In an instant, a dazzling white light spread from his body, quickly transforming into an extremely bright white light, flying towards the entrance.

If he could perform the escape technique instantly in such a close range, he would undoubtedly be able to reach the other side immediately.

Seeing that he was about to cross the passage smoothly, the old man was secretly happy.

But at this moment, a figure flashed in front of him, and an object flew past at a high speed, followed by a deafening bang.

The old man only felt an incomparably powerful force coming from the Yuanyang gauze protecting his body, followed closely by his flying body.

Under the impact of this irresistible force, he suddenly bounced back, and the whole person was thrown heavily onto the opposite stone wall like a tattered sack, penetrating several feet into it.

Despite the protection of the protective aura, the old man surnamed Lu still felt numb and unconscious after being hit hard on the back, as if all the muscles in his body had lost control in an instant.

At this moment, he finally saw the situation clearly. It turned out that the mysterious figure respected as "Marquis of Nanlong" had already quietly appeared at the entrance.

At this moment, he seemed to be leisurely retracting a dark fist, smiling but staring at him with a chilling coldness.

The old man surnamed Lu's face instantly lost its original redness and luster, and looked pale, weak and lifeless.

"Excellent! Absolutely excellent."

"Although this demonized body is not as powerful as my original body, it was able to withstand my attacks without suffering fatal injuries. It can be seen that you are not a low-level cultivator."

"I have decided to use you as a sacrifice to increase my own strength!"

The black aura is even stronger than before, "Nanlong Hou" said coldly.

At this moment, the black aura on his face became thicker and thicker, and his pair of silver-white eyes were extremely cold. He stared at the old man like the gaze of the god of death, making the latter feel a chill in his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, "Nanlong Hou" moved, leaving behind a series of phantom traces, and quickly attacked the old man without any extra words.

The old man surnamed Lu was terrified and tried to escape from the stone wall, but it was too late.

The opponent was so fast that he approached him in an instant, like a ghost, and a sharp claw surrounded by black air had already stabbed towards the old man's head fiercely.

The old man was extremely anxious, and had no choice but to make up his mind. His whole body glowed with light, and he poured all his magic power into the fiery red gauze.

In an instant, the fiery red light curtain in front of him suddenly expanded to a half-foot thick red glow.

Under the cold and indifferent gaze of "Nanlong Hou", the black claw inserted firmly.

With a strange "sizzling" sound, the dazzling light curtain flickered. As the old man was on guard, the ghost claw finally stopped after penetrating one foot into the light curtain.

Upon seeing this, the old man let out a long sigh, his expression slightly improved, and then he mobilized the spiritual light in his body, trying to break through the rock-solid forbidden stone wall around him and escape.

However, the "Marquis of Nanlong" on the opposite side raised his lips slightly, revealing a mocking expression.

Accompanied by a huge roar, "Nanlong Hou" swung his other arm and hit the red light curtain.

The protective spiritual light that the old man had just released from his body was instantly disintegrated by this blow.

The old man was stunned, still not understanding the other party's purpose. The arm of "Nanlong Hou" that was already deeply trapped in the light curtain was suddenly pulled out, and then he hammered again like a storm.

The light curtain was damaged again, and the old man's remaining protective aura disappeared completely in this battle.

At the same time, his body sank down and sunk several inches into the stone wall again.

"Oops!"

The old man surnamed Lu suddenly realized something and his face changed greatly. He quickly waved the white flag in his hand, intending to sacrifice this treasure.

However, "Nanlong Hou" swung both fists and struck steadily again and again, as if intentionally not giving the old man enough time to use the magic flag.

Each punch accurately shattered half of the spiritual energy that the old man had just injected into the flag, and the force gradually increased, with the roar continuing.

The old man was horrified and tried to use other secret techniques, but he always failed due to lack of magic power. He could not gather enough magic power to fight back.

The result was that although Lu Weiying possessed extraordinary magical powers and supernatural skills, he was locked firmly inside the stone wall and had nowhere to display his powers.

He could only watch helplessly as the red light in front of him gradually faded away, his heart filled with despair.

