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Chapter 92 The Palace on the Cliff
The poisonous mist entered the lungs along the nasal cavity, turned into streams of heat, and poured into the arms. Only then did Lin Yan feel the tearing pain inside and outside the entire arm gradually fade away, covered by layers of heat, and recover.

Clenching his fists, Haojing's strength was more terrifying than he thought.

If we talk about strength, it means wearing a thick layer of armor, which greatly increases the defense.

The strength of the Haojing is to turn the Jinli into an armor-piercing sharp arrow with a sharp drill bit. Its density and aggressiveness far exceed the strength of the Gangjing, and it can easily penetrate the defense of the Gangjing.

If it weren't for Lin Yan's strength that was several times higher than that of ordinary steel, equivalent to stacking multiple layers of armor, and barely resisting the force of that blow, he would have lost an arm on the spot.

"So with my current strength, I can barely withstand the attack of Haojing, but I am not the opponent of Haojing. Unless the eruption of the destruction of jade and stone destroys the layer, it can also pose a fatal threat to Haojing. Of course, this is the case of hitting... ..."

Lin Yan waved his arm, and he had fully recovered.

Stand up and look around.

A dark green fog enveloped the forest, everything was gray and dead, the sky was covered, and the light could only penetrate weakly, making the dead wood and rocks blurred.

There is a deep dead silence all around, and on the withered tree trunks, only sporadic moss remains alive, slippery and moist.

The dead trees in the distance gradually disappeared in the green mist, as if being slowly swallowed by an invisible giant.

The entire poisonous mist world is immersed in a kind of darkness, gloomy and terrifying.

A chill spread over Lin Yan's back. Compared with the previous mountain top, the area covered by the poisonous mist was like a pond and a sea of ​​lakes. It was just like... In the normal world, a dead hell was carved out. .

"Blind exploration is too time-consuming. As before, the thicker the poisonous fog, the more clues can be found."

Relying on the special effect of detoxification, he can distinguish the subtle difference in the concentration of poisonous mist just by inhaling.

Along the way, every hundred steps, Lin Yan picked a dead wood or rock, and scratched out a white mark as a mark.

As the poisonous fog deepened, all sounds faded away, only the sound of his footsteps, and the occasional soft sound of trampling on dead branches.

Along the way, I found several places with extremely thick poisonous smog, but they were all narrow gaps in the ground or mountains, and it was impossible to leave.

Can only continue to look deeply.

I don't know how far it went, and the poisonous fog became thicker and thicker. Lin Yan suddenly stopped, and turned his head to look among the withered branches.

"This is……"

He stepped forward carefully, and in the open space among the intertwined dead branches, a huge bluestone about half a person's height stood in the middle of the wet mud.

The bluestone was stained with blood, knife marks everywhere, and a pair of rotten and smelly viscera scattered messily on it.

Lin Yan picked up a dead branch and turned over the internal organs, including intestines and liver, like a cow or something.

There are some teeth marks, but just bitten, not eaten.

His eyes were serious. Apart from bloodstains, there were many sharp scratches on the bluestone, and many scattered broken stones fell around.

It was similar to the scratches he saw on the wall of another cave on the top of the Poison Mist Mountain back then.

Turn around.

"these are……"

In the haystack behind the bluestone, there was a puddle of half-dried, foul-smelling transparent mucus. Lin Yan stretched it in with a dead wood and stirred it, and when he pulled it, several streaks of translucent greenish mucus were pulled out, which was very disgusting.

In the mucus, there are also a few pieces of turquoise, hard objects like egg shells, which are pulled together by the mucus.

Lin Yan unconsciously recalled, that wiping knife arm that he caught a glimpse of at the beginning.

"Is this the mucus secreted by that creature?"

Leaving the dead branches, Lin Yan became more careful.

Walking through the silent dead wood forest, there is a feeling of walking through the ruins of life.

After an unknown period of time, the concentration of the surrounding poisonous fog suddenly became thicker.

Lin Yan cheered up. There should be a big gap nearby with this concentration of poisonous fog, which may be the same as the top of the poisonous fog mountain last time, allowing people to enter.

Speed ​​up a few minutes.

Suddenly, a flash of shock flashed in Lin Yan's eyes, and he stepped on his feet quickly, making a loud noise, which immediately slowed down his speed and barely stopped the car.

