Even infants seem to naturally feel inexplicable fear when the night comes.
But some people like the dark very much.
Because they are just night for most people.
A beetle the size of a fingernail emerged from a piece of rotten bone.
This beetle is round and black. It does not blend perfectly into the night, but looks a little shiny.
The row of small short legs under its abdomen moves very quickly, but its round body actually does not move very fast, making it look a bit naive and even cute.
It climbed up along a piece of rotten bone.
This rotten bone rests on a white rib.
This rib is the rib of some kind of giant beast. To the monks, it is like a pillar stuck diagonally in the ground.
But to this beetle, this white rib is like a very high mountain peak.
The beetle swung its short legs tirelessly and quickly up the mountain, and finally reached the highest point of the rib.
When the faint starlight fell on it, its head suddenly split open, revealing two rows of ferocious bone blades.
These two rows of ferocious bone blades kept cutting at the highest fracture of the rib, grinding off some crystal bone powder, which was then sucked in by a disgusting pink mouth tube.
After devouring bone meal for a long time, the beetle finally stopped.
When its head is closed, its entire body is obviously rounded again.
It hesitated in place for about ten breaths, seeming to be thinking about what to do next. Then it seemed that it couldn't resist the temptation of bathing in more starlight. It jumped with all its strength, and landed on a piece in front of this rib.
On top of a large skeleton.
This skeleton is the skull of some giant beast.
Even for a monk, it is as big as a small hall.
However, only the side facing the beetle can be bathed in starlight, while the other side is always bathed in shadow.
On that side, not far from this huge skull, there are many real Taoist temples...
No temple is complete.
Countless dilapidated Taoist temples were bathed in the dark night and pale starlight, and then cast mottled shadows like ghosts.
Countless huge bones are scattered among these dilapidated Taoist temples, as if they have become part of these Taoist temples.
Bathed in the dark night and starlight, these dilapidated Taoist temples are already like a big city, a huge and dilapidated maze, but more ruins are still extending farther away, and then they are covered by the rolling tide of thick vitality.
Inside.
In the dark night, the thick vitality that rolls like a tide has a slight milky white color, but there are many small yellow, black, and gray particles inside, making this thick vitality that seems to be connected to the sky mixed with everything from the sky.
The wind and sand swept in from a distance.
However, only when you get really close can you see clearly that those tiny particles are all kinds of insects flying in the thick rolling energy.
These insects seem to be engaged in a desperate carnival in the dark night.
While they obtain food, they also become food for others.
This is the center of Baiguzhou, somewhere on the edge of the Qibao Ancient Territory.
Those tumbling vitality that seem to reach up to the infinite void and down to the netherworld are the evil spirit poisons that are unique to the Qibao Ancient Domain and make all high-level monks fear them like snakes and scorpions.
Compared with the danger and desolation of Qibao Ancient Territory, the night seems extremely gentle.
The cleanliness and order required by the Monk Continent have nothing to do with this place.
However, when the beetle finally climbed to the top of the skull, it was half bathed in starlight and half covered by the shadow of the Taoist temple. It found that the other end of the skull did not have more starlight than it imagined, even if it was
It also felt an aura that seemed incompatible with this place.
Higher up than it can see.
At the top of the tallest dilapidated Taoist temple where the evil spirit poison is within easy reach, a young male cultivator wearing a white robe is overlooking the ruins spreading forward.
The cassock on his body was as spotless as a white lotus that had just emerged from the water.
His quiet independence is like a flower blooming in a bad soil. This image is probably unforgettable to those who have seen it.
He just stood there.
Behind him, at the top of the dilapidated temples, a dozen young monks also wearing white robes quietly appeared.
The attire of these young monks and this monk seem to be exactly the same, and even the temperaments are very similar. They are both cold and determined. The light in their eyes is as pure as the sharp edge of a sword, without any superfluity.
emotions.
The white-clothed monk standing closest to the evil spirit poison did not move, nor did the other white-clothed monks who followed him. They did not even make any sound.
A blurry halo of light lit up on the left hand side of the monk in white who was closest to the vicious spiritual miasma.
What exudes a blurry halo is a white conch hanging on his left wrist.
Without any real energy being concentrated, this ordinary snail-sized snail suddenly shone brightly. It was originally white and spotless, but when it emitted a halo as blurry as a moon corona, its surface suddenly shone brightly.
Some mysterious golden runes emerged.
These golden runes are like tangled masses of seaweed, messy but full of indescribable beauty because of its light.
"How are you doing there?"
A lazy voice sounded from the conch.
"Packed up some miscellaneous fish." The white-clothed monk said lightly. His voice was somewhat similar to the voice that sounded from the conch, but his speaking speed was much faster than the lazy voice. "It can be confirmed at the moment.
What is surprising is that Heishu has indeed escaped into the Qibao Ancient Territory."
"What does it mean to escape into the Qibao Ancient Realm, Ling Qi, you are always too humble, so humble that it makes people feel almost hypocritical. Isn't it your plan to let Heishu enter the Qibao Ancient Realm?" Lazily
The voice sounded from the conch again.
The white-clothed monk known as Ling Qi smiled mockingly, "A strategy is a strategy, but if she didn't have the ability, she would have been killed before she could escape into the Qibao Ancient Territory."
The lazy voice in the conch said: "I'm too lazy to reason with you, but I can tell you that there seems to be something strange this time."
Ling Qi's eyebrows suddenly raised like swords, "You also have an accident over there?"
The lazy voice said: "I have also killed a few miscellaneous fish, and it seems that another batch has come from the Dimarsh. And there is news from Lao Wu that there seems to be those wastes from Dushan Continent and Qixian Continent.
Traces of activity.”
Ling Qi was silent for a moment. He didn't say anything more, he just said: "I understand."
The lazy voice seemed to know these three words and laughed, and then the blurry halo outside the white conch naturally dissipated.
Ling Qi thought silently for a few more breaths, and then he slowly turned around.
A white pill furnace only the size of a fist suddenly floated in front of him.
This white alchemy furnace seems to be refined from some kind of spiritual bone. It is not as crystal clear as crystal, but it is more translucent than the most delicate white jade.
A pale flame gushes out from the white pill furnace.
This pale flame is very cold in color, and the flame itself seems to have no heat.
When the flame fell towards the shadow in front of Ling Qi, the firelight illuminated the pile of bones falling inside.
To be more precise, this is the body of a white-bone demon.
This high-level monster in the Qibao Ancient Domain is like a pile of white dry firewood that has been chopped apart.
The bone marrow, which has strong corrosive acidity, is still crawling like earthworms in the cracks of this dilapidated Taoist temple.
On its head, countless white bone threads disorderly cover its pupils.
The dim light in its pupils has not yet completely attracted him.
When this pale flame fell, the remaining faint light in its pupils jumped wildly, as if it wanted to escape in extreme fear. However, such a fearful struggle only consumed the last trace of energy.
.
The firelight fell on the head of the just-killed White Bone Demon.
The pale flames spread out like running water, wrapping around the most powerful spiritual bones among the skeletons of the White Bone Demon.
These spiritual bones were wrapped in pale flames, suspended in front of the white alchemy furnace, and then twisted and changed in the pale flames. The extremely tough spiritual bones became as soft as liquid, and after dozens of breaths,