The old man surnamed Lu's face was as pale as paper. After looking into the cold silver eyes of "Nanlong Hou" for a moment, his heart could not help but tremble.

Obviously, if he continues like this, he will not be able to keep the treasure, and even his life will be in danger. The end result may be that he will be torn to pieces.

When his thoughts returned to reality, the old man gritted his teeth in pain and then shouted loudly.

Above his head, a white light flickered, and a Nascent Soul with a face very similar to his suddenly appeared.

It actually hovered above the top of the head.

The Nascent Soul looked a little frightened and uneasy, but he held a small dark blue sword tightly in his hands.

Almost at the same time, the protective light curtain formed by the Haoyangsha ancient treasure owned by the master of the Blood Curse Gate, the so-called "Nanlong Hou", made a shattering sound.

The last trace of hesitation in Yuanying's body suddenly disappeared without a trace.

It took a bold step and suddenly disappeared from its original place. The next moment, it appeared at the entrance.

Immediately afterwards, this Nascent Soul wanted to control the flying sword and quickly enter the passage in order to escape.

However, at this moment, a horrifying scene happened.

"Marquis of Nanlong" still had his back to the entrance, seemingly unaware of anything unusual, but the robe on his back suddenly burst apart.

Its back was exposed, and it showed a ghost face exactly the same as the one on the Blood Curse Gate, with its eyes closed, and it looked lifelike.

The ghost face suddenly opened its eyes, revealing the same silver-white pupils.

At the same time, a huge mouth opened and a purple shadow flashed by, as if something was being spit out.

At this moment, the old man's Nascent Soul had just thrown the flying sword in his hand, trying hard to merge with his life-saving magic weapon and escape with all his might.

However, there was a sudden sound of wind in my ears, followed by a burning pain in my mind.

Something seemed to emerge from between his eyebrows in an instant, stretching to half the length of his body.

Yuanying just stared blankly at the long object in front of him. After a moment, a sharp and piercing cry was uttered.

Then, as if all his strength was exhausted, he fell from the air and landed heavily on the ground, unable to move at all.

At this moment, if there were other practitioners around, they would definitely see a purple strip of something as thick as a thumb.

It stretched out from the mouth of the ghost face, meandered to the back of Yuanying's head, and then penetrated through the center of his eyebrows, extending out to nearly one foot in length.

It looked like the ghost face's tongue. However, it was so long that it was extremely weird. When the ghost face saw the Yuanying fall to the ground, he actually showed a ferocious smile.

With a roll of its long tongue, it pulled the old man's Nascent Soul into its mouth. After chewing it several times, it swallowed it directly into its stomach.

Then, the ghost face showed a look of satisfaction and slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, "Marquis of Nanlong" finally turned around, glanced expressionlessly at the blue sword that had lost its owner, and a hint of murderous intent flashed across his eyes.

He grabbed the old man surnamed Lu with his backhand and took out his heart. Then, he squeezed it lightly, and the heart turned into blood mist.

At this point, the old man surnamed Lu had already passed away.

After completing all this, "Nanlong Hou" glanced around without any emotion, then turned into a ball of black smoke and floated away strangely into the depths of the passage.

After a long time, he appeared at the bottom of the pool. He looked up at the several unmanned magic circles, a cold sneer appeared on his face, and he galloped straight to the surface of the pool.

After just a cup of tea, the figure of "Nanlong Hou" appeared on a stone mountain, floating at a height of more than a hundred feet, looking around.

Rising to such a height, it undoubtedly triggered the restriction of the Demon Valley. Countless blood-red electric snakes continuously descended from the sky and pointed at this person in unison.

However, these seemingly ferocious lightning bolts did not even get within ten feet of "Nanlong Hou".

They all suddenly turned around, made a circle, and avoided him silently.

This enabled him to remain calm and unmoved even in the midst of thunder and lightning.

After a long period of scrutiny and observation, "Nanlong Hou" finally accurately identified the surrounding environment and direction.

His eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring in a certain direction, and the silver light in his eyes was shining.

