Jiuqiu Mountain is located in the northwest of the capital. The mountain has nine peaks and its direction is naturally similar to the nine stars of the Beidou. Therefore, it is named after Taotang, Youshu, Mengying, Kunwu, Heibai, Chiwang, Guanwei, Wufu, and Shen, which is Jiuqiu.

After Yuan Qingwei entered it, he knew why no one had ever investigated and dealt with the problem.

Here, because the nine peaks are in line with the nine stars of the Big Dipper, the inspiration is strong, but the South Dipper is in life and the Big Dipper is in death. The power of the Big Dipper is converging, which reverses the boundaries of life and death, blurs the void. According to the derivative direction of the martial arts of heaven and earth, most deduction methods and tracking methods cannot play much role here, and even the spiritual sense of the warrior will be greatly suppressed.

But Yuan Qing was very different. After he had expected it, he turned to Qiu Han and Yun Sheng and said, "You wait and wait outside, I want to investigate again."

"Yes!" Qiu Han and Yun Sheng nodded and left. Yuan Qingwei took out the Sancai Vision Mirror and looked around. The law of the three talents in heaven, earth, and man appeared on the mirror, and countless auras surged.

A force hidden in the dark seemed to be about to stop it. Yuan Qingwei called gently at the projection of Qingwei Palace in the sea of ​​consciousness, causing a breath to fall, suppress the force, and then carefully observe the void.

Illusory seal scripts emerged, countless streams of light flashed, forming an extremely huge formation. Yuan Qingwei carefully observed the seal script above, and from it he saw traces of more than a dozen schools.

And some of these schools were known to him, and some were indeed unheard of, and obviously did not originate from the same world.

But these schools are very harmonious in this formation. Yuan Qingwei couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Although it is not perfect, it can allow so many core theories to go in a completely different way, tolerate and coexist with each other. Ling Youjun is also a well-deserved genius, which is a pity...'

Yuan Qingwei stood in place for three or four days to observe. During this period, he used the power of Qingwei Palace to suppress it and support his wisdom and authority, and finally absorbed the information in it. Then he reversely deduced Ling Youjun's ideas. After grasping 30 or 40% of it, he bounced his fingers.

A ray of light flew out and landed on more than a dozen interlaced nodes of seal scripts. Then the huge formation trembled slightly, but returned to normal the next moment. However, compared to the original, there was an extra space in front of Yuan Qingwei that only one person could enter.

Walking into it, Yuan Qingwei saw an extremely huge spiritual root, a huge tree entangled by countless blood-colored vines, like a giant tree.

These vines grow inside Jiuqiu Mountain, with the intersection of the nine peaks as the core, and are in a strange state of superposition and non-stacking with the outside world. They expand outwards overwhelmingly, and countless red flowers bloom on the vines.

Although the color looks monotonous, it does not feel boring if you look closely. Blood-red, light red, pink, crimson and other reds are the main body, and it is accompanied by mixed colors such as purple, blue, white and red.

Each petal has its own aura, either sacred, dark, evil, or mysterious, and various shapes, revealing the changes in the way of blood.

However, the place where Yuan Qingwei's attention was most concerned about was the corpses under the vines.

Some of these corpses died without being stiff, with a lifelike appearance; some were as thin as firewood, with almost only skeletons left; some were exhausted from flesh and blood, with only white bones left; some were even more miserable, with only broken limbs and broken arms left, and no complete corpses were seen.

Among these countless corpses, there was a man wearing a Taoist robe and sitting cross-legged. He had a very faint vitality than those corpses that were also dead but not stiff and had a lifelike appearance.

Yuan Qingwei stepped forward, and the corpse opened his eyes: "You are here!"

"Ling Youjun? Are you still alive?" Yuan Qingwei looked at the person in front of him in surprise, but he didn't want the other party to shake his head and said, "I'm dead. What I'm left here now is just a wisp of my soul that was seriously assimilated by Qingwei Palace!"

"What does it mean?" Yuan Qing frowned slightly.

"You should have a vague concept of the origin of Qingwei Palace!"

Yuan Qing replied carefully: "The remains of the battle between the higher heaven and earth."

"Well!" Ling Youjun did not doubt and nodded directly: "It's not wrong to say this! You can guess the word "fight" and you also realize that there are actually two auras in Qingwei Palace guiding us. One should be the power of Qingwei Palace itself, guiding us to become the masters of Qingwei Palace. The other is trying to devour us and assimilate us. Since we entered, we will start to constantly pollute our foundation."

"Then is the power to protect this strand of residual soul that protects you the previous or the next?" Yuan Qingwei asked the most critical question.

"Of course it's the latter!" Ling Youjun replied without hiding it.

"The power of Qingwei Palace itself is just guiding the appearance of the master. Apart from traveling through time and space and improving the martial arts, it will not interfere in our own affairs at all. The next wave is different. The erosion every moment will cause us to fall into depravity at any time."

Speaking of this, Ling Youjun said in a little fear: "Even after successfully resisting, our souls will be affected by this force, and there will be subtle changes, which will increase the success rate of the next erosion. And I am the eroded souls at the time..."

"Then you..." Yuan Qingwei asked the second key question.

"This is still the blessing of Jianmu!"

As he said that, Ling Youjun turned his head to look at the bloody vine behind him and sighed: "On that day, we sacrificed ourselves and made seals, but we did not want to integrate the bloodlines of gods and demons into it, making Jianmu turn into a bloodline treasure tree in our world, as one of the cores that support the movement of our world. And as the core of the sacrifice, I was also blessed by Jianmu, and left a ray of the most tenacious soul after the soul was scattered."

"So that's it!" Yuan Qing nodded slightly and said, "But I have a doubt."

"What doubt?"

Yuan Qingwei told the question of the decline of the bloodline of the martial arts world and asked: "Since Jianmu has become one of the cores supporting the movement of the world, why will the bloodline of the gods and demons decline?"

"This is my fault!" Ling Youjun sighed again, and he slowly explained the reason.

"After my death, the remnant soul lost most of its reason and instinctively extracted the bloodline information of the gods and demons in Jianmu. Originally, according to the original situation, my favor would decrease with the increase in bloodlines, and eventually lose protection, just like the dry bones around me."

"But by chance, by the time I was drawn, the first heavenly being who refined his bloodline appeared. His appearance was equivalent to guiding the heaven and earth. After the collapse of Jianmu, the will of heaven and earth that had rejected gods and demons began to love the bloodlines produced by these heaven and earth, which made my favor become stronger."
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