Chapter 355: Difficult Passage

Qingchen felt a fierceness in his heart.

He gritted his teeth and reached out without hesitation to press the handprint with the word "Inner" on the stone tablet.

The moment he reached out to press the handprint, the stone tablet seemed to be eroded by a mysterious force.

The stone tablet gradually softened and slowly turned into a pool of mud, and then slowly spread towards the bloody peel in front of Qingchen.

The mud exuded a pungent stench and bubbles, as if it was extremely corrosive.

After it touched the peel, it actually melted the "bloody peel" bit by bit, and finally formed a huge bloody vortex.

Qingchen knew in his heart that this was the entrance to the "Inner Hall Trial".

He understood that it seemed that the three "Ladies' Pictures" he had encountered before were just appetizers, and the real challenge had just begun.

He used all his eyesight and opened his mind, but he saw that the front was shrouded in a hazy blood mist, and his vision and mind could hardly penetrate the thick mist.

Qingchen did not hesitate at all. He took a deep breath and stepped into the bloody vortex.

Inside the vortex, the space was distorted, as if he was in another world.

Sand, turbid water, and blood mist intertwined together to form a weird picture.

Here, time seemed to have lost its meaning, and Qingchen only felt that he was floating in the endless void.

The 'Blood Ba Zhenfu Order' in Qingchen's storage bag was emitting light. He looked down at himself and seemed to be covered with a layer of bloody peel.

If there was no 'peel', the 'weirdness' in this vortex would probably make him suffer.

After an unknown period of time, suddenly, Qingchen's feet touched the ground, and a sense of solidity surged in his heart.

He looked around and saw that the front was shrouded in a hazy blood mist, and his vision was difficult to penetrate.

Where he stood was a stone platform of several dozen feet in size. The fog on the stone platform was thin, but outside the edge, it was a chaos.

There is a cable bridge about ten feet wide in front of the stone platform.

They extend into the depths of the blood mist, like a giant dragon winding away, and no one knows where they lead.

Qingchen slowly walked to the edge of the stone platform, looked down, and his heart suddenly tightened.

"It's actually suspended in the air? Is this a suspended platform?"

I saw a blood mist chaos under the stone platform, and the cold and piercing breath surged like a tide, drilling straight into the bone marrow.

Qingchen squinted his eyes, trying to penetrate the hazy blood mist and see the scene at the bottom of the abyss.

However, except for a vague turbid river, flowing slowly in the yellow haze, everything else was blurry, as if covered by an invisible veil.

......

It took Qingchen a pack of cigarettes to step onto this stone platform.

During this period of time, there were no monsters that suddenly attacked, nor were there any dangerous restrictions.

There was only deathly silence, biting coldness, and the endless blood mist.

"Iron chains across the river? Could it be that the test of this level requires me to cross this iron chain floating bridge and reach the other side?"

Qingchen thought to himself, and in a moment, three armored corpses appeared beside him like shadows, protecting him firmly in the center.

At the same time, the white bone demon banner also quietly appeared beside him.

In the passage before, he tried to merge the power of "Acalanatha" and "Formless Demon God".

At that time, he was able to deal with it easily, so he was not in a hurry to sacrifice the white bone demon banner.

However, this place was obviously strange and unusual, and Qingchen did not dare to be careless at all, and immediately sacrificed the demon banner without hesitation.

After all, it is better to be careful than to be safe.

Hundreds of resentful ghosts appeared in the sky above Qingchen, led by a ‘resentful ghost general’ with the aura of the eighth level of Qi Refining.

At the same time, more than twenty ‘bone demons’ also appeared in front, led by a ‘bone giant wolf’ with the aura of the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Qingchen's mind moved, and a trace of demon seed consciousness attached to the leading ‘resentful ghost general’ and ‘bone giant wolf’ through the ‘bone demon banner’, ordering them to lead the ghost soldiers to explore the way.

"Go ahead and explore the way."

After receiving Qingchen's order, a group of ghosts and monsters walked towards the ‘iron chain floating bridge’ in a mighty manner.

However, not long after those resentful ghosts flew out, they seemed to be pressed down by something heavy, and their bodies became heavy and their speed slowed down a lot.

The weak resentful ghosts fell on the floating bridge one after another, and those who failed to land on the floating bridge slid directly into the abyss below and disappeared.

Qingchen frowned, knowing that this ‘iron chain floating bridge’ seemed to have a significant restriction on flying in the air.

Although the ‘ghost general’ could still stay suspended, its speed had been greatly reduced.

At this moment, the ‘giant white bone wolf’ and a group of white bone demon soldiers also walked onto the floating bridge.

They walked steadily and did not seem to be affected much.

However, when they stepped onto the floating bridge, Qingchen suddenly sensed a strange fluctuation.

He concentrated and sensed it, and saw a wooden tablet on the floating bridge with some words engraved on it:

Liusha River, Naraku Bridge, Ruoshui is cold, and it is difficult to cross the pass.

“Liusha River? Ruoshui?”

Qingchen looked at the words and couldn’t help but murmur in his heart.

Ruoshui, that is the coldest and most yin water in the world, so heavy that even birds can hardly fly over it.

Once a person falls into it, he will be eroded in the blink of an eye without even a bone residue left.

How could there be such a thing as Ruoshui in this Xueba Mansion?

"Could it be that a great master in ancient times really projected a shadow of the 'Three Thousand Weak Waters' here?" Qing Chen pondered in his heart.

He remembered that his master, Immovable Immortal, had given him a jade slip in which he had speculated on the various "strange trials" in the Forgotten Mansion.

The trials in this Forgotten Mansion have never been repeated, and each time they are completely different.

The contents of these trials obviously cannot all come from this small Juexian Island.

They are more likely to come from various immortal mountains and rivers, or from ghost caves and demon caves.

In this way, it can only be that a "great master" has captured a piece of "spirituality" from somewhere, combined with various restrictions and formations, and turned it into a trial here.

Qingchen pondered in his heart, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that his master's speculation was very likely.

But to achieve this level, are the gods of the Moon Worship Sect really so terrifying?

Or is it because there are fifth-level formation masters among them that they have such incredible abilities?

"This demon banner has a lot of roots, and it is definitely not comparable to ordinary magic weapons."

Relying on the magical power of the 'Bone Demon Banner', the demon consciousness attached to the resentful ghost demon soldiers was able to transmit some images back.

If he only relied on his own spiritual consciousness, under the suppression of the spiritual consciousness by the Forbidden Mansion, he might not be able to probe even a distance of ten feet.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, a feeling of fear and trembling came to his heart.

After traveling only a hundred feet, an unknown object suddenly emerged from the blood mist and swallowed the 'resentful ghost general' in one gulp.