Suddenly, his body turned into a puff of black smoke, rushed through the air, and soon disappeared into the horizon without a trace.

At this moment, in a wide basin, the leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect, Wei Wuya, and his followers were fighting fiercely beside the altar.

They looked up at the stone steps that seemed to have no end, their faces filled with astonishment and curiosity.

According to the original plan, they should have arrived here long ago. However, when they were only ten miles away from the altar, they encountered a huge restricted area.

Only by breaking this restriction can we move forward.

Due to the delay in this link, it took them most of the day to reach their destination - the altar.

Now that they were closer, they could see clearly that although the altar looked extremely magnificent, its history was difficult to trace.

Not only are there lush weeds growing on the stone steps, but some parts are already showing signs of damage and even decay.

"Let's go! As long as we reach the top of the altar, we will be able to find clues to Lingmiao Garden and try to enter it. According to the description of that remnant soul, the entrance to Lingmiao Garden should be here."

After careful consideration, the leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect finally mustered up the courage and issued an encouraging order. Then, he bravely stepped onto the altar.

But then, the leader of the Ghost Spirit Sect couldn't help but roar again, which surprised everyone else.

"Everyone, please be careful! There are many unknown restrictions hidden on this stone staircase, so it is not easy to climb to the top of the altar."

The Ghost Sect leader's eyes widened as he looked across the nearly endless stone steps, which were surrounded by flashing yellow spiritual light. He gritted his teeth, his tone filled with deep hatred.

When Wei Wuya heard this, he couldn't help but frowned slightly.

Although for ordinary disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect, this level of restriction is not enough to stump them.

However, in this way, the time required for them to successfully reach the top of the altar would inevitably be further extended.

This situation made Wei Wuya feel helpless.

In fact, not only Wei Wuya, but the expressions of other people also showed an indescribable gloom.

Ever since they learned about the existence of Lingmiao Garden, their thoughts have been completely focused on how to enter it, and they are even more annoyed by the various restrictions that have appeared frequently recently.

"Take action!"

Wang Tiangu let out a long sigh and immediately stepped onto the stone steps.

The surrounding yellow light flashed, and he immediately felt as if his body was held down by an invisible force, and his shoulders became extremely heavy in an instant.

At this time, other disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect also stepped onto the stone steps, and they also felt this sudden pressure.

Among them, Wei Wuya was as steady as a rock and was not affected at all.

The other three Ghost Spirit Sect disciples who had already reached the Golden Core Realm were trembling and their faces suddenly turned pale.

The group moved towards the top of the altar in a hurry.

At this moment, Chen Yun was in an oasis covered by a ban. His sight fell on a green lake in front of him, and he whispered to himself:
"Is this the legendary Lingzhu Fruit?"

Outside the restriction is an endless ochre-colored world, a vast desert covering tens of thousands of miles.

"Without a doubt, this is the Spiritual Candle Fruit we have been searching for for so long. Whether it is the appearance or the markings, they all point to this spiritual object without a doubt!"

Zi Ling stood about ten feet away from Chen Yun and spoke with a hint of uncontrollable excitement in her tone.

There were twinkling stars in her bright pupils, and her gaze was always fixed on the green lake in front of her, never distracted for a moment.

In the middle of the lake about a hundred feet in front of the two people, there was a muddy area that had just emerged from the water.

There grows a lush green and vibrant spiritual plant.

This spiritual plant is several feet tall and is covered with oval leaves that are the size of an index finger.

At the tip of the plant, four dazzling and unique fruits stand alone.

These fruits are a fiery red throughout and have a unique shape that is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.

A faint red glow flickered at the top, like a red candle lit on a candlestick, and it exuded a rich and mellow medicinal aroma.

Deep down in his heart, Chen Yun was also certain about this thing; it was the legendary Lingzhu Fruit.

Hearing Zi Ling's words, he simply smiled implicitly in response.

"I will go there immediately and pick this precious fruit to prevent any more troubles."

Zi Ling took a deep breath, then raised her head and suggested to Chen Yun with a smile. (End of this chapter)