Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 168 Illusion
A strong smell of blood came towards me.

Nie Zhaonan frowned and looked at him again.

Only then did he realize that this palace was not completely black, but a strange color that was mixed with dark red, as if the entire palace was covered in hot blood and solidified into black, and was filled with an evil aura.

To be honest, Nie Zhaonan had no idea what the weaknesses in his mind were.

When he was condensing his Nascent Soul and overcoming his inner demon tribulation, the pattern of the Azure Dragon engraved in his mind flashed with a green light, and he woke up instantly without even seeing what the inner demon tribulation looked like.

Now is a good opportunity to see clearly the fear in his heart. After all, considering the strength of his spiritual sense, the illusion before him is not dangerous.

Thinking of this, Nie Zhaonan had an idea and walked into the hall.

Black, very black!
As soon as Nie Zhaonan walked into the hall, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

I don't know what kind of restrictions are set here. Even if Nie Zhaonan opened his eyes wide, he could only see a distance of thirty or forty feet. His spiritual consciousness could only explore a distance of five or six feet away from his body.

But it would have been fine if it was just that, but the surroundings were so quiet without any sound at all, so quiet that it was a little scary.

Nie Zhaonan remained unmoved and walked forward with a calm expression.

But before he took a few steps, he suddenly felt a vague sense of strangeness all over his body, and Nie Zhaonan raised his hands in front of his eyes.

What caught my eye were two chubby little hands, and when I touched my face, I felt the same round and fleshy feeling.

At this time, the scene in front also changed. He appeared in the fields, dug up a piece of mud with both hands, and rubbed it into various shapes. He had a lot of fun until the sun set.

Nie Zhaonan seemed to have had a dream, an extremely ordinary dream.

He returned to his previous life, where there was no spiritual energy or aura, no secret techniques, and no immortal cultivators who could fly or hide in the ground. There were only ordinary people.

In his dream, he returned to his childhood, reading and learning to read and write in a confused manner.

Six years, three years, and three years again.
He knew what he wanted, but it seemed like the whole society operated in this way, and he could only go with the flow.

As he grew older, he understood more and more about the outside world, and he gradually realized that this world was not so beautiful after all.

It is not like what is written in the books, everything is just, fair, and full of hope, not black and white.
Wherever the sun doesn't shine, there is filth and dirt, even in the sun.
Do not look directly at the sun's rays.

Life is only a hundred years long and seems to have no meaning. With the death of a person, everything will cease to exist.

I don’t know when he had a dream in his heart.

It’s not about working hard, realizing your own value, and living a superior life.

I don't want the sky to be clear and the air to be fresh.

Instead, he returned to the small village where he was born and lived out the rest of his life, no matter how long or short it was.

With a sense of inexplicable sadness, Nie Zhaonan continued to move forward alone in the darkness.

After taking a few steps, the decadence on him disappeared without a trace.

At least in this life, everything is simple.

One day later, in front of a huge tower-like building, eight people were sitting cross-legged in front of the tower, motionless.

This tower is as tall as a cloud and huge, and its entire body is built with blue boulders.

From a distance, the tower seemed to be divided into five floors, which became thinner as one went up. However, the distance between each floor was at least a hundred feet. The bluestone tower gate at the bottom was fifty or sixty feet high. It was really magnificent!
The tower was surrounded by a layer of pale white light curtain. The people in front of the tower were like ants, with their heads bowed and eyes closed, resting. In the middle of them, there was a white teleportation array quietly built there.

Nie Zhaonan was naturally among them. The others were five cultivators from the righteous and evil paths, and two unknown cultivators in the late Jindan stage.

The only ones who didn't show up were the two old men surnamed Zhao.

"The time for the inner hall to open is approaching, but the two guys from the Star Palace haven't come yet. It seems they won't get involved in this mess. Brother Wan, what do you think?" Tian Wuzi, who was sitting aside, opened his bright eyes and said in a voice transmission with a hint of excitement.

"Don't be anxious, let's wait and see. After all, the old guy from the Star Palace is very cunning, maybe he deliberately delayed his appearance until the last. Besides, isn't Fellow Daoist Nie from the Star Palace already here? The three of them from the Star Palace should not act alone." Wan Tianming, who was in the middle, looked at Nie Zhaonan with fluorescent eyes, only to see that his face was calm, without any strange expression. He touched his chin and said with a pensive look.

