In front of Leng Lingqiu's eyes, it was originally a steep slope like a cliff. But the steep slope gradually sloped, turning into a slightly angled slope that could barely be climbed.

Because of the long-term urging of the Wind Bead, the Wind Bead on the top of Wu Yu's head has melted away. Of course, he could have taken out another one, but the constant urging had almost exhausted his true qi. He had to stop and sit on the slope and use the Pure Yang Pill to restore his true qi.

Beneath the feet of the two of them looked like a majestic steep mountain. But what is truly peculiar is that the mountain is not located directly in the wilderness, but is encased in an even greater and more incomparable ghost howling palace.

When you look up overhead, you can see not the pitch-black sky and snow-white stars, but the sky-high dome that cannot be seen, as if it is another universe in the mountains.

The outer mountain wall in front of you is covered with countless holes. The intense sunlight of the sun star shone from outside, as if through the mottled shadows of the trees, forming countless magnificent pillars of colorful light, like countless glazed treasure pillars, hitting the road to heaven where they rested.

Although the dome could not be seen, the mountain within the mountain under their feet was not far from the peak. Even if they no longer use the Wind Orb, they can still walk up with their feet up.

The stone walls beneath their feet are not entirely smooth. Instead, it is covered with countless lines left by the original excavation. These lines are extremely thick, the thickness of steps common in human buildings. They can even climb up these "steps".

It's just that the steps go in a strange direction, changing from time to time. Sometimes perpendicular to the direction in which they climb, it is just convenient. It's just the same direction as they are walking, which makes people feel in the way.

Fortunately, Wu Yu and Leng Lingqiu are both foundation building monks. This trouble doesn't bother them. After Wu Yu initially recovered his true qi, he took Leng Lingqiu's hand and followed these crooked chisel marks all the way up.

That demented-like Ouyang Pan still followed like a plaster. The two people in front of him flew and he flew. The first two stopped to rest, and he also stopped to rest. Now Wu Leng and the others continued to move up, and he also followed more than ten steps below to continue on foot.

The more he walked up, the more uneasy Leng Lingqiu became. The slope is getting gentler and the view is gradually visible. Hundreds of steps ahead, she could see a strange bulging stone platform. There is an even stranger shape of the throne on this stone platform. From that seat, you can see everything on the slope.

The lines on the slope have become extremely regular, and it is completely a concentric garden with the throne as the center, arranged in circles like terraces. Although it is inconvenient to go up and down here, it is like a place where an imperial dynasty sees his ministers.

The emperor is high on the top of a huge mountain. The ministers were distinguished by their status and status, and lived on different steps, looking up to the monarch together, and discussing the affairs of the imperial dynasty.

The inconvenience is only for humans. Humans have to use flying magic weapons to get up and down, which is quite troublesome. And the ghost owl just flapped its wings and came up.

What really made Leng Lingqiu uneasy was this glance, except for the throne, there was no spiritual fluctuation of any treasure at all.

On the throne, she could clearly see a skeleton seated. In the skeleton's eyes, strange black flames continued to overflow, and at first glance it looked like some kind of evil thing.

She looked at Wu Yu beside her suspiciously. Wu Yu completely ignored her existence, just stared blankly at the skeleton, as if he had seen some heavy treasure, his eyes were extremely eager and hot, and the steps under his feet became more and more urgent.

"Wu Yu ......" Leng Lingqiu pulled his wrist. As if he hadn't heard it at all, he was about to continue walking up, but he felt someone else pull him. This made him feel irritated, and he shook his hand and said, "Annoying!

Leng Lingqiu was unhappy in his heart. But she suddenly felt that Wu Yu had never spoken to her like this before, could it be that her mind was controlled by something? So she grabbed his wrist fiercely and pulled it hard, and she asked loudly, "What's wrong with you?"

Wu Yu seemed to come back to his senses at this time, and immediately pretended that nothing was wrong, and said, "It's nothing." Let's go. ”

"Slow. Leng Lingqiu pointed to the skeleton on the throne, "What is that? ”

Wu Yu smiled mysteriously, and a black light seemed to shoot out of his eyes: "That is the inheritance of the Dark Night King, the ancestor of the Ghost Owl! All the cultivation techniques, secret magic powers, and all the secret locations he knows are all in that group of divine thoughts! Now that group of divine thoughts has no owner, and it has been sealed for ten thousand years, it is already extremely weak. As long as I go over and absorb this divine thought, then all of this will be mine!"

Leng Lingqiu's heart was shocked. The inheritance of an ancient power is in front of her, and even she is inevitably a little tempted. But is it really that simple? It all seemed strange to her.

The beauty of Wu Yu's statement is that what he said is the truth, and there is no lie, but it is not the whole truth. He said that the mind was weak, and that was true.

But he didn't say that there was a blood-devouring god-holding array here, absorbing the flesh and primordial spirits of these foundation-building monks who fought and died in the Ghost Howling Palace at any time and constantly consolidating themselves and becoming stronger. Of course, he himself did not know all this.

It is not for nothing that the ancient power of leaving a legacy with a wisp of divine thought. It's just that the wisps of divine thoughts are generally very weak, and they only retain some of the memories that the great power wants to be passed on. After the recipient is fused, there will not be too many side effects except for some extra memories in the brain.

Once you merge with a god who can continue to prey on others to maintain yourself, no one knows what will happen. Who fused whom, who is the product of fusion, or is it not?

Leng Lingqiu couldn't see all this. What she could see was that on the throne on the top of the mountain, there was indeed a weak divine thought. But her natural caution still reminded her. If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

"The Legacy of the Night King...... If it really exists, and it's in the Night Blind Mountain," Leng Lingqiu suddenly frowned, "Why hasn't the sect found out?"

In fact, Wu Yu didn't know how he knew. That's how these thoughts got into his head for no reason. But he always had to find a reason to be perfunctory, so he said:

"My martial arts family has an ancestral secret record of excavation, which records this. This time we happened to be caught up in here, and I thought, maybe this is our chance. ”

Leng Lingqiu stopped in his footsteps and said to him, "Wu Yu, Master told me that cultivation must have a righteous heart. Cultivators who are tempted by those shortcuts to the left will not end well. Let's find another way, and leave the inheritance here to the elders. ”

Wu Yu changed color suddenly, but he calmed down again in an instant, and said, "You know my qualifications, how can I cultivate the Great Dao of Immortality? I'm afraid it will be very difficult to even marry a Dan before the age of thirty."

"Do you also know why the martial arts family would invest so many resources in you? Could it be that those old men really value you as a daughter-in-law? Aren't they trying to use your qualifications to forcibly push my realm up with me?

"Do you know how many sequelae that will leave you? The realm that fell has to be rebuilt, but it's harder than climbing to the sky. They just want to use you as a stepping stone.

"But now the opportunity is just around the corner. As long as I get the inheritance of the Night King, to hell with any qualifications and any family. I don't want you to be a stepping stone.

"Let them be stupid and invest their resources in you, and when the time comes, we will marry together and the Purple Mansion together. As long as I have the day of ascension, I will one day take you to the Three Realms and never grow old with the sky!"

Leng Lingqiu was silent when she heard this, but after a while, she said, "I can't think of being so far away from being immortal." Of the thousands of cultivators in the world, how many of them can live forever? As long as you have nothing to do in front of you, you can live one more day. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, a large blood-red kite appeared in a pillar of light above her head, flying over their heads. At the same time, a golden wooden nail, like a dart, broke through the air from the giant kite, turned into a line of streamer, and hit Wu Yu's eyebrows!