‘What is hidden in the Ivy?’ After watching Dai Xingwei walk away, Yuan Qingwei turned around and looked at the Ivy Academy. A faint light appeared in his eyes, observing the changes in the ivy aura.

Unfortunately, his power is still too weak. Even with the protection of the Qingwei Palace aura and the blessings of the Jiuxiao Jinshou, he cannot see through the barrier of the above literary spirit.

This observation lasted for three days. While Liu Ming was running around the Ivy League to collect information, Yuan Qingwei would also come to the Ivy League Academy to look at the air while protecting him in secret.

After a long period of observation, he still gained some gains. At least he had a clear understanding of the Ivy's defense system and even discovered some small loopholes. Moreover, shortly after the evening self-study on campus on the third day, Yuan Qingwei noticed a fleeting turbid air rising from the Ivy's Academy.

Relying on the mysterious Yuan Qingwei Palace, Yuan Qingwei jumped over the barrier of literary energy and quietly entered the Ivy Academy, induced the power of Qingwei Palace, and transferred his body to the Jile Spirit House. Then he used the power of Jile Spirit House to bless the Yin God, constantly adapting to the changes in the surrounding literary energy. Before the people in the academy discovered something wrong, they escaped into the Yin world. Through repeated yin and yang shuttles, avoiding the suppression of literary energy, and successfully came to the environment where the deceased was before the other party arrived.

In a study room where the lights were just turned off, Yuan Qingwei's Yin Shen just entered it and felt a strong atmosphere of chaos.

"Is this?" Yuan Qing looked up slightly and felt that his Yin God was under a considerable oppression.

The power of the study room is full of decay and stenchy smells, and the walls are covered with countless rotten flesh and wriggling blood vessels. I don’t know if it is blood or some rotten liquid. As the flesh and blood squirms, it emits a terrifying aura.

A young man was wrapped in flesh and blood, and his chest emitted a faint light, not sure whether it was given by the college or the family to protect him. At this time, the faint light was struggling to resist the invasion of rotten liquid, but strands of black gas were spreading across his body, and each black gas had a ferocious human face.

'This thought! How could it be so depraved?' Looking at the black gas, Yuan Qing's Yin Yin God's pupils contracted slightly due to his usual physiological instincts, but before he could even find out, he heard strange laughs: "Hehehe...hoho...haha..."

A strange and distorted sound rang out. Yuan Qingwei noticed that the flesh and blood in front of the boy began to quickly squirm towards a point, turning into a piece of meat similar to a human-shaped piece. The moment the meat appeared, the light on the boy's body was broken, the blood vessels under his skin expanded, turning into tentacles and rushing out from under the gradually melting skin. The bones seemed to disappear at first, and the whole person lost support, and the flesh and blood were squirming in place like a mollusc.

"Damn it!" Looking at the scene in front of you, Yuan Qingwei hurriedly recited the meditation curse in his heart. He vaguely guessed that the other party might have made a hole in the Jiuzhou barrier.

Although this hole was very small, it successfully exposed part of the essence of the spiritual world to Yuan Qingwei. It was not simply chaos and depravity. It was a force full of contradictions. It was obviously chaotic but also with some rules, and it was obviously regular but anti-order. Moreover, when I saw those rotten flesh and blood, my ears were also filled with crazy dreams. The strange and mysterious Taoist rule was born from nothingness, telling Yuan Qingwei the secrets of the world and causing a great impact on Yuan Qingwei who faced flesh and blood.

He knew why there were many prides of heaven in all dynasties who were infected by the spiritual world and fell into despair.

Because the secrets that those crazy dreams tell are true and are different from the other side of the great way that Yuan Qingwei saw in the main world. He could clearly feel that as long as he accepted these principles and principles, whether it was to achieve the realm of the master or enter the realm of the heavenly master, it was only a matter of time.

"Bastard! Who wants to be that kind of thing!" Under the stimulation of those crazy words, Yuan Qingwei also became very irritable. He also ignited the power of the Jiuxiao Golden Ribbon and the breath of Qingwei Palace. He roared and broke free from the attraction of those Taoist principles. He took a step back and left the study room, lost visual contact, and the other party did not expand outward. Yuan Qingwei Yin Shen suddenly regained some of his original agility.

After looking at my palm, I found that it was a limb formed by the condensation of spirit, but at this time I had some flesh and blood characteristics, and strands of spiritual breath condensed, causing granulation on the surface of my skin to squirm, looking extremely strange.

At the same time, the power of the Pure Land Spirit House that blessed him around him was also full of twisted and depraved aura. Yuan Qingwei decisively cut off the connection between himself and the Jiuxiao Jinshou. Let the connection between the two become the unilateral influence of the Jiuxiao Jinshou against him, and the possibility of his own breath flowing back to the Jiuxiao Jinshou.

Losing the return of Yuanqing's mild breath, the Jiuxiao Jinshou lost the ability to adapt to the surrounding literary energy, and the surging and mutated power of the Jile Spirit House was immediately exposed to the literary energy.

"How dare you do this!" An angry shout sounded from above, and from every corner of the Ivy League Academy, words that were hard to see invisible to the naked eye formed a beautiful article covering the entire college. The gray-black aura originally above the righteous energy was instantly dispersed by the surge in righteous energy, and the dazzling and vast literary energy then turned into a long river and fell. Yuan Qing's mild Yin Spirit seemed to be exposed to the noon sunlight, and his whole body was in unbearable pain.

‘Let’s go!’ A thought flashed through his mind. Yuan Qingwei induced the breath of Qingwei Palace, stabilized the steady flow of righteous energy, escaped into the Yin world, and then entered the Qingwei Palace. He did not choose to let the Yin God return to his body, nor did he think about going to the martial arts world and the immortal god world to clean up the negative forces on his body.

Facing the essence of the spiritual world, he has a deeper recognition of the speculation that he had half regarded as a joke at the time.

The main world is a reef, the spiritual world is an ocean, the weakness and strength of the main world's power is just the tide changes of the spiritual ocean.

Whether this guess is right or wrong, Yuan Qingwei did not have the courage to go to the rest of the world with a full body of spiritual aura.

Who knows if he would lead the power of the spiritual world to the rest of the world with such a breath?

In response, Yuan Qingwei said that although he was selfish, he did not want the creatures of a world to pay for what he did before he had no choice.

He entered Qingwei Palace, and with the help of the power of the palace, he suppressed the remaining breath of the spiritual world that was still trying to guide him to fall, and then carefully watched the changes in Qingwei Palace.
Chapter completed!