique was combined with the God Refining Technique, he could make his The soul left the body and traveled for a day. How could he expose such secrets to others?

Under such mutual testing, the relationship between the two seemed a little subtle, somewhere between trust and distrust, but they had a tacit understanding along the way and no other abnormalities occurred.

At dusk three days later, the air in front suddenly became hot. Looking into the distance, a huge volcano was seen, blocking the gap between heaven and earth.

As far as the eye can see, there is a continuous volcano, the air is dense and twisted, there is no grass growing within a hundred miles, only the hot breath is coming from the ground.

However, Ye Chunyang and Yu Wanqing are both people with profound skills and Taoism, and they can resist this natural breath.

Yu Wanqing took out the seal and looked at it. The pointer on it hummed and stopped after a while.

She was delighted and said, "This is the place. The mountain in front should be Wanhuoshan Mountain, the mountain gate of Wanhuomen in ancient times."

Ye Chunyang naturally felt it too. He didn't say much, just released his consciousness to detect the surroundings.

According to the seal of Lingtian Realm, the stronger the sect, the stronger the restrictions. It may be difficult to get through this vast volcano.

At this moment, when his consciousness explored, he noticed that in a high-temperature and dense place deep in the mountains, an invisible restriction was slowly surging. I think it was the site of the mountain gate of Wanhuomen.

However, this restriction was born strangely, and it seemed to change endlessly. It wandered around the inside of the mountain, as if it was about to come out, but it was tightly guarded, making it impossible to lock its true location.

After a moment of silence, Ye Chunyang turned his head and said to Yu Wanqing: "Let's wait here for a few days."

"Why? Did Brother Ye discover something?" Yu Wanqing asked in confusion.

"The restrictions here are a bit abnormal. The real Wanhuoshan ruins are hidden in the mountain. No one can get through alone. Only by gathering many people to cast a spell together can the ruins be forced to appear."

Ye Chunyang told Yu Wanqing all the results of his exploration without hiding anything.

The volcano here looks ordinary, but it is actually covered by a layer of illusion array, and the gate of Wanhuoshan is hidden in the belly of the mountain by restrictions. Such a masterpiece is not something that one person can do alone.

Since the news that Wanhuomen has Wuling grass has spread, many masters have rushed here, and he has a set of flags to lift the ban in his hand. Since he came here, he felt that the flags and the volcano have a hidden echo. It is better to wait until they come and use the power of everyone to open the ban.

Of course, it is not appropriate to explain too much to Yu Wanqing about these things at the moment.

Hearing this, Yu Wanqing hesitated and said, "Brother Ye wants to use other people's hands to break the ban, and then enter the ruins together? But in this way, the competition will definitely increase a lot."

Ye Chunyang spread his hands and said helplessly, "There is no other way. I have just sensed that it is absolutely impossible to break the ban on the ruins with our strength alone. Let's make plans after other treasure-hunting monks arrive, and then act according to circumstances." Hearing him say this, Yu Wanqing's eyes flickered slightly, and finally sighed lightly and nodded in obedience.

After discussing for a while, the two continued to go deep into Wanhuoshan, and then found a secret place to sit quietly and watch from the other side.

It was soon night, but the breath of the volcano did not cool down, but became hotter and hotter. The closer to the inside of the mountain, the more so, and even faintly affected the true essence.

However, the two had their own means. After a little spell, they isolated the heat, and it was not a problem to stay here for a few days.

After the two stopped in the mountains, there were fluctuations from all over the place. Just after nightfall, three waves of people gathered one after another. All of them were masters of the mana stage. Among them, Ye Chunyang also found two masters of the middle mana stage. Seeing their aggressive appearance, it was obvious that they were determined to get the black spirit grass.

But the strange thing was that after these cultivators sensed it, their faces changed several times, and then everyone looked for a place to rest without saying a word.

Ye Chunyang saw all the actions of these people. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he found these old fox-like characters.

Obviously, they also discovered the weirdness in the mountain and wanted to wait for more people to arrive before taking action.

This was also a good thing for him. Although it would be troublesome if there were more people, Ye Chunyang was confident that he could handle it with his Taoism.

So he continued to wait patiently.

Taking this opportunity, he secretly explored Wanhuoshan Mountain. The ruins of Wanhuomen were hidden in the restrictions of the mountain. As long as the restrictions were lifted, the ruins would be revealed, but he didn't know where the Tianhuomu was.

In order to find this thing, he had been preparing for several years. This time, in addition to the Wuling grass, the Tianhuomu must also be obtained.

But now it seems that only after entering the ruins can we have a chance to explore it clearly.

Two days later, the number of cultivators on Wanhuoshan Mountain increased. I'm afraid there are no less than a hundred people. They are all eager to stare at the depths of the mountain, but no one took the lead. Everyone stopped outside and watched.

"Everyone, I think you have also explored the restrictions here. You have been waiting here for a long time, just for someone to take the initiative to lift the restrictions. However, in my opinion, the restrictions here are wandering around, and it is not possible for one person to lift it. Even if you wait here for ten or eight years, it will be in vain."

After an unknown period of time, someone finally couldn't hold back, and an old man flew out of the mountain first.