A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

A light arc of more than thirty lengths appeared over the altar at over a hundred lengths.

The arc is white, and the widest part is four or five feet wide, with lunar teeth. It's a rare giant space crack. It's just that the cracks were previously obscured by some kind of restraint. No one has ever noticed such a horrible presence in the sky with so many great and divine former infant monks here.

Is this the entrance to the so-called Garden of Spirituality?

Watching the visible distortion and deformation of space, even Wei never had the courage to break into this crack. After all, the cleavage of the power of this space is not something that the monks of this world can resist. No wonder Wei couldn't help but get angry!

“The Garden of Spirituality was originally a presence between the Spiritual World and our human world, and in order to enter this space, nature must resort to the space cracks here. Just twist and twist to open the entrance to the Garden of Spirituality. Don't worry. Of course I won't let you just barge in. There's another way to get you in temporarily. However, there are certain risks involved. I'm only 60-70% sure I can make it. These Khmer period don't go. They're not doing enough, they're just going to die.” Confucian swept everyone's eyes and said faintly.

“Sixty-seventy percent sure? How come you never said that before you came here?” The Ghost Gate is a little pale.

“What's the difference? Don't say 60-70% hope, it's only a 2-3% chance, the few of you will not give up.” Confucius sneered.

The Ghost Gate Master looked at Confucius and the cold light flashed in his eyes. Suddenly he raised his hand and there was an extra red token in his hand.

“What are you gonna do?” At first sight, Confucius changed the face of the token and flew backwards in alarm, drinking aloud.

But the Ghost Gate Master did not give a word, gently shook the token in his hand, the blood on the token drained, the reflexed and flying Confucianism screamed, and fell directly from the low altitude to the ground. At the same time, a blood-red weird symbol appeared on his skin, spinning constantly, as if embedded inside and outside his body, so weird.

“Spirit curse?” Wang Tiangu was shocked at this scene and couldn't help but look at it.

Wei Wuwei heard the words, and the color of God was one of the movements.

“Is this one of the ghost gate spells? I've heard that this technique is more poisonous than ordinary anti-theistic techniques. Any monk who has been subjected to this curse has a broken soul almost between the minds of the man who cast the curse.” Wei stared at the Confucianism rolling on the ground and asked silently.

“Hey, hey! Brother Wei has certainly met Hiroshi. I'm using exactly this spell. This spirit is just a distraction of the human incarnation of the past years. I really thought I was the invincible human being of that year. I dare not know how good it is. Naturally, the owner of this door will be slightly disciplined.” Master Ghost Gate turned his eyes and replied with a laugh.

Wei nodded endlessly and said nothing more. For them, a single soul, even if it had more history, would not allow them to be so arrogant.

And Confucian seemed to be suffering greatly, and every time the bloody symbol flashed, his body could not help but tremble. His face was filled with painful expressions as he rolled his head on the ground with both hands.

His torture lasted a long time, and even his ghost body began to blur and become unstable.

In this case, the Ghost Gatekeeper waved the token, carelessly stopped the secret.

“You should know some lessons by now. Even if your memory is the same as in the past, it's just a broken soul. Don't do anything stupid again. Otherwise, next time, it won't be so light a punishment. Though the owner of Linghuan must enter, he never wants to be dragged by the nose. But don't worry. As long as you lead the way honestly, the master of this door promises you that you will never break his word.” The Ghost Gate Master Ewey concurrently said.

“Got it, I'll open the entrance.” After the Confucian rose, the green light flashed on his body, and his body instantly re-solidified, but the divine color was unusually calm.

Ghost Gate Master saw Confucianism's expression, some very surprised, his pupils shrunk and he was about to say something else, but Confucianism flashed green light, his body floated and flew slowly towards the cracks in the sky.

Ghost Gate? The doorman had reached the voice and eyes of the mouth and had to swallow. After all, it is more important to open the entrance to the garden than to teach each other a lesson.

Wei was silent and watched Confucianism coldly. I wonder what he can do to get them through such a terrible crack.

When Confucius flew more than twenty years away from the space crack, his figure stopped.

Looking up at the huge crack in the top of his head for a moment, his face revealed a strange colour, suddenly a mouth, a lump of green light gushing out of his mouth. The green light is wrapped in a dark, inky thumb bead that drifts and floats constantly in front of you.

The Confucianism that sprayed the bead became pale and bloodless, and the spirit suddenly withered, as if most of the soul strength had been sucked away by the bead.

