After walking for an unknown amount of time, the three finally came out of the cave.

What comes into view is a huge, deep, bottomless rift.

Jiang Li'an and Wen Yang were both extremely alert, because in this huge environment with no light at all, if they were attacked by some flying monster with night vision, there would be almost no good way to deal with it.

Wei Dongliu seemed calm and composed... Although his spiritual sense was also scanning the surroundings, he had to maintain his image as a mysterious boss.

The three of them walked along the narrow path, winding their way downwards. Wen Yang, who was walking in front, suddenly tilted his head slightly and looked at Jiang Li'an.

Something is wrong.

There was something so wrong with Wei Dongliu's leisurely strolling style - it was just like he was taking a walk in his own back garden.

Unless he is very familiar with this place...but if he has explored this secret place in advance, why would he call you and me here?

Is he really some ancient monster?

Jiang Li'an understood what he meant, then turned his head away silently, pretending not to understand.

It feels so good to be the fox borrowing the power of the tiger!

She thought smugly in her heart.

It seems that this little witch has been completely bewitched by Demon Lord Wei, and they are in cahoots with each other... Wen Yang thought coldly, secretly lowering his eyelids and eyelashes, and only using his spiritual sense to maintain a survey of the surroundings.

Hmm? What's that sound?

Wen Yang suddenly heard a strange ringing sound, and immediately felt dizzy.

He was about to raise a voice to warn, but he "saw" in his spiritual sense that Wei Dongliu who was walking in front of him, and Jiang Li'an who was walking behind him, did not look abnormal.

Could it be that these two people are plotting against me?

Wen Yang subconsciously thought of this and was startled for a moment, then quickly reacted.

No, the sound did not come from these two people, but from the bottom of the valley.

He quickly activated his mental skills to resist the illusion attack from the sound, and then subconsciously extended his consciousness to the bottom of the valley. Perhaps everyone had already gone down far enough, so this exploration reached the dome of the White Bone Palace.

Wen Yang:!!!

Just when Wen Yang was overwhelmed with emotions, Witch Jiang also heard the strange ringing sound.

"This ringtone is quite nice..." She thought subconsciously, and then suddenly realized, "No! There is an illusion!"

After a moment of indifference, Jiang Li'an suddenly passed Wen Yang and ran to Wei Dongliu, pretending to be attacked by an illusion, and said in a tender voice:

"Friend Wei, this voice seems a little wrong!"

"This is the White Bone Bell." Wei Dongliu said calmly, "It is made of bones and moves without wind."

"Its sound can fascinate people's souls and bewilder their minds. Those with lower magical powers will feel dizzy and weak in their limbs and unable to move after only three breaths of exposure to the sound of the bell."

Jiang Li'an was slightly startled when he heard this, thinking that Wei Dongliu disliked his poor cultivation, and quickly said:

"Well, it's not that I can't resist this illusion, I'm just reminding you."

"Fellow Daoist Wei is really knowledgeable." Wen Yang behind him suddenly said, "He was able to recognize it as the White Bone Bell just by hearing the sound."

"I have read about this item in the classics. It is said that it is a special magic weapon used by the Discipline Hall of our sect in ancient times. All new disciples must walk before the White Bone Empty Bell to understand the severity of the sect rules of the Yin Ghost Sect."

"In addition, if an external enemy attacks, we only need to activate the White Bone Sky Bell with all our strength to directly attack the enemy's soul. Its effect is comparable to that of a protective formation."

"I see." Jiang Li'an said with a smile, "In other words, the White Bone Temple is right below?"

"If there is any place where the long-lost White Bone Bell could be located, it can only be the White Bone Temple." Wen Yang sighed, "In history, our Yin Gui Dao has also experienced four disasters that destroyed our sect, and each time it almost cut off the Dao lineage."

"To this day, I can't even find the whereabouts of the White Bone Temple...but I never thought it would be here."

"Fellow Daoist Wen, will you report to the sect afterwards?" Jiang Li'an suddenly asked.

