Chapter 1183 Wu Ling Yuan Fu

Standing under the high platform, even though Wu Yan had reached the tenth level of Yuanti cultivation and his Yuanshen cultivation was more condensed than that of ordinary Mahayana cultivators, he still had an involuntary feeling of wanting to worship the high platform.

This made Wu Yan, who saw the Tianhuang Di Lao Platform for the first time, feel incredible out of thin air.

The high platform in front of him was the most famous Tianhuang Di Lao Platform on Tianhuang Island, and it was also a mysterious altar with countless years of historical legends in the entire Xianling Secret Realm.

There have always been many different opinions about the origin and purpose of this altar, but no one has ever reached a conclusion.

No one knows when it was built, and no one knows how it appeared on this Tianhuang Island.

Of course, it’s not that no one knows. Perhaps those people from the eight tribes of Tianhuang should know something more or less, but unfortunately, no one has ever been able to get any valuable information from them.

The Tianhuang Di Lao Platform in front of him gave Wu Yan an inexplicable feeling of vastness. It seemed like the incarnation of the Great Dao, and Wu Yan couldn't help but immerse himself in it.

And this inexplicable, vast and ancient breath gave Wu Yan a sense of déjà vu.

He felt as if he had seen something similar somewhere, or felt a similar breath.

This feeling was so mysterious that he didn't know how to express it in words.

Standing under the high platform, Wu Yan also felt that he was as small as an ant, and the altar was as huge and magnificent as an elephant.

What moved Wu Yan even more, in addition to the familiar and vast feeling of déjà vu, there was another breath that moved Wu Yan even more, which also existed in the old platform in front of him.

It was a kind of momentum that no matter how long the world is, no matter how the sun, moon and stars are scattered, I will still stand tall in the universe, exist forever, and be immortal forever.

Wu Yan had sensed a little of this momentum in the Chaos Temple before, but he had no chance to witness the true appearance of the treasure that gave him this feeling.

That mysterious and eternal treasure is the Shanhai Ding enshrined in the Chaos Temple.

Unfortunately, Wu Yan was accidentally captured into the Chaos Temple last time, and even almost entered the core area of ​​the Chaos Temple, but he was ultimately unable to see the treasure.

Now, at the first sight of this huge ancient altar, Wu Yan was very sure in his heart that this high platform was definitely not just an ordinary ancient tribal altar building.

It is definitely a treasure inherited from the ancient Hongmeng era and refined by a great figure!

Unfortunately, no one in the world can see its origin.

At this moment, after the one-eyed puppets drove the people of the eight tribes of Tianhuang to the altar, they scattered on both sides, formed a siege and stood still, and no longer cared about these people.

And after these people from the eight tribes of Tianhuang arrived under the high platform, they took the initiative to kneel down to the high platform. Strangely, no one had any expression on their faces, as if they were clay sculptures or wooden carvings.

The four immortal ships stopped when they were hundreds of feet away from the altar, and did not dare to move forward.

The mysterious masked monk had put away the Yunhe Flying Sky Shuttle, landed on the ground, and stood less than thirty feet away from Wu Yan. After his eyes intentionally or unintentionally swept over Wu Yan, they fell on those who were kneeling.

As more than 900 tribesmen from the eight tribes of Tianhuang knelt down, the divine patterns of the Heavenly Witch on their faces began to light up one by one.

At this time, different witch spirit phantoms, along with the divine patterns of the Heavenly Witch on their bodies, began to condense above the heads of the people from the eight tribes of Tianhuang, in various shapes.

Above the heads of the people of the Tianhuang Divine Fire Tribe, there were mostly some fire witch spirit phantoms, some were fire crows, some were fire sparrows, some were fire bees, some were fire bulls, and so on.

On the heads of the Tianhuang Shenmu tribe, there are mostly wood-type witch spirit phantoms, spirit grass, spirit flower, spirit wood, spirit vine, etc.

The other six tribesmen also have different witch spirit phantoms on their heads because of their different tribes.

This is the first time for the explorers to see this situation, and they are immediately surprised and talk about it.

Many people don’t know what those phantoms above their heads are. However, based on inference, some people speculate that this kind of witch spirit phantom should be similar to the cave spirit cultivated by the immortal cultivators.

However, the aura emitted by these witch spirit phantoms and their degree of condensation are stronger than the cave spirits of any cultivators below the virtual immortal stage.

When these witch spirit phantoms appeared, the people of the eight Tianhuang tribes were like souls leaving their bodies, all closed their eyes, and lay on the ground completely motionless.

"How weird! Those shadows on these people's heads don't seem to be simple cave spirits, but rather their souls! Look, those shadows have all kinds of expressions on their faces, and they seem to have very strong soul fluctuations!"

Someone was shocked after sensing it with his spiritual sense for a while.

"Indeed, I also sensed it. The shadows on their heads seem to be a combination of souls and cave spirits. Too weird!"

"Didn't you notice that the strange shadows on each of their heads seem to have a glowing divine symbol of varying sizes between their eyebrows! These shadows are not a combination of cave spirits and souls at all, but some kind of ancient witch spirit talismans!"

