In front of the hall was a huge light gate, but the light flashed above and there was no situation behind.

As for the side of the gate, there is a statue standing.

Seeing the statue's face, Qin Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

This statue is exactly the same as the statue in the illusion I felt in the white mist.

Is this another illusion, or is the appearance of the statue itself, which is the one of the Ruyi Immortal Lord?

But he really couldn't understand this situation.

Qin Cheng walked aside and planned to study it first and figure out the situation.

"Nie Fenglei, you kid is here too, come to me."

But at this moment, a gray-haired old man saw Nie Fenglei and waved to him.

"This is my master. Let's go over and ask about the situation first." Nie Fenglei said.

Qin Cheng nodded, and the three of them walked over.

Others ignored this and ignored it completely.

"The Third Master, these two are friends I made on the way. I was attacked by Xuan Lei Diao before, but fortunately they helped." Nie Fenglei introduced the two Qin Cheng and the others.

"You two friends have a lot of bloody smell. I'm afraid they are people of grass." The old man looked at Qin Cheng and the other two, especially the ghost mask, and frowned.

This grimace mask gives people a sense of fear that people should not enter without entering. It makes people be wary of it and stay away from it.

Therefore, the old man and the others were quite cold towards Qin Cheng.

"Master, in fact, both fellow Taoists are very good people. Let's not talk about these things, what's going on here?" Nie Fenglei didn't care about anything else and sat aside and asked.

"I was a little confused. This is not a powerful cemetery. Why are everyone sitting here? And what's going on?"

"Magic Cemetery? We haven't entered yet."

The old man smiled bitterly when he heard this, and pointed at the light gate and said, "Seeing that gate does not exist, we will only enter the powerful inner world when we enter that door. However, this gate can never be opened. More and more monks came in, and they were trapped here."

"Can't open it? There are so many of us who can't break a door." Nie Fenglei said in surprise.

"You can try it. Anyway, before I came, the Song family and the Chai family bombarded each other for several hours, but it turned out to be futile. I also heard that the statue had spoken at the beginning, probably meaning that as long as there were people, the door would open."

"A statue is a powerful man?" Nie Fenglei said.

"It should be a ray of obsession left after the death of that powerful man."

The old man said: "He died unexpectedly and did not even leave the Taoist tradition. At his level, he would forcibly retain a consciousness. If someone later opened this place, he could also choose the best person to inherit."

"Good, fortunately I didn't say such bad words, otherwise he might have heard it." Nie Fenglei smiled.

"That's why everyone will count." Qin Cheng said in his heart.

"Smart." The old man praised: "If a powerful person wants to choose a successor, he must need a certain number of people. However, no one knows how many people this powerful person needs, but it should be an integer. After all, the ancient sect usually chooses disciples for dozens or hundreds, and it is unlikely to choose randomly."

"It's a pity that you have three. If there are four, now it's exactly five hundred, and you can know the number that the powerful man needs, whether it's five hundred."

"What if it is one thousand?" Nie Fenglei said.

"Then you have to wait a few more days." The old man shook his head helplessly.

"There seems to be a few light spots next to the statue. Are they pure origin beads?" Liu Meng said suddenly.

Qin Cheng also noticed before that outside the statue, there were several egg-sized balls floating in the size of light, emitting the original breath.

"Yes, but no one can take it." said the old man.


Chapter completed!