“Go”

Nonetheless, Confucius barely pointed a finger at the ball and threw up lightly in his mouth.

Spiritual light flashing on the ink ball, flashing into the air.

The Ghost Gate Master and others saw the scene, and his face looked surprised. What can such a bead do?

At a time of suspicion in the hearts of Ghost Gate and others, the beads were affected by the suction force in the fracture as soon as they approached the space fracture several long distances away.

When the white light flashed and the nearby space twisted, the beads instantly disappeared.

At one time, the spatial rifts were still as usual. Nothing unusual happened.

At this time, however, Confucianism, originally close to the space cracks, was shaken in shade and fell straight down. The distance between the crack and the eye widened.

Wei Wuwei and others stunned for a moment, and yet to understand what he meant by this, a burst of dull noise suddenly appeared in the space crack.

Then at the center of the white, there was a green light flashing, then the green light dramatically grew, turning into a large inky green group, the light glistened above, and the sound of the sharp sound followed.

“Next, let's look at your magic. Simply inject your spiritual energy into the green light and you'll be able to completely open the path to the Garden of Spirituality.” When the Confucian was born on the altar, he spoke plainly.

Wei Wuyan and Wang Tiangu saw this strange situation and couldn't help but glance at it and reveal a little suspicion.

“Give it a try. See if it really works?” The Master of the Ghost Gate was also resolute and abnormal. After a little silence, he said so.

Wei Lifetime frowned for a moment, but after a glance at the dark green light group, he still didn't say anything. Naturally Wang Tiangu had no objection.

When the three of them stood apart and pinched at the same time, and then lifted their hands, three different colored light columns sprayed out of their hands, striking directly at the inky green light mass in the space cracks. The three men were shallow at first sight.

Wei infinitely shot a green spiritual column in his hand, with a thick bowl mouth. The spiritual gatekeeper and Wang Tian Gu's spiritual light columns were small and about the same size.

Instead, it gets a dark green light group infused with pounding spiritual power in the three pillars, and the sharp sound rises, while the shape begins to expand outward by an inch.

A moment later, at the center of the green light, a black hole gradually formed, initially only the size of a ruler, the depth inside is unpredictable, no idea where it leads.

Ghost Gate and others saw this, but their hearts suddenly rejoiced. The presence of this anomaly means that the Confucius did not deceive them.

When the three men were spiritually flowing, the column of light in their hands became thicker and thicker at the same time, and the ink-green light in the cracks grew thicker.

After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the black hole in the center had expanded to three feet in size. Seems like you can barely fly in alone. But Confucius looked aside and suddenly said calmly:

“Now you can go in though. But the entrance to the Garden of Spirituality is unstable. I don't have a second breaking bead to open the channel. If you don't want to go in and not be able to go back. It is advisable to continue to inject spiritual energy so that the space passage is firmly secured. ”

After listening to this, Wei Fengwei and others were shocked, but also looked at some shaking black holes. However, he really did not dare to withdraw the spiritual power in his hand, so he continued to mobilize the power and persevere.

Clearly, however, stabilizing the black channel and opening it consumes more spiritual power, and a little while later, the black channel still does not appear to have stabilized.

At this moment, there was some suspicion in the master of the ghost gate, but he said to the three disciples of Knight Dan in an unsolicited manner:

“You three should come and help. Fixed lower, but better than nobody! ”

“It's Master Gate! ”

When the three disciples heard the words, they dared not slacken, but similarly gathered their spiritual strength into several pillars and shot them into the air.

Confucius stood in place and watched it all without a face.

Time's running out. When Wei Wuwei and others injected the small semi-psychic force into the crack, the black passage finally stabilized and there was no more shaking at all.

With a long breath in their hearts, these people finally paused the light column in their hands with peace of mind.

“Does this passage really lead to the Garden of Spirituality?” The Ghost Gatekeeper narrowed his eyes and asked as soon as he had collected his powers.

Confucius listened to this speech and did not intend to answer it. Instead, Wei Wuwei asked back:

“Should not be false. I have sensed on the other side of this aisle, there is a very large place” Wei Licking Lips without a trace, the color of the divine movement.

The rest of us are not aware enough to transmit God out of the channel, but when we hear this, we are overjoyed.

“Since Brother Wei said so, it seems to be true. But just to be careful, try saying it again.” Wang Tianggu withstood the unusual excitement in his heart, a shaking robe sleeve, a black mist coming out of his sleeve, hidden inside a kid, and flew straight into the channel.

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