"Well, I have also seen similar records in some ancient books. It is said that the cultivation methods of the races in ancient times seem to be different from ours now. In their era, they did not cultivate the Yuanshen, but the soul Yuanfu. Once the soul Yuanfu is cultivated successfully and the great catastrophe of the Shenfu is passed, this soul Yuanfu can become an immortal existence!"

"So that's it! Why haven't I heard of it before? Could this be the secret of the immortality of these ancient ancestors of the eight tribes of Tianhuang?"

"Look! There are changes in Tianhuang Di Laotai!"

While everyone on the fairy ship was discussing, nearly a thousand blood-red long whips suddenly appeared out of thin air on Tianhuang Di Laotai.

At first glance, these blood-red long whips are as scarlet as poisonous snakes, but when you look closely, you find that they are not entities, but phantoms!

Once these blood-red long whip phantoms appeared, they each selected a target Wu Ling phantom and whipped it hard.

Seeing these blood-red long whips coming towards them, the witch spirits floating in the air all showed fear, but no one dared to dodge, and resigned themselves to the blood-red long whips.

Waves of howling wind came from the witch spirits.

Every time they were whipped by the blood-red long whips, the bodies of the witch spirits would shrink a little, and the aura on their bodies would also weaken.

After dozens of whips, all the witch spirits shrank a circle, looking extremely miserable and pitiful.

Fortunately, these blood-red long whips only wanted to punish the people of the eight tribes of Tianhuang, but not to destroy them. Therefore, after whipping dozens of whips and beating the witch spirits condensed by their soul Yuanfu, the long whips retracted into the altar.

A sneer suddenly fell from the sky above the altar.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of everyone out of thin air.

"Hehehe, you lowly people, dare to violate the rules, worship the demon insects of unknown origin without authorization, and give the wish power that should have been contributed to the spirit of the altar to those demon insects. This is your punishment!"

Wu Yan was very familiar with this voice, it was Xuanyuan Jie.

He stood in front of the eight tribes of Tianhuang, with a sneer and murderous look on his face.

"We only want to worship because we saw the ancient holy insects of the Tianwu clan, and we have no intention of betraying the spirit of the altar. Please understand, young master!"

"Yes, we dare not betray the spirit of the altar. We are a little out of control because of excitement. I hope you can understand!"

The phantoms of the witch spirits floating in the air did not dare to return to their bodies without permission from Xuanyuan Jie. They could only float there, trembling and begging for mercy under the terrible pressure from all around.

"Holy insects? What holy insects? Humph, they are just some poisonous insects. Why haven't I heard you mention them before? What holy insects do you have in the eight tribes of Tianhuang? It seems that there is no record in the classics of your tribe, right? Do you think I am easy to deceive?" Xuanyuan Jie sneered and interrupted several witch spirits who were pleading.

"We are the Heavenly Witches..."

"Okay, I don't want to listen to your explanations and nonsense! The Emperor Shenwu Cave Mansion will be opened in half a month. I don't want any accidents to happen at that time. You should arrange it for me as soon as possible! Especially some people with ulterior motives want to take the opportunity to sneak into the Emperor Shenwu Cave Mansion. I don't want this to happen. You all keep a close watch!"

Xuanyuan Jie waved his hand impatiently to interrupt their explanations, glanced coldly at Wu Yan, and then looked at Fu Qingshan's Broken Cloud Fairy Ship, then snorted coldly and flew away.

After Xuanyuan Jie left completely, the tribesmen of the eight tribes of Tianhuang dared to take the witch spirit phantoms back into their bodies one by one, and stood up to stretch their stiff muscles.

At this time, those one-eyed puppets turned into balls of light, rushed to Tianhuang Di Laotai, sank into the wall of the high platform, and disappeared.

From beginning to end, Wu Yan frowned and watched from the side without saying a word.

However, in the depths of his eyes, he naturally revealed a trace of compassion and pain that was difficult to hide.

When he saw the witch spirit phantoms appear just now, Wu Yan was 100% sure that the more than 900 people in the eight tribes of Tianhuang were definitely all descendants of the Tianwu tribe.

He never thought that the descendants of the Tianwu tribe would fall into the current situation of being slaves.

What made Wu Yan feel particularly chilled was that there was actually a special power in Tianhuang Di Laotai that sealed and imprisoned the eight descendants of the Tianwu tribe.

"This is not the place you should be now, leave quickly! If you want to wait for the opening of the Emperor Shenwu's cave, you should stay in the camp over there!"

The people of the eight tribes of Tianhuang, who had recovered some of their breath, began to drive away the people who were watching the excitement around them. Wu Yan was no exception. He was also expelled by a young man from the Tianhuang Shenmu tribe.

When Xuanyuan Jie left earlier, he deliberately glanced at him, which made the people of the eight tribes of Tianhuang notice this detail, so most of them looked at Wu Yan with unfriendly expressions.

But what puzzled Wu Yan was that although their attitude was not very good, no one came up to fight him.

Wu Yan decided to wait and see for the time being, so he did not resist and followed the crowd obediently to the temporary camp they mentioned.

However, the Wuling Yuanfu mentioned by the group of people just now made Wu Yan's heart move slightly, and he had more ideas.