The water of forgetfulness is still spreading. Although it is extremely fast, without the entanglement of the ghosts, it will naturally not be able to catch up with Xia Chen's escape.
Xia Chen looked at the statue in front of him, and suddenly his eyes moved. He vaguely seemed to see a few floating figures flashing in front of and behind the statue, but they disappeared after a moment.
Could it be monks from the other three families? Xia Chen thought to himself, he wanted to see what happened, so he spit out a mouthful of blood, used the Blood Escape Technique again, and took the four pseudo-holy beasts away in an instant.
After a few breaths, the feeling of space transformation came through the air again, about to transfer him to his original place.
However, the four pseudo-holy beasts suddenly emitted a faint green light, and disappeared in a flash with Xia Chen, disappearing into the void.
This was the first time that Xia Chen felt the magical power of space travel. It felt like suddenly going from one season to another, and there was an indescribable freshness.
When traveling through space, the original space is like the world in a mirror. It can be seen clearly and appears circular. It is just above the circle and can land at any point.
No wonder Luoshengmon can ignore the distance in space and launch attacks anytime and anywhere.
Xia Chen's spiritual thoughts were firmly locked on the four monsters. He did not have the magical power to travel through space. If he did not follow closely and disappeared in the void, he would not know what was waiting for him.
In the past, when he was in the alliance, he had heard that there were sixth-level monks with supernatural powers who penetrated deep into the cracks in the alliance space, only to never return.
This time, the statue of the guard did not move away and become smaller, but actually kept getting closer and enlarging. Xia Chen's thoughts moved, and four monster beasts immediately led him out of the void and landed silently in front of the statue.
At this time, he was only a few dozen feet away from the three statues. Even without using his mind, he could still see the figures floating next to the statues with his eyes.
But at first glance, Xia Chen was shocked.
Those figures were indeed monks, and they were all monks from Chu Yuefang's Sanjia. They finally appeared, but they were motionless. They were floating strangely in the square near the statue, and they seemed to have turned into dead bodies.
Xia Chen was greatly shocked. He used the magic plate to collect the four pseudo-holy beasts and walked up slowly.
This time I could see clearly that dozens of monks from the Fang family, the Yue family and the Chu family were indeed dead, and their faces were pale. They were floating in the air with their eyes closed, as if there was an invisible force dragging them.
The cold statues, floating corpses, dazzling white light, and changing spaces formed an indescribably weird picture.
Two dead bodies slowly moved towards him.
Ah, those were Yue Changxing, the head of the Yue family, and his younger brother Yue Changming... Xia Chen recognized them immediately. His face suddenly changed color.
The corpses he just saw were the weakest cultivators of the three families. Most of them were third-generation disciples and subordinates loyal to the three families. Unexpectedly, there were family head-level figures like Yue Changxing, and even fifth-level supernatural power cultivators.
Turned into a dead body.
How did they die? Who killed them? Xia Chen felt a chill in his heart, and countless questions arose in his mind.
His current strength is about the same as the fifth level of supernatural power. If someone can easily kill Yue Changxing and Yue Changming, it will also be a great threat to him.
This ancient city is much more weird and terrifying than imagined.
He calmed down and looked at the dead bodies one by one, his expression becoming even more ugly.
In addition to Chu Yuefang's third-level and fourth-level magical monks, he also saw Chu Zhenshuang, Chu Zhenlei, Chu Zhenyu and Chu Zhenfeng.
The four brothers with the fifth level of supernatural powers of the Chu family all died here, and they all died in the same way. When they looked over with their spiritual thoughts, they found that there was no breath or life, but they could not find any injuries or causes of death.
It was as if the curse of fate had been cast upon me, and I died naturally.
In addition to the four brothers from the Chu family, the two brothers from the Yue family, and all the second-generation descendants of the Fang family, their bodies were also laid here.
However, among the dead bodies were only the eldest brother Fang Qingzhuo and the second child Fang Qingyun, because the third eldest brother Fang Qingquan had already died at the hands of the seventh son of the Zhenhaiyuan family, and the seventh son pretended to be dead, but died at the hands of Xia Chen.
Xia Chen's face turned pale and he couldn't help but take a few steps back. The monks from the three families gathered here, but no one survived or even resisted. This was really weird.
No matter what, as long as the old guys Chu Tianying, Yue Bufan and Fang Zhenghua are still alive... Xia Chen thought to himself.
As soon as he finished his thoughts, a dead body slowly floated over. Under the dazzling light, the pale old face looked particularly terrifying.
"Yue Bufan!" Xia Chen was so surprised that all the hair on his body stood up, as if the north wind was whistling by.
He didn't check all the corpses just now. He didn't expect that even the ancestor of the Yue family, Yue Bufan, died here. He was a sixth-level monk with supernatural powers. What kind of existence could kill him silently.
Suddenly, Xia Chen seemed to have thought of something, and quickly sent out his spiritual thoughts to search among the dead bodies.
After a moment, a dead body floated in front of him. It was a bald old man. Although his eyes were closed and he was no longer domineering, he looked like it was Fang Zhenghua, the ancestor of the Fang family.
This sixth-level magical monk also died. Xia Chen felt even more shocked, but his eyes suddenly brightened.
Since Fang Zhenghua and Yue Bufan are both dead, maybe Chu Tianying will die here too...
