Somewhere, hundreds of meters above the ground, in a hole the size of three football fields, the lights were bright. On a huge altar, a stone monument that looks very ordinary is erected.

Looking closer, the stele is about two meters high and about one meter long and wide. It looks very heavy, and there are many runes depicted on it, which looks a little mysterious. The reason why it is ordinary is because this stone tablet does not have any spiritual power or magic power.

Looking back over the stele, I saw a monk wrapped in black fog chanting words at the stele. His hands poked out of the black mist, thin as skeletons. The skull-like hands kept pinching the spell, and the black light continued to flow towards the stone tablet with obscure incantations.

If you look closely, there is a half-finger-long crack in the place where the stone tablet and the altar meet, and a thick black mist is coming out of the crack. And these black fogs are being bound by a large net with golden threads. Even these gold threads continued to shrink and retreat towards that small crack.

Seeing this, the monk couldn't help but laugh, "It's coming, it's coming. The voice was distinctly relaxed and joyful.

The dry hands moved faster and faster, and the black light emitted from the fingertips increased. And the gold thread is getting denser and denser, and it is shrinking faster and faster.

When the golden thread was about to be pasted on the stone tablet, the black mist that had been struggling inside for a long time vibrated violently, the monk's face changed greatly, and the movements of his hands accelerated the more he moved, but as if there was a counterforce, the greater the pressure he exerted, the more intense the black mist struggled.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a black thread as thin as a hair broke free from the golden thread and passed through the monk's defense, directly at the center of his eyebrows.

At the same time, as if the pause button had been pressed, the monk froze there. The spell in his hand also stopped, but although he stopped casting the spell, the golden thread did not disperse, and the black mist did not struggle anymore, but was very obediently driven back to the crack by the golden thread.

After driving the black mist back, the golden thread was firmly attached to the crack. Don't let the slightest bit of black fog come through.

And then the monk, who had been frozen for a quarter of an hour, finally moved. He withdrew his hand in mid-air, then twisted his neck, then reached out and tore it away as if he was disgusted that it was in the way. Revealing a head full of gray hair and a face full of wrinkles and dark spots.

"Well, that's old!" he tugged at his chapped lips and made a rough sound. He frowned, and moved the black spot on the side of his eyebrows, and then he waved a water mirror in front of him, "Well, it's ugly." ”

With a disgusted wave of his hand, the water mirror disappeared in an instant.

He looked back at the huge stone monument and pulled out a smile, "Boundary monuments?" and he pulled out a smile as he glanced at the crack at the bottom that was covered with gold thread. Retracting his gaze towards the door of the secret room, he thought for a moment and headed towards the door.

The moment he walked to the gate, the smile on his face disappeared, and he raised his hand and put on his hood, and it was the same Mo as before.

Boom~ With a heavy sound, the boulder door was opened, and the Shang Sect Master appeared in front of him.

"Great Elder, what's wrong with the crack?" Sect Master Shang didn't expect to see the Great Elder a little strange as soon as he opened the door, but compared to this, the matter of the crack made him even more anxious.

"It's all right. The Great Elder said in a hoarse voice.

"No, it's okay?" Sect Master Shang blinked, and then said excitedly, "You mean that the sealing formation is useful, and the crack has been sealed?"

"Well, go see for yourself, my magic is a bit overdrawn this time. The Great Elder said, as if to confirm his words, his voice was also visibly weak.

"Are you okay?" Although Sect Master Shang wanted to take a look at the situation of the boundary monument immediately, he couldn't help but care when he heard the Great Elder say that he was full of magic power.

"It's okay, it's okay to be in retreat for a year and a half. The Great Elder waved his hand absently.

"That's good, so be it, I'll have someone send you two thousand years of blood condensation mushroom in a moment. Sect Master Shang said, although he was a little distressed, but he was not so distressed when he thought of the big thing that was pressing on his heart.

"Hmm. The Great Elder waved his hand, he himself was not short of spiritual objects, but since others wanted to give him them, he would naturally not refuse.

After bidding farewell to the Great Elder, Sect Master Shang couldn't wait to walk into the secret room, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the tiny crack was being covered by a thin golden net.

"Great, great. Now he doesn't have to worry about being caught in the front and back.

On the other side, Wu Meng finally came to the foot of the Extreme Dao Peak after some tossing.

"Mengmeng, this is it!" the housekeeper said and projected the monitored image in front of Wu Meng, it was a huge black hemisphere, and she didn't know what was under the hemisphere.

'Hmm. Wu Meng nodded, and was not happy about it, because even if she knew that the thing was here, she had no way for the time being, and it was obviously not feasible to split her with the Sky Splitting Sword Technique.

Let's see if there's any other way to get in. ’

If you can't enter from the outside, there's only one entrance. According to the information I have gathered, there must be a secret passage leading to the bottom of the Extreme Dao Peak. You see. Then a curved 'pipe' appeared on the side of the semi-sphere leading to the top of the mountain.

However, the pipe has a branch 100 meters from the hemisphere, and this branch is very long, and it is unknown where it leads.

Wu Meng's eyes lit up, "Butler, see how the defense of this passage is?" If you can't directly enter the hemisphere, you can try it from the pipeline first.

The energy on the channel is only one-tenth of that of the hemisphere, and I'm going to check it right now. The butler said at once.

A hundred meters from the ground, in a temporary two-meter round hole, Wu Meng held the Wentian Sword and swiped lightly towards the wall in front of him, and a dark red giant net immediately appeared on the tip of the sword. But as the tip of the sword slided, the not-so-sturdy unreal net was cut through a hole.

At the same time, Wu Meng pinched the trick with one hand, and the whole person disappeared into the round hole. The moment he vanished, the hole filled with dirt out of thin air, as if it didn't exist.

In a dimly lit passageway, the air shook suddenly, and then carefully returned to normal, and not a single figure was to be seen.

The Shang Sect Master, who was meditating at the top of the Extreme Dao Peak, suddenly opened his eyes and stood up with a frown, "Who is it?" Naturally, no one answered him. He didn't need anyone to answer, only to see his figure flash into the dimly lit passage.

He walked to the exact place where the air was shaking and stopped, and his mind poked out, but found nothing. "Is it my delusion?" he shook his head, and walked down uneasily, at the end of which was a heavy stone door.

He stood in front of the stone door and stared for a few seconds, then pinched his hands......