"Of course not." Wen Yang carefully observed Wei Dongliu's expression, and then said seriously, "If it is the location of an ordinary secret realm, if you offer it to the sect, you may get a big reward."

"But the White Bone Palace is of great importance, and the sect is likely to block the news and only let a few senior officials know about it."

Having said that, he kept silent at the right moment.

As for what the subtext is, of course it goes without saying - since only a few senior executives can know about it, then people other than the "few senior executives" will naturally disappear.

Wei Dongliu didn't say anything, but just led the two of them to the bottom of the valley.

The majestic White Bone Temple loomed large in the minds of the three people.

"It is indeed the White Bone Temple." Wen Yang said with emotion, "Since the Yin Gui Dao lost the whereabouts of this place, the three of us are probably the first group of cultivators to arrive here."

Wei Dongliu asked:

"Friend Wen, let me ask you again: Do you know the Flying Night Demon?"

"Hmm." Wen Yang pondered for a moment and said, "Fellow Daoist Wei should know that my Yin Gui Dao once had two schools: refining Yin corpses and controlling ghosts."

"In the Yin Corpse School, Yin Corpses are divided into four levels: iron, copper, silver, and gold. These Yin Corpses are often people who died suddenly. They are controlled by monks as weapons and have infinite power."

"Above them are the 'Earth-Walking Rakshasa', the 'Flying Yaksha', and the legendary 'Drought Demon'."

"When a corpse reaches this level, it will begin to possess intelligence, talents, and magical powers, so it is often difficult for cultivators to control it. Therefore, it is necessary to add a magical instrument to the corpse during the corpse refining stage to refine it together, so that the two lives can be mutually cultivated and difficult to separate."

"In this way, we can use this magic weapon to forcibly control the Yin corpse - of course, if the Yin corpse with spiritual intelligence can snatch the magic weapon, it can refine it deep into the body to eliminate the danger of being clamped by others."

"In the days of the White Bone Temple, there might still be Yin Gui Dao monks who could refine Yin corpses to the level of Flying Yaksha. But no one in our sect does that anymore."

"Everyone is doing the opposite: instead of refining others into high-level Yin corpses and enslaving them, they are practicing corpse cultivation themselves... If one can become a Hanba, they can live as long as the heaven and earth, and are not much different from earthly immortals."

"For example, in our sect, we now have two Feitian Yaksha seniors, both of whom are sect elders..."

Wen Yang told the knowledge of the Yinshi School in detail, and Wei Dongliu and Jiang Li'an were very fascinated by his listening.

The two of them were not completely unfamiliar with this knowledge, as they had read some of it in miscellaneous books, but they certainly did not know it as well as Wen Yang did.

Refining corpses, refining corpses, in the past it was to refine others, now it is to refine oneself, it is true that there are all kinds of wonders in this world.

At the end, Wen Yang asked cautiously:

"Fellow Daoist Wei, is there a flying yaksha in this White Bone Temple?"

"That's right." Wei Dongliu said calmly, "And the magic weapon that has been cultivated with its life is also in this White Bone Palace."

"Do you know how to use this magic weapon?"

"That's very simple." Wen Yang answered without hesitation, "Just drop some blood on it to make it recognize you as the master."

"After you have subdued the magical weapon, you can communicate with it with your mind. It is like the life of the flying yaksha. It only depends on your thoughts."

"If you want it to walk, it will walk; if you want it to run and jump, it will run and jump; even if you ask it to commit suicide, it will do it."

"Of course, since we can enslave the Flying Yaksha, no one would be willing to let it commit suicide. But we still have to be wary of its plans. After all, it has already developed spiritual intelligence, and is no less capable than human monks."

“If you let its flattery paralyze your vigilance and allow it to steal the crucial magic weapon, you will be retaliated by the Flying Night Demon in the most brutal and cruel way. There are several extremely terrifying cases recorded in the ancient books of our sect…”

Everyone chatted with each other and walked towards the main gate of the White Bone Temple.