Although the Nine-turn Exquisite Pagoda is extremely powerful, what if there is no time to sacrifice the pagoda?
Xia Chen's spiritual thoughts continued to explore, and after a while, sure enough, another dead body floated over, it was Chu Zhentian!
This ancestor of the Chu family, the most powerful sixth-level monk with magical powers, and possessing the most exquisite magic weapon such as the Nine-turn Exquisite Pagoda, unexpectedly died in the secret territory of the ancient city without any explanation.
The cyan storage bag hung on his waist, swaying with the floating movement.
Xia Chen looked at the storage bag, and his heartbeat almost stopped. When he entered the ancient city, he saw with his own eyes that Chu Zhentian put the Nine-turn Exquisite Tower into the storage bag.
effort.
As long as you take off the storage bag, you are done, and all the burdens on you will be lifted, even if you no longer have to explore the last secrets of the ancient city's secrets.
The elixir of the medicine garden, the Domineering Sword Intent, the inner elixir of the Luo Sheng Beast King, the Wangsheng Water, the pseudo-sacred beast upgraded to the fifth level... He has already obtained enough, and if he continues to be greedy, his life will be in danger.
What's more, even Chu Tianying, who owned the Nine-turn Exquisite Tower, died here without any explanation. Xia Chen was extremely frightened and just wanted to take off his storage bag and run away quickly.
Seeing that Chu Tianying's body had floated over, all it took was a mental thought...
Suddenly, Xia Chen felt a strong sense of hesitation in his heart. He instantly became hesitant and felt deeply uneasy. It seemed that as long as his mind moved, something extremely bad would happen.
This feeling is so strong, even stronger than the sense of life and death crisis.
He stared, motionless, watching Chu Tianying's body slowly float by. The thought of taking the treasure and running away quickly and the feeling of hesitation were at war between heaven and man. It was so intensely entangled. Suddenly, unexpectedly,
Don't know how to choose.
At this moment, a dead body wearing Fang family clothes floated behind him. Without warning, it opened its eyes strangely, revealing eyes like those of a dead fish.
The dead body was originally floating, but suddenly it stood up. At some point, there was a sword with a cold light shining in its hand, stabbing Xia Chen in the back.
The sword shone with a faint blue-green light, and seemed to contain poison that could break the monk's magical power.
The whole process was silent. Xia Chen was tangled in two thoughts and pondered, but he didn't notice anything strange at all.
Although no abnormality was found, Xia Chen suddenly felt a slight movement in his heart, and Xia Chen was startled. He naturally rose up from the ground and flew into the air.
The sword on the dead body of the Fang family member was instantly pierced.
He showed a ferocious look like a dead fish, looked at Xia Chen who was flying into the sky, let out a shrill roar that was not like a human voice, stiffened his body, and actually flew up, swung his sword, and slashed at Xia Chen.
And down.
Xia Chen's face froze. He originally thought that these monks were dead, but he didn't expect that the dead bodies could still move and they attacked them secretly.
What kind of power is controlling them, or are these monks not dead, but just turned into puppets?
He was no stranger to the art of corpse puppets, but he couldn't tell what kind of puppets these monks' corpses were.
My spiritual thoughts easily transformed into several new sources of energy, turning them into a powerful shield that stood firmly in front of Xia Chen. No matter how the dead monks from the Fang family slashed at me with their magic weapons, I stood still.
The dead Fang family monk was originally only at the fourth level of supernatural power. He was naturally far different from Xia Chen. Although he tried his best to slash with his sword, he could not break the original inner prohibition.
He roared like a zombie and used various magical powers, but none of them could leave even the slightest mark on the origin of the inner shield.
Xia Chen could actually kill him by raising his hand, but this corpse was too weird. Since he was dead, how could he suddenly attack someone? It happened that the dead Fang family monk was not very powerful, but he wanted to see what happened.
thing.
Unexpectedly, when the dead Fang family monk saw that he could not be killed, he quickly retreated, cast a spell, turned into a ray of light, and was about to escape.
Xia Chen was dumbfounded. He was already dead but still feared and ran away. Damn it, is this still a corpse?
He vaguely felt that something was wrong, and apart from the normal magical powers, the dead Fang family monk had no other special features.
With his spiritual thoughts moving again, the source of mental restraint instantly turned into a powerful bolt of lightning that struck out of thin air and immediately penetrated the body of the dead Fang family monk.
After the Fang family monk struggled painfully for a moment in the lightning, he finally became charred black and fell from the air. His whole body was like a piece of burnt charcoal, and he became motionless.
This time, he was really dead. Although it was no different from before, Xia Chen could feel it.
Swish, swish, swish... Several soft noises suddenly sounded from behind, as if something was approaching quickly.
Xia Chen turned around, and his eyes were instantly blinded by the dazzling light. The two dead monks from the Fang family and the Yue family suddenly stood up strangely and attacked him fiercely with magic weapons in hand.
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p.s: These days, I see a lot of people scolding me for how rubbish the beginning is. I really don’t want to write anymore. I think it’s quite boring. I worked so hard on typing. Who am I offending? If you don’t want to read it, just leave. Why bother?
My words are hurtful, I am tired of writing, and it is painful for you to read, so I will just stop writing, so as not to suffer the pain together.