If a large number of undead masters come, it will be really troublesome.
Liu Wuxie was pressed for time and had to rush back tomorrow if possible. The auction would be held in three days.
These undead clan surrounded Liu Wuxie and Luo Hai, preventing them from leaving.
During the grand ceremony of all races, Liu Wuxie killed a large number of undead tribes, and this matter has been reported back.
"We're going to Death Mountain."
Liu Wuxie frowned, but still stated the purpose of his trip, hoping that these undead clan would give way and not waste his time.
Hearing that Liu Wuxie was going to Mount Death, all the undead tribe suddenly stepped back, taking a dozen steps back before they stood firm.
"Are you going to Death Mountain?"
The leader of the undead had a look of horror on his face, and his tone of voice was a bit uncalm.
"Are you still going to stop us?"
Liu Wuxie also didn't expect that even the undead tribe would be afraid of Death Mountain.
"Go forward a thousand miles from here, and you will see a mountain covered by black clouds, which is the Mountain of Death."
After saying that, all the undead tribe fled completely, fearing that they would have any causal relationship with Liu Wuxie.
It came and went quickly, leaving Liu Wuxie and Luo Hai confused.
We were ready to take action just now, but why did all these undead clans run away when they heard the words "Desperate Mountain"?
It stands to reason that the existence of Death Mountain, the Planet of the Undead, and the Undead Tribe should be one and the same.
"Wuxie, I feel something is wrong. Let's go back. The Tiandao Society is already on track. At worst, our pace of development will be slower."
Luo Hai was still worried about Liu Wuxie's safety.
If there was something wrong, how could he explain it to Xu Lingxue and the senior officials of the Tiandao Society?
"You're here, I want to see who is here playing tricks."
A sneer appeared on the corner of Liu Wuxie's mouth. There are countless races in the world, and there are many races he has seen.
The Mountain of Death is weird and could be even more dangerous than the fairy world.
Luo Hai couldn't defeat Liu Wuxie, so he had to follow behind and be careful.
Following the guidance of the leader of the undead tribe, Liu Wuxie traveled about a thousand miles and indeed saw a huge mountain peak standing there alone.
The peak is surrounded by black water. This is not three thousand weak water, but stagnant water.
The stagnant water is filled with endless air of death, and there are a large number of insects floating in it.
"There's a bridge over there."
Above the stagnant water, waves of mist floated, making it difficult to see the specific scene of Death Mountain. Only an outline could be seen.
A strange little bridge appeared over the stagnant water, making a clattering sound.
The bridge is very narrow and can only accommodate one person passing through. It is tied with black chains on both sides and has a few broken wooden boards in the middle.
The two of them stood at the end of the small bridge. At the end of the bridge, there was a sign, which was already rotting. A few lines of small words could be vaguely engraved on it.
"The bridge of death, the soul is cut off, the person borrowing his life, there is no way back!"
Luo Hai stepped forward and wiped it, and the writing on it became much clearer.
"Wuxie, what does this mean?"
Looking at the words above, Luo Hai felt horrified and asked Liu Wuxie.
"This is a road of no return. Stepping onto this bridge means putting your life in the hands of others."
Liu Wuxie frowned and her tone was a little solemn. This was the first time she had seen such a strange bridge.
"Then let's fly across the water."
Luo Hai suggested flying across the water so that there would be no point of no return.
Liu Wuxie said nothing, took out a bird from the animal storage bag and let it fly out.
Many monks like to carry some living objects, such as
When entering a cave, in order to confirm whether there is any danger inside, a bird will be put in first.
As soon as the bird flew over the stagnant water, it made a sharp cry and fell into the stagnant water.
Then an even more incredible scene appeared. All the flesh and blood on the bird was gone, leaving only a skeleton, hovering on the water and making a quacking sound.
Luo Hai felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on end. A bird without flesh and blood could fly with only a pair of bones. What did this stagnant water contain?
The bird flew for about a few breaths, then fell into the stagnant water and disappeared completely.
Others can't see under the stagnant water, but they can't stop Liu Wuxie's ghostly eyes.
In the depths of the stagnant water, there are countless skeletons piled up, including those of humans, monsters, star beasts, monsters, demons, etc., there are countless of them anyway.
Among them were the skeletons of the Peak Heaven-Seeing Realm, which even they could not fly over. If the two of them rashly stepped onto the dead water, they would soon become one of those skeletons.
"You stay outside!"
After Liu Wuxie finished speaking, he stepped onto the bridge of death and asked Luo Hai to stay here.
"Innocent!"
It was too late for Luo Hai to stop him, Liu Wuxie's body had already fallen on the bridge.
There are very few planks on the Bridge of Death, and one will appear far apart.
If you step on the air, you will fall into the stagnant water. The entire stagnant water will be enveloped by an invisible layer of energy, making it impossible to fly.
Coupled with the heavy fog, it was difficult to see where the next plank would land.
With his ghost eyes, he could see through everything, so Liu Wuxie dared to take the risk.
After several vertical shots, Liu Wuxie disappeared into the mist, and Luo Hai could no longer see Liu Wuxie's back.
The Bridge of Death is very long.
Liu Wuxie walked for a full stick of incense and finally saw the other side.
After using his body technique, he landed firmly on the ground, and a withered yellow oil lamp appeared in front of Liu Wuxie.
That's right, it was an oil lamp, suspended three meters away from Liu Wuxie.
The entire Mount Fugitive was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers at all. The entire mountain peak was shrouded in black clouds.
The oil lamp can illuminate scenes within a three-meter radius and three meters away. Even ghost eyes cannot see through it, which surprised Liu Wuxie.
Just as Liu Wuxie was about to speak, the oil lamp moved on its own, drifting forward little by little like a beacon.
I had no choice but to follow the oil lamp and secretly communicate with the evil blade. The door of darkness was ready to go, and the eternal artistic conception was already brewing.
If there is any danger, just strike with thunder.
For thousands of years, only one person has successfully borrowed something from Death Mountain.
After the man borrowed it, he didn't mention anything about Death Mountain.
Walking along the oil lamp, it seems like you are walking on a stone staircase.
As we walked higher and higher along the stone steps, the surrounding fog became thicker. The black fog enveloped Liu Wuxie like a flood.
The terrifying smell of death makes people feel uncomfortable all over.
"What a terrible power of death."
Liu Wuxie said secretly.
Although he has comprehended the Great Death Spell, it is far from the power of death here.
After walking for about half an hour, the guiding lamp in front suddenly stopped moving. We should have reached the designated area.
"Da da da……"
There was a clicking sound all around, a large number of oil lamps lit up, and a dark hall appeared in front of Liu Wuxie.
Under the illumination of the oil lamp, the hall looked even more eerie.
"Creak!"
To be continued...