Chapter 259 Mysterious Ancient Monk

Ling Xiao looked up and saw the huge mountain was shrouded in mist. The sky was dark, but there was a corner of an ancient palace that exuded a holy atmosphere.

"What is that?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and he felt the fluctuation of strange black fog from the ancient palace.

"This mustard seed formation has covered such a large space. It seems that it is not just hiding the ancient peach tree. Perhaps the biggest purpose is because of this mountain!"

Ling Xiao's eyes showed a trace of solemnity.

He took a step, stepped on the hard rocks, and walked towards the ancient palace.

The clouds and mist were shrouded, and the surroundings were blurred and invisible. There was no fluctuation of life, as if this place had become dead silent. Only the ancient palace, the closer you get, the more you can feel that there is a mysterious breath spreading.

Holy and evil, bright and dark, the ancient palace gave Ling Xiao a very strange feeling.

There were more and more corpses around, broken weapons, and broken rocks, still with traces of the battle.

Time has washed away everything, but it cannot hide the past.

Ling Xiao saw a dragon-shaped sword, which still had a cold sword intent and murderous aura, but the blade had rotted. This should be a powerful Taoist weapon, but at this moment it has completely lost its former power.

Ling Xiao also saw a white corpse, with hard bones and a faint luster. There was a black horn on the abdomen, piercing his body, cracking his eyebrows, and his true spirit dissipated.

Such hard bones can only be left by a strong man at least in the emperor realm.

Ling Xiao was depressed, thinking of the strange black fog, looking at the traces of the battle around him, and imagining how tragic the battle ten thousand years ago was.

Those strange black fogs were very difficult to refine even with the secret art of swallowing the sky. If Ling Xiao did not have the wordless heavenly book, which just happened to restrain the strange black fog, I am afraid that Ling Xiao would have been in danger.

Ten thousand years ago, those strange creatures descended and launched a catastrophe, wreaking havoc throughout the Eight Wastelands, destroying the Changsheng Sect that had swept across the Eight Wastelands and six directions and was feared by the world.

Jinse... where is she? Did she survive?

Ling Xiao's eyes revealed a sigh. In this secret realm of the Eight Wastelands, there were layers of mist, which made Ling Xiao want to explore.

The eight ancient countries back then were vassal states of the Changsheng Sect, and they were closely related to the Changsheng Sect. Perhaps they could really find news about Jinse?

Ling Xiao's steps became a little heavy.

Stepping over the heavy corpses, Ling Xiao slowly walked to the top of the mountain, where there was an ancient palace. Although it looked a little dilapidated, it was well preserved.

Outside the palace, corpses were everywhere, and there were incense burners, demon-subduing pestles, prayer beads and wooden fish everywhere, but most of them were broken, and there was no precious light, and they also turned into scrap copper and iron.

Bang!

Ling Xiao kicked a huge copper plaque, blew away the dust on it, and revealed four ancient characters.

Main Hall!

"The Main Hall of Buddhism? There is no Buddhism in the Eight Wastelands, so how could there be a plaque of the Main Hall here?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and he was slightly puzzled.

Ten thousand years ago, the Eight Wastelands was the territory of the Changsheng Sect, and there was no trace of Buddhism, but on this mountain, there was a plaque of the Main Hall, which surprised Ling Xiao.

Finally, Ling Xiao's eyes fell on the palace.

The two stone doors were tightly closed, and there was a faint mysterious fluctuation coming from them.

Ling Xiao walked slowly towards the palace, stood in front of the huge stone door, and placed his palm on the stone door. The touch was icy and bone-chilling, with a chill that froze the soul.

"Open!"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and his unparalleled divine power burst out, and the two stone doors were pushed open by him in an instant.

Instantly, a strange black mist surged in, like a bloody mouth, trying to swallow Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao was prepared, and a cold light appeared in his eyes. Suddenly, the wordless heavenly book in the sea of ​​consciousness trembled slightly, and a mysterious light rolled out from his eyebrows, directly swallowing all the strange black mist.

Inside the palace, there was actually an eight-treasure lotus merit pool, showing an image of refining, with a faint Buddha light diffused, and a strange black air lingering.

In the center of the merit pool, there was an ancient monk wearing a cassock, with ten incense scars on his head, and exuding a mysterious aura all over his body.

The ancient monk looked lifelike, with lowered eyebrows and a compassionate look on his face, and his whole body exuded a clear and pure, compassionate demeanor.

But the strange thing was that half of his body was emitting golden light and the other half was emitting black light. With the center of his eyebrows as the dividing line, half of the Buddha's light was shining, and the other half was full of demonic energy. The two temperaments of holiness and evil were intertwined, and it looked particularly evil.

And those black lights were strange black fog.

"Why is there an ancient monk here?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and he slowly walked towards the Merit Pool.

This Eight Treasures Lotus Merit Pool was in the shape of a refinement, with a total of eight petals, each of which had an ancient rune, and there was a thread between them, and finally slowly intertwined, suppressing the ancient monk in the center.

Except for this Eight Treasures Lotus Merit Pool, the entire palace was very empty, but there was a mysterious flow of energy.

When Ling Xiao saw the runes on the eight petals, his eyes suddenly showed an extremely excited look.

"Bahuang Demon Suppressing Formation?! This is Jinse...it is Jinse's handiwork. It turns out that Jinse has really been here!"

A huge wave arose in Ling Xiao's heart, and his originally calm state of mind suddenly fell away, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

The Eight Wastelands Demon-Suppressing Formation was the formation passed down to Jinse by Ling Xiao. When Ling Xiao became the most supreme being in the world, he used the power of the yin and yang of heaven and earth, wind, thunder and volcanoes to connect with the power of the laws of heaven and earth to form a formation. The Supreme God Array possesses the supreme power to suppress the Supreme Being, slay gods and demons. In the world, apart from Ling Xiao, only Jin Se can set it up.

However, Ling Xiao died in the Red Dragon Secret Realm before he could test the power of the Eight Wastelands Demon Suppression Formation.

Ling Xiao didn't expect that he would see the Eight Wastelands Demon Suppressing Formation here.

The Eight Treasures Lotus Merit Pool in front of him was actually formed by the energy of the eight earth veins and the power of connecting the laws of heaven and earth. The ancient monk in front of him actually became the eye of the Eight Wastelands Demon Suppression Formation, which made Ling Xiao Extremely shocked.

It seems that this ancient monk must have been a peerless powerful man in the Supreme Realm during his lifetime, otherwise he would not be qualified to be the eye of the Eight Wastelands Demon-Suppressing Formation.

Ling Xiao carefully inspected this formation and found that it was indeed integrated with the laws of heaven and earth in the entire Eight Wilderness Secret Realm, and contained an extremely powerful sealing power.

However, what surprised Ling Xiao was that the ancient monk in front of him did not have any life energy, but why was he contaminated with those strange black energy?

"Could it be that under this mountain peak are the strange creatures suppressed in the underground ocean?"

Ling Xiao suddenly thought of a possibility, and there was a solemn look in his eyes.