There were nine cultivators standing on the nine platforms. None of them were women, they were all men. Seven of them were old men and the remaining two looked to be in their 40s. Their gazes were gloomy and filled with killing intent.
The smell of blood rushed into the sealed land as they appeared.
The nine platforms were almost dyed red, full of blood!
What was even more shocking was that there were many souls floating on the nine platforms. These souls were all distorted and let out mournful cries.
None of these nine people were weak. Five of them were at the fourth Heaven's Blight!
Two of them were at the fifth Heaven's Blight, and one of them was an old man. His appearance was very eye-catching, and his messy, red hair was like blood. There was a faint Joss Flame aura around his body, and he was half a step into the third step!
However, due to external factors, this was the best he could do. Without a large amount of Joss Flames, he wouldn't be able to take that step!
He gave off a sense of majesty as he stood there. It was obvious that he had a very high status in the Ancient Star System and wouldn't easily show himself. The last person was a middle-aged scholar. He held a feather fan and his eyes narrowed. There was a flash of light in his eyes. He was only at the third Heaven's Blight, but to be able to occupy a spot among the nine of them, he had to be extraordinary. However, this wasn't what shocked everyone the most. What really shocked everyone was the platforms under the nine of them. Almost all the platforms in the Ancient Order Tomb were 10,000 feet wide, but one of the platforms under the nine of them was 20,000 feet wide. This platform had doubled in size, and it belonged to the old man who was half a step into the third step. "Not even a rank 2 platform, yet you want the treasures of the Ancient Order Tomb …" The old man who was half a step into the third step calmly looked at Wang Lin and company.
Wang Lin's eyes became serious as he stared at the platform under the old man. He didn't speak, and the surrounding cultivators were all silent. They obviously saw how powerful the old man was.
They slowly gathered together with Wang Lin as their leader.
The old man's torch-like eyes immediately fell on Wang Lin.
He wasn't the only one. The other Cultivators on the other platforms all looked over with killing intent. A sinister feeling filled the air, as if a bloody battle was about to begin.
Just at this moment, the third Heaven's Blight middle-aged scholar took a few steps forward and whispered a few words into the old man's ear. The old man's eyes narrowed as he looked at the ground and then at the stone platform on the back of the ancient god. Then his gaze swept past Wang Lin and company.
"You, come here!"
The old man raised his right hand and pointed at a cultivator beside Wang Lin. That cultivator was one of the Ominous Years who had succeeded in snatching the platform. When the old man pointed at him, his face instantly turned pale.
After hesitating, he didn't dare to not go out. He silently stepped forward and clasped his hands at the old man. He respectfully said, "Junior greets Esteemed Ling Dong."
"Oh?
You know the Old Man!? "There was no trace of anger in the old man's eyes.
The cultivator quickly said, "Esteemed Ling Dong is very famous in my Ancient Star System, so Junior naturally knows him."
Esteemed Ling Dong slowly said, "Go break the seal on the back of the ancient god. If you can break 10%, then I'll let you live!" His words were filled with irrefutable intent.
The cultivator's expression immediately changed and he seemed to be struggling. A moment later, he nodded and took a deep breath. His hands formed a seal and he charged toward the stone platform on the back of the ancient god.
In the blink of an eye, the cultivator arrived next to the ancient god and looked at the platform covered in red fog. He clenched his teeth and his right hand formed a seal. An illusory figure appeared and pressed down on the red fog. The figure formed by the cultivator's right hand collided with the red fog. However, the moment it collided with the red fog, a thunderous roar came from the red fog. The red fog suddenly extended like a mouth and charged at the cultivator at an unimaginable speed.
There was no way for him to dodge, and a miserable scream echoed. The cultivator was immediately devoured by the red fog and dragged into the red fog. Bursts of miserable screams echoed, and it was shocking. "Jie Ran is a dao spirit!!
I just don't know what rank it is! "
There was a flash of joy in the eyes of the old man who was half a step into the third step. He took a step forward and arrived next to the red fog. He raised his right hand and slammed down on the red fog.
Just as his palm was about to fall, a roar came from within the mist again. The mist churned violently and turned into a gigantic devil shadow that blew a mouthful of red mist at the old man. The red mist was so fast that it collided with the old man in the blink of an eye. A thunderous rumble shook the heavens and the earth within the sealed area. The old man's expression changed and he immediately retreated. He only stopped after retreating hundreds of feet.
"At least rank 6!!
Unfortunately, there is a restriction on it! "
"It's the Ancient Soul Restriction!"
The eyes of the third Heaven's Blight middle-aged scholar lit up and he slowly said, "Ancient Soul Restriction … The Old Man doesn't know much about restrictions. How confident are you in breaking it?"
