No one knows transmigration better than me!

Chapter 226
Lu Chuan led Ning Luo into the ruined temple, and reminded him of the taboos of the villagers, as if he was familiar with Ling Village.

Ning Luo raised his eyebrows: "You don't seem to be less likely to come to the Underworld?"

Lu Chuan patted the back of his head, nodded and smiled and replied, "The Underworld is a rare one. Everyone knows that they haven't finished exploring, but they can't find a copy of the ending. I have brothers and sisters, and the two work together. , can explore farther.”

Ning Luo nodded to show understanding.

I just want to be the first to eat crabs.

Unfortunately, so far, no one has been able to detect Cang Ming's secrets.

But Su Yao must know the inside story.

According to the existing information, it is certain that the gray mist seems to be a rule, and the saint is the only existence in the world of the underworld who can fight against the gray fog.

The death of the saint is uncertain, but at least her avenue is still struggling, otherwise the statue of the saint would not be able to ward off evil spirits.

While the Cangming Realm appeared to be peaceful, but in reality it was engulfed by gray mist.

On the contrary, there is a sense of the outside world and the inner world. Maybe Ling Village seems to be safe and sound, but in fact it has already become a part of the gray fog.

Afterwards, Lu Chuan's answer confirmed Ning Luo's guess.

Ning Luo asked, "How many days is your longest survival record?"

Lu Chuan: "33 days, four days less than the highest record."

Ning Luo asked: "What's the point of having a longer day?"

"The longer the days, the farther you can go!" Lu Chuan said in a solemn tone, "When you first enter the gray fog, you will find that the surrounding scenery is bizarre, chaotic and chaotic, with no rules to follow. And everything They were all trapped in the white mist, and they couldn't see clearly."

"But the longer you survive and the farther you go, the floating mirages will be pieced together, and even the gray fog will become a little lighter!"

Ning Luo lowered his head thoughtfully.

The mirage reappeared, and the gray fog faded.

Ning Luo originally wondered whether this gray mist might be the concrete manifestation of the Dao Sea of ​​Nothingness.

After all, the effect of destiny is only 2%, and the gray mist is almost certainly related to the Kuroshio, so the sea of ​​nothingness has already been swallowed up by the Kuroshio.

Then the Spirit Village and the gray mist are not in this world, but are very likely to be in the sea of ​​nothingness.

This is Ning Luo's inference.

But now it seems that there are flaws.

Because according to Lu Chuan, the gray fog should have a "margin".

If the consciousness is strong enough, or if you go far enough, both paths can allow the traverser to break through the mystery and see the sun.

Seeing Ning Luo pondering, Lu Chuan continued to add: "Besides, it is said that after the scene became clear, many people saw strange things that spoke human words, which seemed to be related to ghosts and gods. But more information, and The true face beyond the gray mist is still an unsolved mystery."

"Oh, right."

Lu Chuan paused, and suddenly remembered something: "According to the summary of the Gaowan Forum, there are six kinds of deceits."

"The first five types can be seen in the early stage, and the corresponding features are palace, dry marsh, lava, quicksand, and crypt."

"The strange things you will encounter in each of the strange places are also different. Because the fog is too thick in these five strange places, there are only speculations on the Internet at present, and no one can determine their true contents."

"But the other place is quite special. It is a scene that can only be encountered after 30 days and stepping into the strange land more than 49 times in one day."

"It's a brutal battlefield!"

Ning Luo suddenly remembered what the village chief had said, that the Spirit Village was shrouded in gray mist, but there was more than one statue of the saint, and there might be people in other places who were stubbornly resisting.

Then the battlefield may be the other shore that the villagers have been thinking about before.

"Have you ever been to the battlefield?" Ning Luo asked.

Lu Chuan shook his head: "I saw it once, but like the record holder's confession, it looks like an illusory mirage, and I can't run away no matter how I run. But the existence of the battlefield must have extraordinary significance, because it is too It is too clear, as if it is guiding us to go forward."

