Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 781 Holy Corpse, Yin Soldier?
The direction where the golden blood dripped twisted and twisted. After walking for 5 minutes, Lu Feng stopped in front of a cave.

That cave seemed to be pierced by a palm, a faint holy energy swept from inside, pushing away the dead energy within dozens of miles
"Is there a strong person inside?"

Xiaohu wondered, the strangeness of the dead zone prevented him from rushing in.

Although this place looked extremely safe at first glance, Lu Feng was not careless, and his mental power radiated away without detecting any sense of vitality. Immediately, his heart moved, and he said, "Let's go in and have a look!"

After all, if there really was a strong man, someone would have responded to his investigation.

The imperial decree was suspended above his head, and Lu Feng walked forward slowly. Even if there was an accident, he could leave here in lightning speed with the help of the imperial decree.

When he walked into the cave, the inside was empty and dry, without the slightest wave of death energy, and the source of that sacred energy was actually emitted by a figure sitting cross-legged in the corner of the cave.

The figure was wearing a dark golden dragon robe, with a dry white head and wrinkled face, extremely old.

"already dead."

Lu Feng looked at the old figure, shook his head and said.

There was a big bloody hole in the chest of the old figure, and even the heart was crushed to pieces. When he died, he was extremely peaceful.

"This old man turned out to be a saint in his lifetime and died here."

Surrounded by the old figure, Xiaohu felt something and said in surprise.

Lu Feng was also taken aback suddenly, carefully examined the big hole in the chest, and came to a shocking conclusion, saying: "This wound seems to be caused by a ghost, and anyone who can seriously injure a saint may have become a ghost saint."

His previous guess was not wrong, there were indeed ghost saint level ghosts in the dead zone.

Lu Feng focused his eyes tightly, and said: "Judging from the clothes, this saint should come from the Great Cang Dynasty, not the ancient saints."

"This saint is very old, and he can't even maintain his appearance. Obviously, he is approaching the end of his lifespan." Xiaohu observed.

Lu Feng nodded and said, saints also have a limit of longevity, but that time is very long.

When some saints are approaching the end of their lifespan, they will not be willing to sit down. They will break into the restricted area that they dare not break into in the past, and try their best to find a way to continue their life.

It's just that very few succeed.

Obviously this saint failed because of ghosts.

"Unfortunately, the holy soul has dissipated long ago, otherwise the saint's holy source is the most cherished."

Xiaohu licked his lips and sighed.

If it can get a group of saint's holy source, it can immediately restore the strength of the seven transformations.

And when Xiaohu sighed, Lu Feng's eyes moved, and he found something behind the old figure, "There is a bloody spear point there."

The one-inch-long silver spear tip contained extremely terrifying power fluctuations, as if it could cut through the sky with a single wave.

"A part of the holy weapon, but the barrel of the gun is missing." Xiaohu checked it out and picked it up.

Lu Feng smiled and said, "It must have been broken during the fight with Guisha, but even a spear tip is extremely precious."

The value of the worst holy weapon is above 3000 million drops of holy liquid, which is still rare.

The tip of this spear is also part of the holy soldier, and it is worth 1000 million to 2000 million holy liquid when it is auctioned.

After all, it is very easy to repair the gun barrel, as long as it can withstand the force of the gun tip.

Although Lu Feng didn't use a long spear, as his strength improved, it would be unimaginable for him to use the holy liquid in the future in the face of his bottomless pit-like skills.

"It's so poor, for such a dignified saint, there are only more than 100 million drops of holy liquid in the storage ring." Xiaohu complained dissatisfied.

Seeing this, Lu Feng said: "This saint came to the death zone with the determination to die, so naturally he won't carry a lot of treasures on his body. This spear tip is already the biggest harvest."

Hearing this, Xiaohu nodded his head.

Afterwards, he did not leave immediately, but sat cross-legged on the spot, took out a large amount of holy liquid, and refined it into pure power.

After recovering for about half a day, Lu Feng waved his fist, looked at the old figure, did not move, then got up and left the cave.

The sky was dark, with gusts of gloomy wind, full of strong dead air.

Walking here, you must always resist that weird force.

Lu Feng walked very slowly, and gradually walked towards the periphery of the dead zone.

dong dong!

At this moment, the ground suddenly trembled, and countless ghosts and ghosts were startled and scattered in all directions.

"What happened?" Lu Feng asked in surprise.

I saw continuous figures in the far distance, shrouded in pitch-black mist, shuttling through the dead zone, killing all ghosts and ghosts along the way like a crush.

"Could it be the dead Yin soldiers?" There was a trace of fear in Xiaohu's eyes.

"No, although their death energy is strong, they have a weak vitality."

Lu Feng shook his head, shocked in his heart, there is actually a strong team of warriors here, like a legion.

Those warriors seemed to have noticed Lu Feng, and the leader cast his eyes on him, making his body tremble, and the coercion was so powerful that it was terrifying.

"Leave them alone, let's go."

Lu Feng turned around and left.

Fortunately, the warrior ignored Lu Feng and passed by in a staggered manner.

Their route is exactly the opposite of Lu Feng's. Those warriors are heading towards the depths of the dead zone.

"What is their purpose in coming to the depths of the dead zone?"

Lu Feng thought for a while but couldn't get the result, so he didn't think too much.

After walking for about a day, he felt that the dead air had become less.

"I can leave here in a few days."

Lu Feng paused for a moment, his eyes suddenly changed, and he said in shock: "There are a lot of ghosts gathered there."

At [-] meters away, Yin Qi entangled, forming a huge vortex, which was blocked there.

"Is there a way to bypass it?" Xiaohu asked.

Lu Feng mentally searched for a long time, and said with a gloomy face: "It's difficult, as long as you cross that direction, you can go to Jiehe, but if you don't, you have to walk for more than three days, and the danger is unpredictable."

Relatively speaking, this road is the safest road.

Running around in the dead zone is no different from courting death.

Xiaohu was silent.

"Let's break through, there is still a third of the power left in the imperial decree, as long as there are not too many ghosts with quasi-sacred strength, it is still possible to break through."

After being silent for a long time, Lu Feng clenched his teeth, clenched his palms, and sharpened his eyes.

Without a moment's hesitation, Lu Feng immediately released the last power of the imperial decree, forming an indestructible light curtain, and rushed into the ghost.

In the vortex of Yin Qi, there are endless ghosts, feeling the breath of life, and rushing over immediately.

But the imperial decree contains the power of the emperor, and when it reaches the sun, it instantly disperses countless cold and burning souls.

And when he passed through the central area, there were even ghosts with quasi-sacred strength that were so solid that they bombarded him.

Fortunately, this is a ghost, otherwise the power of the imperial decree would definitely not be able to resist it.

But at this moment, Lu Feng's gaze suddenly turned to one place, which made his eyes red and hot, and he let out a heavy panting sound.

(End of this chapter)