Esteemed Ling Dong stared at the red fog platform on the back of the ancient god and said, "Ancient Soul Restriction … The Old Man doesn't know much about restrictions. How confident are you in breaking it?"
The middle-aged scholar hesitated for a bit and said, "This … I only have a 20% chance …"
"20%!"
Esteemed Ling Dong frowned. Wang Lin had been watching this the entire time. In truth, when he arrived here, he had already seen through the restriction inside the red fog. This restriction was indeed the Ancient Soul Restriction, but there were other restrictions inside. It would not be easy for outsiders to break it!
He remained calm and coldly watched as the nine people tried to break it.
Just as Esteemed Ling Dong was pondering, the old man in the green robe stepped forward and respectfully said, "Esteemed Ling Dong, I have some confidence in breaking this restriction, but after breaking it …" He didn't finish speaking and looked up at Esteemed Ling Dong.
Esteemed Ling Dong said, "If you can break it, aside from the dao spirit, any treasures inside will belong to you!
Also, you can take most of the treasures from the graves of the little cultivators here! "
The old man in the green robe revealed a look of ecstasy and smiled. "Esteemed Ling Dong can rest assured. I have studied restrictions since I was a child. I don't dare to say anything else, but there is no restriction in this world that the Old Man can't break!
Even Fellow Cultivator Xiao Jing can't compare to the Old Man in this regard! "
His gaze swept past the middle-aged scholar. The scholar revealed a gentle smile and clasped his hands. "What Senior Gao said is correct. I am still a latecomer when it comes to restrictions.
The green-robed old man laughed and said proudly, "The Art of Restriction is the Dao of Formation. I've studied it for almost 10,000 years, and I think I've seen some clues about it. Moreover, I've created a Myriad Restriction Breaking Technique that can definitely break this fog!
"The restriction inside this fog is not the Ancient Soul Restriction at all. The Old Man has studied restrictions, but he has never heard of the Ancient Soul Restriction!"
As he spoke, he charged toward the red mist. When he was a few dozen feet away, his eyes shined brightly. His right hand formed a seal and he waved it. Immediately, a restriction light flashed.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a gigantic rune. This rune was formed by restrictions, and it shone brightly. Based on its aura, it seemed to be able to fight against the red fog. At the instant it appeared, the roars from within the red fog suddenly stopped, and the red fog seemed to have been blown by a gust of wind as it retreated slightly.
The old man became even more proud as he let out a roar and pointed at the red fog. The giant rune charged at the red fog.
"Give me …" The old man in cyan robes let out a loud roar. The runic symbol crashed into the red fog with a bang, but at that moment, before the old man could finish speaking, the red fog instantly turned into a huge mouth again. It charged out at an extremely fast speed and devoured the runic symbol in one gulp. It even devoured the old man in cyan robes along with it.
His unfinished words turned into a miserable shriek that echoed in the sky.
Venerable Ling Dong's face seemed to turn black. He didn't expect that when the other party went in with such confidence, this would be the result.
A chuckle came from the mouth of a cultivator beside Wang Lin. It was the fat cultivator. His laughter immediately attracted Venerable Ling Dong's gloomy gaze.
The fat cultivator quickly stepped forward from Wang Lin's group and clasped his hands toward Venerable Ling Dong. He put on a smile and said, "Junior Xu Fu greets Venerable Ling Dong.
Junior has some confidence in breaking the restriction inside this red fog. Junior has nothing to do with these people; we just happened to be teleported together!
Junior has a secret that I would like to tell Senior. Among this group of cultivators, there is one person who is a Void … "
"If you can break this red fog, I'll spare your life, give you a magic treasure, and let you follow me!"
Venerable Ling Dong interrupted the fat cultivator. He was not interested in any secret. The only thing he wanted was the dao spirit inside the red fog. "Don't worry, Venerable Ling Dong. I've observed this red fog for a long time. Even though I'm not 100% sure, with Senior's help, I'm 70% sure I can break it!"
Hearing this, the fat cultivator was delighted. He turned around and gave Wang Lin a cold glance. He then sneered and charged toward the red fog. He stopped 100 feet away from it with a cautious expression. His right hand moved like an abacus and popping sounds came from it. With a bang, the abacus broke and the beads inside flew into the air. The fat cultivator took a deep breath and charged toward the red fog. "You're courting death!"
Wang Lin's expression was calm, but he sneered in his heart. His eyes swept past the scholar with the feather fan. He clearly saw a hint of mockery appear on the corner of the scholar's mouth.
"Although this person is only at the 3rd Heaven's Blight stage, to be able to be with these people, he must be very cunning and cunning!
Perhaps this person is also after this fog … "Wang Lin's mind was like a demon. Without making a sound, a restriction appeared under his feet.