When Tian Wuzi heard this, he thought it made sense. He nodded and closed his eyes again.

After waiting for more than an hour, a violent shaking suddenly came from the ground.

The huge stone door of the inner hall slowly rose, revealing the bluestone passage inside.

From a distance, this passage seems extremely tall and wide.

As the stone door of the inner hall opened, the teleportation array in the middle that was flashing a faint white light suddenly dimmed and became dim.

"It seems that the two old guys from the Star Palace will really not come to make trouble. When we take the treasure, we only need to be on guard against the three early Nascent Soul cultivators." Tian Wuzi said excitedly.

If the two old fellows in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul from Xing Palace came in, the three of them alone would be unable to cope with the situation.

The other two women, Madam Wen, looked unhappy. They had no intention of taking the treasure. Even if the two people from Xinggong entered the inner hall, it would not have any impact on them. Instead, it would help prevent Wan Tianming and others from taking the treasure.

The two looked at each other and then turned their gaze to Nie Zhaonan on the other side.

But at this glance, Nie Zhaonan's figure flashed a few times and then he went towards the stone gate. In the blink of an eye, he entered it and disappeared without a trace.

This startled everyone else present. They knew that Nie Zhaonan was using an extremely powerful martial art in the secular world, and they were also surprised by Nie Zhaonan's decisiveness.

"Why is Brother Daoist Nie so anxious?" the old farmer asked in confusion.

After these words were spoken, everyone present started to imagine a lot, and Wan Tianming even had a bad premonition in his heart.

He immediately said to Madam Wen and Taoist Qing Yi, "My two Daoists, our enemy is Xinggong, not the other party. How about we join forces to catch up with Daoist Fellow Nie?"

Wan Tianming had a slightly solemn look on his face, and his tone also exuded the majesty of a sect leader.

After hearing what Wan Tianming said, Madam Wen and Mr. Qing Yi also knew the key. Nie Zhaonan's unusual behavior must have some purpose, and temporarily uniting is the best option for now.

The two men replied in unison: "Let's do as Master Wan said." "Okay!" Wan Tianming agreed, and suddenly swept his gaze to the two Jindan cultivators present, with a fierce light in his eyes.

Almost at the same time, the two men also noticed the unfriendly look on Wan Tianming's face. Their faces turned pale, and they simultaneously turned into a yellow light and a red light, rushing to fly into the stone tower.

Seeing this, Wan Tianming snorted coldly: "Two Jindan cultivators also want to enter the inner hall to fish in troubled waters. They are really tired of living."

After saying that, he rubbed his hands together, then raised them at the same time. Two flashes of golden light shot out and hit the two escaping lights first.

As a result, the male cultivator in the yellow light let out a scream, and a figure stumbled down. Then he was swept into the air by the golden light, and the whole person was instantly chopped into seven or eight pieces. The bloody body parts were scattered all over the ground.

The red light on the other side, after being hit by the golden light, burst into a dazzling flame, which actually blocked the golden light for a moment.

But it was powerless to continue, and in the blink of an eye, the golden light swept up again.

As a result, one of them let out a scream, and then turned into pieces and fell from the sky.

Seeing this scene, the other four Nascent Soul cultivators did not show any strange look in their eyes.

Having cultivated to their level, their hands would have been stained with countless blood.

"Let's go." After killing the two men, Wan Tianming reminded them and walked towards the stone gate.

The other four followed closely, but Madam Wen and Mr. Qing Yi still kept some distance from Wan Tianming and others.

Wang Tianming and others knew this very well, but they didn't say much.

More than an hour later, the teleportation array, which had originally dimmed, emitted a dazzling white light again, and then the shadows of the two people blurred for a while and appeared there side by side.

They were the two white-robed elders of the Xing Palace, the old man surnamed Zhao and Elder Xiao.

At this moment, they looked around cautiously, and only after seeing that there was really no one around did they show a look of relief.

"It seems they have all gone in. No matter how cunning these old monsters are, they would never have thought that our Xing Palace had cracked the teleportation ban here thousands of years ago. They can enter this place whenever they want." Elder Xiao chuckled softly.

