Large vines hang down from the towering door of the gallery Youmeng, and the purple branches and leaves stretch and bloom, very beautiful.

This should have been a very beautiful scene.

But once I think about the possible scenes behind the door...

All these purple wisteria waterfalls climbing out from the courtyard have become ferocious.

A kind of coldness spread from the soles of Ning Chan's feet and penetrated her whole body, finally turning into a kind of horror.

It's not fear.

In the previous life, when Ning Chan was only in the realm of Four Symbols Heaven, he had already killed the fallen demons for many years in Cangkui Mountain. During this period, he also encountered a real demon tide.

Cangkui Mountain is located at the westernmost point of the Fuchao Continent, and is bounded by this rolling mountain range. Countless layers of barriers are densely covered, just to seal the passage between this demon realm and the Fuchao Continent.

There is not only one passage between Fuchao Continent and Demon Realm, this is no longer a secret.

In addition to several large passages that are known and sealed, the space gate is torn open from time to time, and countless monsters emerge from it. This has also happened from time to time in the past thousands of years.

Naturally, those who cultivate immortality have always taken it as their own duty to protect the health of the people, guard the Fuge Continent, and eliminate demons and defend the Tao.

The monster wave that Ning Chan encountered in his previous life was when the barrier of Cangkui Mountain suddenly loosened for unknown reasons, and a large number of monsters poured out in an instant, almost submerging the entire Cangkui Mountain Range.

Fortunately at that time, Cangkui Mountain's formation was in operation, and she temporarily broke through from the Four Symbol Heaven to the Five Directions Heaven. Only then was she able to save her and Yu Bieye's lives under such a surging demonic tide.

Having seen such a wave of monsters before, even though the door in front of her was really the monster cave she imagined, Ning Chan didn't feel the least bit afraid.

At this moment, her thoughts were racing and she guessed at too many possibilities.

Why is it that even though it is a place of beautiful dreams that is widely rumored by people all over the world, it is overflowing with evil spirits.

Have these evil spirits always existed, or did they only start after Yu Huatang died?

What is the purpose of painting Tangshan’s formation to protect?

Yu Huatang, or evil spirit?

What exactly is the spirit pattern array on the door of Gallery Youmeng sealing?

Moreover, Yu Bieye's words clearly indicate that he can move freely through this place, as if he is a regular visitor here, or even a half-owner.

He... usually lives in this demon cave?

Ning Chan pursed his lips slightly, pinched a shadow stone in his hand, input his spiritual energy, and rolled it around the door between his fingers.

Then try to re-project the contents of the shadow stone.

The spiritual breath wandered away, and the next moment, the shadow stone shattered with a "pop" sound, turning into powder that rustled down between the fingers.

Sure enough, the existence of image stones is prohibited here.

She took out the Xunyin Scroll and tried it again. The Xunyin Scroll also stopped updating all messages. The last message was "Good night, Senior Sister!" from Tang Hualuo a quarter of an hour ago.

No wonder there is no trace of the gallery's Youmeng in this world. Everything only exists in rumors and legends, which together make this place an absolute dream-like perfect existence.

Naturally, she did not break into You Meng in the gallery at night on a whim.

This is her burial place, and she frequently visits here. She is not completely free of mental disorders.

But when I came during the day, I had too many questions.

She had to carry Yu Bieye on her back this time.

At this moment, if she wanted to know what was in the gallery's dream, she had to open the door in front of her.

Ningchan didn't hesitate for too long.

She decisively placed her hand on the Youmeng door of the gallery in front of her through the arm that had just picked flowers.

With Huatang's formation, even if this place is really a passage between the Demon Realm and the Floating Chao Continent, it will be enough to block the door for a while.

Killing demons in Cangkui Mountain is also killing.

At worst, she will kill Nian's fallen demons here again.

Ning Chan thought with a bit of self-mockery, and used his hands harder.

The spiritual energy of the white tiger vein came out from her palm, lighting up the entire spiritual pattern array.

Then, the door creaked, opening a gap that could allow one person to enter or exit.

*

Youlong Palace.

During the banquet, all the elders were drunk. Even though the sudden death of Elder Yu Meng cast an indescribable color on the entire Seeking Conference, as long as this matter was not brought to the table, everyone would just

When I didn’t quite know the whole story, I fully expressed my condolences and regrets, and the matter was over.

