A brick into the fairyland

"Hmph! I want to see how terrifying this ghostly place is!" Fan Hao, the chief disciple of Feixianmen, snorted softly, jumped up and rushed into the death zone.The black mist in the death zone is no longer as terrifying as before. Fan Hao is surrounded by golden light, blocking the black mist, and gradually walks towards the depths of the death zone.

All the cultivators looked around one after another, not moving forward, hesitating.With Fan Hao taking the lead, the other disciples of Feixianmen also entered the death zone.Next, a white shadow flew out, and it was Su Xiaobai, who also fell into the death zone.

Gradually, cultivators from various sects walked into the death zone one after another. Zhuge Buliang and Stuttering Huabao looked at each other, and Huabao said: "Let's go in and have a look, maybe the god of Fengmang Mountain The truth is hidden here."

Zhuge nodded indifferently. In fact, he also really wanted to see what had happened to the black tower after so many days. Secondly, it was the black brick that had been hidden in his body. This black brick must be the same as the black tower. There is a certain connection, he wants to know what kind of object this is, it can attract countless undead creatures to go crazy.

The dark mist surged, and Zhuge Buliang, Yuba, Huabao, and the monk named Hua Fei rushed into the death zone. Different colors of true essence brilliance gushed out from the bodies of Huaba, Yuba, and Huafei respectively.And Zhuge Buliang's body was filled with white light.

"Are you... a non-attribute spiritual root?" Hua Fei looked at Zhuge Buliang in surprise.

Zhuge Buliang nodded silently and did not speak. They walked towards the depths of the death zone. Although the black mist here had gradually faded, it was still vague, but the three of them did not dare to use their swords. Whether there are powerful undead creatures hidden.

The black mist billowed, and the four of them moved forward cautiously. The cultivators who had entered it before had disappeared. Maybe they chose a different route from the four of them.

"Be careful, there are undead creatures everywhere in this area, and some undead creatures are even as good as the masters of the Nascent Soul Stage." Hua Fei reminded, holding a shining golden Zen staff in his hand.

This death zone spreads for hundreds or even thousands of miles. The four of them shuttled through the black mist. Based on his memory, Zhuge Buliang probably remembered the direction of the Lost God City and headed north all the way.

In this dim world, even with a keen sense of consciousness, it is difficult to distinguish the north, south, east, and west.Sure enough, the four of them gradually lost their sense of direction, the surroundings were filled with black mist, and the four of them circled aimlessly.

"This is really a ghostly place. I think my spiritual sense is strong enough, but I still lost my way. This is really killing me. Fortunately, we haven't encountered a single undead creature yet." Talkative The color of distress.

As soon as the words fell, the black mist billowed, and a shadow rushed out from the black mist, with a ferocious roar, and the evil spirit rolled in.

"Damn it, Crow's Mouth!" Zhuge Buliang gave Hua Tong a hard look, and the four of them had to be on guard.

"Roar!"

A rotting ancient corpse rushed out. The ancient corpse exuded an unpleasant stench. The clothes on its body were already tattered. Two cold knives were carried behind its back. Needless to say, this was also the corpse of an ancient immortal cultivator.

The cold knife behind the ancient corpse brought up two sharp edges, crisscrossed in mid-air, and slashed towards the four of them like a pair of scissors.

"clang!"

The Zen stick in Hua Feiwu's hand hit the two cold knives. Although the cold knives are magic weapons left over from ancient times, their power should not be underestimated.Hua Fei was sent flying out, and retreated a few steps in embarrassment.

Zhuge Buliang's pupils constricted, and he had to doubt the horror of the ancient art of refining immortals.

The ancient corpse roared, and he instinctively formed the magic seal, and the two shouted flew away like a frightened bird, approaching Hua Fei.

"Yeah, yeah!" Huabo and Stammer also rotated their Zen sticks, and rushed towards the ancient corpse. The Zen sticks shone with different brilliance, and they went down with all their strength.

The ancient corpse was steaming with black air, and it even faced the chatterbox and stammering attacks with both hands.

"boom!"

"boom!"

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