"Speaking of which, why did the Palace Master ask about the information and restrictions in our inner hall? He looked like he wanted to quickly reach the fifth-floor platform. Could it be that he really has some means to take out the Xutian Ding?" Elder Xiao's smile faded and he suddenly asked.

Apart from the Xutian Ding, he really couldn't think of any other treasures inside that could attract the Palace Master.

Even the top-level ancient treasure in the cauldron can only be of use to cultivators in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. For cultivators with the strength of the late Nascent Soul, it is just a useless thing.

As for the Bu Tian Pill, it can only improve some people's cultivation aptitude, and the effect is limited. For Nascent Soul cultivators like them who already have excellent cultivation aptitude, it can hardly have any significant effect.

In the inner hall, the only thing that could possibly attract the palace master is the Xu Tian Ding.

"I don't know about that, and it is not our place to ask too many questions or interfere with what the Palace Master wants to do. Besides, if the Palace Master really takes out the Xu Tian Ding, wouldn't it be a good thing for our Xing Palace?" The old man surnamed Zhao said after a little thought.

In his heart, he felt that Elder Xiao's guess was very likely.

After all, Palace Master Nie has always been extremely mysterious, and no one knows how many magical powers he has. His strength is far beyond his own realm. Maybe he can accomplish something that countless senior masters have failed to accomplish.

Elder Xiao nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"Let's go. We must be careful and try to cooperate with the Palace Master to kill these five Nascent Soul cultivators from both the righteous and evil paths here." The old man surnamed Zhao said with a cold expression. He did not forget the purpose of their trip.

"Of course!" Elder Xiao nodded in agreement.

As these words fell, the two people turned into two white lights and shot into the stone door.

Currently, Nie Zhaonan was moving quickly in a maze-like place.

There are crisscrossing bluestone passages, tall, solid and thick walls, and a door carved with strange runes at every intersection.

These stone gates are all the same size, about ten feet long and wide, in a square shape. Sometimes they face south, sometimes they face north, and some are opened in the east-west direction. There seems to be no pattern to be found.

Although it usually takes a long time to reach a crossroads.
But Nie Zhaonan secretly estimated that he had seen at least seven or eight stone doors along the way, and this did not include the intersections of other routes that he had taken.

In this way, there are quite a lot of stone gates!
But they were all flashing with a faint white light, and it was obvious that some kind of restriction had been cast on them.

Behind these stone doors is naturally the treasure room.

As long as the cultivator possesses the incomplete map of Xutian, he can open the door of a stone chamber.

However, once you enter, no matter whether you succeed in getting the treasure or not, you will not be able to come out again. Those who get the treasure will be directly teleported outside the Xutian Palace.

Nie Zhaonan's gaze only flashed across the stone gate. There wouldn't be anything useful to him inside these stone gates. For now, he should take the Xu Tian Ding in his hands first.

Thinking of this, Nie Zhaonan moved a little faster.

When Nie Zhaonan crossed an intersection and entered a bluestone road, a person appeared in front of him blocking the road.

Although the passage was pitch black and there were some restrictions in the inner hall that restricted Nie Zhaonan's consciousness, but with a flash of cold light in Nie Zhao's eyes, he still saw the person in front of him clearly. To be precise, it was a puppet.

Just over ten feet ahead, there stood a puppet with a wolf head and a human body, the same size as an ordinary human. The wolf head was pure gold, but the rest of the body was shining silver. No one knew what material it was made of, but its defense looked very strong.

In his hand, he was holding a thick, dull black blade that emitted a chilling cold light, and his entire image looked extremely weird.

Seeing this scene, Nie Zhaonan just shook his sleeves, and a golden flying sword flew out from his sleeves, turning into a golden sword light and attacking the wolf-headed puppet.

Then there was a clear sound of swords, the sound of fine iron clashing, and then the sound of metal falling to the ground, which was extremely harsh!
The golden flying sword flew back and flew into Nie Zhaonan's sleeve and disappeared.

At this time, Nie Zhaonan also came to the remains of the wolf-headed puppet and looked down at it carefully.

The wolf-headed puppet was cut into two pieces at the chest, and the strange blade in its hand was also broken into two halves. There was also a emerald green gem scattered beside it. This object was flashing and emitting an extremely cold aura, giving him a familiar feeling.

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