I saw a bottomless cliff suddenly appeared in front of me. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he almost jumped into it just now.

"No, no, this is not a cliff..."

He was obviously going downwards, the altitude was getting lower and lower, surrounded by towering peaks.

"This is a... chapped ground crack!"

Lin Yan's breathing became short of breath suddenly. The one in front of him was clearly an extremely wide and bottomless crack left after the earth was forcibly torn apart!
The green mist filled the air, and he couldn't see how far the opposite shore was at all. Looking left and right, the cracks in the ground extended far into the shadowy green mist, blurred, as if drawing the boundary of the earth.

Probe to look, the fissure in the ground is unfathomably deep, and it is dark.

On both sides, there are steep cliffs that stretch for an unknown length, and the jagged cliffs are full of traces of rock formations being torn.

Bursts of turbulent air flow floated up, blowing green mist and rainbow air from the bottomless abyss continuously, making a sound like howling wind, as if the earth opened its mouth and roared crazily.

Bottomless, I don't know how deep it spreads down.

Lin Yan unconsciously recalled that he had seen in the spiritual illusion, the scene of the old monk staggering forward with his sarcophagus on his back, walking towards an endless abyss.

"Where does it lead down here?"

Due to the existence of the air flow, the poisonous fog in the abyss crack is thin and the sight is clear.

Lin Yan looked down carefully, and suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a dark red color on the cliff below, about tens of feet deeper.

"That is……"

Lin Yan took a closer look, and found that the dark red color block was in a triangular shape, obliquely sticking to the outside of the rock wall.

There seems to be a warped angle on it. Due to the long distance, it looks only the size of a thumb, but it is obviously not a mineral vein rock formation, but an artificial creation.

Looking left and right, there is still a dead silence around.

Lin Yan stretched his fingers, leaped lightly, and jumped directly into the crack of the ground, fell about two or three feet, and landed on a protruding rock.

Grabbing with one hand into a claw is like buckling into tofu, hanging the body on the rock wall.

Then let go, let the body fall, grab it again, and hang it again.

With his current physical fitness and strength, going down such a rock wall is like walking on flat ground.

Just like that, he loosened his grip, jumped onto the raised rocks from time to time, fell straight down the rock wall, and soon approached the dark red color.

"This is……"

As it got closer, Lin Yan recognized more and more clearly what it was.

"It turned out to be... a roof!"

On the quaint and rugged rock wall, there is a huge, dusty roof inlaid!

All of them are paved with blood-red, fish-scale glazed tiles, which are crooked and huge, like a huge umbrella cover, half embedded in the rock wall, the joints are covered with gray-green moss, and half of it is tilted outside the rock wall. , so it looks like a triangle from a distance.

Lin Yan couldn't hide the shock in his heart. He loosened his hands, and his body floated down. Then he reached out and grabbed into the rock wall, pulling his body so that his feet were just solid and stepped on the roof.

Relaxing his wrist, Lin Yan stepped on it lightly, and there was a crisp cracking sound, and the glazed tiles the size of his palm shattered into pieces the size of fingers. I don't know how many years of baptism have made the roof tiles fragile. If he If you step on it as a whole, you may directly step on a hole.

The wrists are tensed so that the body hangs against the arms.

It looks small on the top, but standing on the roof and looking around, it feels like standing on a wide square paved with red bricks, with a huge area.

It presents a slightly concave curved surface as a whole, the whole body is paved with glazed tiles, the corners of the four sides are flying, and the painted gold paint has faded.

On the corner of the eaves, there is a two-person tall, incomplete stone statue of Buddha standing, solemn and stretched.

The top beam is carved with flying and simple textures. Above the beam, there are two rows of vertically staggered, half-person-high strange stone Buddha statues. More than half of them are broken and broken, and their craftsmanship is exquisite and delicate.

The styles of these Buddha statues are very different from today's. The most obvious thing is that the eyes of these Buddha statues are extremely huge, occupying a quarter of the entire Buddha statue's face, and the middle eyeballs are protruding, as if staring at the front Going to see it, it looks weird and has a special sense of solemnity.

"With such a big roof, could it be a palace underneath?"

Lin Yan grasped with his arms and moved himself sideways, going out tens of meters in a row, over the edge of the roof.

look down.

"Sure enough, half of the roof is crooked out of the rock wall, and most of the palace below is embedded in the rock wall!"

(End of this chapter)