Ning Luo understood what Lu Chuan meant.

If the Paradise is a fixed rotation dungeon, then this so-called ancient battlefield may be a green screen that suddenly appeared out of thin air.

No matter whether it is in front of your eyes or not, as long as you know its existence, it is enough for everyone to indulge in it, go forward one after another, and rush to the endless shore.

Like a light on the far sea in the midst of a storm.

True or not, it was the only plank a sailor could hold on to.

Ning Luo massaged his temples, and the information has been roughly sorted out.

If one wants to crack the secrets of the Underworld, at least based on the current clues, one must successfully break out of the fog and reach the ancient battlefield.

At present, it seems that if one wants to reach the ancient battlefield, one has to hold on, or one has to be invincible.

But 37 days is the fastest record, and there is still no way to face the ancient battlefield.

And if Ning Luo wants to break through, unless he also reaches the extreme of this world in terms of spiritual consciousness.

That's too far.

"However, Su Yao said that no one has touched the root of the dark world so far, so maybe there are other clues that haven't been discovered yet."

"And the path of others may not be the right path."

"Got to find another way."

It's useless to talk too much, Ning Luo slowly opened his eyes, and said decisively: "In short, seeing is believing, I'll go and experience this strange situation in person first."

"Ah?" Lu Chuan's expression froze, he pursed his lips, and reminded, "Brother Ning, I'm not underestimating you, but you have to know that you can't practice now. The system of the dark world is special. You don’t have the capital to be reckless, so be careful!”

Lu Chuan originally thought that Ning Luo would be frowning, so that he could push the boat along the way and send charcoal in a timely manner.

Unexpectedly, Ning Luo had such a strong head, even after listening to him exaggerating the horror of the strange world, he still had to bite the bullet and make a run for it.

If you don't go, just go.

Anyway, the cultivation of spiritual consciousness also needs to worship ashes, so it is useless to teach the exercises now.

What's more, in the world of the underworld, exercises only play a supporting role, not the decisive factor.

However, Lu Chuan didn't know that Ning Luo was not completely fearless, because he was indeed seriously short of firepower right now.

But it's not a solution after all.

Besides, how could it be possible to admit cowardice in front of others?
The two greeted the village head and came to the edge of Lingcun.

The rugged mountain road stretched halfway, before being submerged in thick gray fog.

Lu Chuan looked solemnly, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Ning, we have entered the gray fog, and it is basically impossible for us to step into the same strange environment, so you must be careful yourself. If you encounter strange things, my suggestion is to run first."

"When you are in danger for the first time, the fastest is ten breaths, the slowest is [-] breaths, and ghosts and gods will show up to trade with you!"

"learn."

Ning Luo nodded, and slowly stretched out his right hand.

Five fingers were submerged in the gray mist, but Ning Luo didn't feel any separation.

Until half of the arm was submerged in the gray mist, there was still nothing unusual.

Ning Luo tried to withdraw his arm, but there was no resistance at all, as if the gray mist was just a decoration.

Until half of his body was submerged in the gray mist, the sound of the wind suddenly rang in his ears, like a shrill scream.

Ning Luo suddenly turned around!

However, Lingcun is no more.

The escape route behind him has long been turned into an empty white mist, thick as clouds, and no shadow can be seen.

The way we came is gone.

Looking around, there is nothing but the vastness of the eyes, and there is no so-called strange land at all.

However, when Ning Luo turned his head again, his pupils shrank suddenly!
The square steel pillars float in the air as if there is no gravity.

The dark ore is connected together in nothingness, forming a faintly visible passage.

The rusty kiln opened its bloody mouth wide, and a dense gray mist filled the inside, but outside the gray mist, there seemed to be flesh and blood wriggling quietly.

In just one thought, the world changes!

"This is a strange place"

(End of this chapter)