On the other side, at the altar in the basin, Wei Wuya and his group finally climbed to the top of the altar hundreds of feet high.

I don’t know what the ancient monks who built the altar thought, but the restrictions on the altar stairs were really perverted. Starting from the bottom of the altar, the gravity added to these people will immediately increase a little whenever the stairs climb to a certain height.

So when climbing from the bottom to the middle of the altar, the group only took more than two hours slowly, but when walking from the middle of the altar to the top, it took a full day and night, and even had to rest for half a day in the middle to restore the mana.

It’s okay for the Nascent Soul Cultivator such as Wei Wuya, but it’s really impossible for Wang Chan and other monks who are calculating to reach the top.

When we reached the last dozen steps, every step we took, almost a thousand kilograms of force was applied to our body. Wang Chan and others moved here almost inch by inch.

Of course, the easiest ones are naturally Wei Wuya and Hehuan's old demon.

From beginning to end, I never saw any major impact on these two late-stage Nascent Soul monks, and I never saw them showing any difficulty.

Although this group of people had different cultivation levels, they climbed to the top of the altar with their careful attention.

As soon as I stepped on it, the feeling that it was as heavy as Mount Tai just now disappeared without a trace. The disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they had the body protection light, walking along the bottom of the altar still made them all feel sore in their waists and legs, and their bodies were weak.

Before Wei Wuya asked the question, the fireball released by the Confucian scholar shot onto the clouds and disappeared out of thin air. Seeing this scene, the Confucian scholar nodded, turned his head and looked at the four stone pillars around him, and said without wasting time.

Wei Wuya's pupils suddenly shrank, and he couldn't help asking in a deep voice: "Master Cang Kun?"

Wang Chan nodded quickly and said yes. In the curious eyes of the people around her, she took out a plain-looking scroll from the storage bag.

The old demon Hehuan shook his head and said, "Brother Wei misunderstood. The soul of the painting scroll I just saw was actually a remnant soul of Master Cang Kun in the past. When this incarnation was discovered, when he was injured in the Demon Valley, his body was destroyed. He was put into it by Master Cang Kun and used this painting scroll magic weapon refined with the soul-raising wood chips to recover. However, the real Master Cang Kun has been dead for many years. Apart from some memories, this remnant soul has obtained an independent body. Now there is nothing wrong with saying that it is another person."

They have not experienced this feeling that only comes when they are mortals for a long time. After all, they usually get there with just stomping their feet, so they have never suffered such pain again.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, please invite that fellow Daoist." The old demon Hehuan said expressionlessly.

Wei Wuya immediately frowned and couldn't help asking: "Fellow Taoist Hehuan, why should I still fight the mystery with you now? Is it still impossible for you to believe it until now?"

These stone pillars are about ten feet high, and each pillar is covered with dense runes and spells, which look obscure and unusual. At the top of these stone pillars, there is a statue of a Kirin, which is lifelike, in different shapes, and emits a faint light of aura, which seems to be unusual.

Such a simple thing, a few people naturally read it in an instant.

After hearing this, Wei Wuya was silent for a while, suddenly looked at the old demon Hehuan, and said with complicated eyes: "No wonder Fellow Daoist Wang can ask Fellow Daoist Hehuan to take action. I just said that with him, a monk of Killing Dan, no matter how great the face is, it is impossible for him to talk to you and the old monster Tianhen at the same time."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar spread his hands and said casually: "You have already put a ban on me. Are you still afraid that I will lie to you? The entrance to Lingmiao Garden is just above the altar. But the ban is a bit strange and I have to cast a spell myself." After saying this, the Confucian scholar also looked up at the sky, glanced at the rays of the sky and rubbed his hands. A gray-white fireball appeared in his hand, raised his hand, and the fireball shot straight into the sky.

This place is more than a hundred feet wide, with an extremely crystal white jade tiles on the ground. There is a huge altar six or seven feet long in the middle, made of beautiful green jade, extremely delicate. The rest are empty, but a tall bluestone pillar stands on each corner of the altar.

The scroll unfolds, and a ball of green light flies out from the picture, immediately transforming the image of a middle-aged Confucian scholar.

If Master Cang Kun really knew how to open the entrance to Lingmiao Garden, why didn’t he go directly to Lingmiao Garden to recuperate, and he had to risk rushing out of the Demon-Deserting Valley, and ended up with more injuries and died outside.

"Haha...yes, Brother Wei has good eyesight. This person is indeed related to Master Cang Kun. To a certain extent, this person is considered Master Cang Kun, nor is it Cang Kun." The old demon Hehuan laughed a few times and said with a complicated expression.

Wei Wuya didn't find anything more worthy of attention, and frowned, while the old demon Hehuan beside him frowned and turned his head to look at Wang Chan and others.

At first glance, there was no spiritual power on the scroll, it was completely a mortal object. But Wang Chan looked solemn and held the scroll with respectfully held the scroll with her hands slowly opened.

The old demon Hehuan ignored all this and immediately looked around as soon as he stepped on this place.

Wei Wuya frowned suddenly. When Cang Kun was seriously injured, it would be reasonable if he knew the location of Lingmiao Garden. But what he meant was that he knew even the way to open the Lingmiao Garden passage, which was a bit incredible.

"Brother Wei said it is right. Now, I don't have to hide it from Brother Wei. Whether I can open the space channel to Lingmiao Garden next depends on this person." The old demon Hehuan nodded with a smile, turned his head to look at the Confucian scholar, and his face instantly sank.

"According to the agreement, I have brought you to the altar. As mentioned, this place is the center of the Demon Valley, the entrance to the Lingmiao Garden. Now it's time for you to fulfill your promise and open the entrance to the Lingmiao Garden." The old demon Hehuan said expressionlessly.

"It seems that the real partner of Hehuan Daoist should be this Daoist, right? It seems that what agreement did you reach with this wisp of remnant soul? It will tell you about the Lingmiao Garden."

"Several fellow Taoists inject some spiritual power into the four stone pillars, and then break the restrictions below and leave them to the bottom."

Hearing this, the old demon Hehuan instantly showed an unconcealable look of surprise and quickly stood next to one of the stone pillars.

Wei Wuya frowned, looked at the few people, and stood next to another stone pillar without saying anything. One hand was hiding across a jade pendant around his waist.

At the same time, two of the other three early stage monks in the Nascent Soul stage also made the same move.
Chapter completed!