What's more, if Shaohe Zhiyuan is missing an elder from Liuhetian, what does it have to do with other sects?

It’s time to eat and drink, and it’s not easy to drink the fine wine of Shaohe Zhiyuan.

No one uses spiritual methods to stay awake while drinking. If so, what’s the point of drinking?

Except for the self-sustaining Immortal Lord Zhiheng and the non-drinking Judgment God at the Temple of Heaven, all other elders of the sects had at least one wine jar in front of them.

Yu Hulan, who was sitting in the main seat, also had a slight blush on his face. There were more wine jars in front of him. Seeing that he seemed to be shaky, the disciples who were accompanying him moved forward, and his walking became a little unsteady.

Yu Huilan helped him up.

Yu Hulan showed a drunken smile: "You know."

Everyone burst into laughter: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Go and come back quickly."

When Yu Hualan walked out of the main room and took two steps to the window, there was no hint of drunkenness in his eyes.

He stopped, held on to the window lattice, and glanced in the direction of Huatang Mountain in the distance, with a slight, meaningful arc on his lips.

The barrier moved.

I don't know if Yu Bieye, an immature wolf cub, finally knew he was going back, or if the woman whose identity was unknown during the day is here again.

But it doesn't matter to anyone.

After all, no matter who comes here, he will lose half his life there. He just needs to finish the drink and slowly stroll over.

Yu Hualan withdrew his gaze and was about to continue heading towards the clean room when he heard a strange noise not far away.

Disciples wearing various plaid uniforms were chattering in low voices, and sometimes some people would argue loudly and dissatisfiedly, and they were attracted by the things on the papers laid out by others, and some people raised their hands, and spiritual energy flowed from their fingertips.

The fine lines actually seemed to be constructing a spiritual pattern array in mid-air.

And in the circle surrounded by these disciples, there was a puppet standing.

Something looks familiar.

After all, they only saw him during the day, and Yu Hualan recognized him at a glance. That puppet had appeared on the Nine Turns Bagua Stage during the day.

Puppet is not bad.

As for the puppet’s owner…

She is just a Hexu female disciple of the Xuanwu vein who is standing in the left position.

*

The white tiger is turquoise from the fire.

The moment Ning Chan opened the door, he was already wrapped in Li Huo, and there was an open red umbrella in his palm.

Some long and empty wind blows out from the inner dream of the gallery. The long wind should have been blowing on the face, but because of the cover of the red umbrella, it spread in all directions and curled away in the direction of the sea of ​​flowers.

Different from the time when I looked directly at the door with my spiritual vision, the moment when the door was opened was actually the time when the evil spirit of the entire Huatang Mountain was at its lightest.

For a moment, Ning Chan seemed to feel that the evil spirit and the evil cave just now were just her illusions.

But her eyes quickly paused.

The armor on her arm began to fall from the fingertips, and in a few breaths, all of it turned into powder!

As expected, Yu Hualan's formation never existed alone.

Puppet A was fine after touching the sea of ​​flowers. When he opened the door of Youmeng Gallery, he was also intact.

But it was blown away by the wind in the gallery's dream.

If she hadn't covered it with this layer of armor just now, I'm afraid it would have been her entire right arm that was so shattered now.

Ning Chan's umbrella blocked all her sight, the flames were blazing, and the spiritual energy from the sky was constantly being drawn into her body, and the realm around her began to rise steadily.

When the White Tiger Veins finally filled up to the Seven Stars Heaven, Ning Chan was ready to face the monster cave directly, then he raised his eyes and raised the umbrella handle upwards.

The wind picked up again.

The wind this time was more lingering and gentle than the wind that blew past her before. It seemed more like it was wrapping her around her than covering her.

Before Ningchan could move because of his vigilance, a pale and beautiful hand suddenly appeared on the handle of Ningchan's umbrella, suppressing her movement of lifting the umbrella for a moment!

The alarm bells in Ning Chan's heart rang loudly, the fire all over his body ignited, and the prototype of the cicada's eyes, which already had white tiger veins, condensed in his eyes.

But he paused suddenly.

She didn't move again.
To be continued...