"Hmph! I want to see how terrifying this ghost place is!" Fan Hao, the chief disciple of the Feixian Sect, snorted, jumped up, and rushed into the death zone. The black mist in the death zone didn't look like that at the moment.
As terrifying as before, Fan Hao was surrounded by golden light, blocking out the black mist, and gradually walked towards the depths of the death zone.
All the cultivators looked around one after another, hesitated and hesitated. With Fan Hao taking the lead, other disciples of the Feixian Sect also entered the death zone. Next, a white shadow flew out, and it was Su Xiaobai who also jumped in.
In the death zone.
Gradually, cultivators from various major sects entered the death zone one after another. Zhuge Buliang and Stammering Chatterbox looked at each other, and Chatterboxer said: "Let's go in and have a look, maybe the god of Fengmang Mountain is here."
The truth is hidden here.”
Zhuge Bu nodded. In fact, he also wanted to see what changes had happened to the Black Tower after so many days. Secondly, there was the black brick that had been hidden in his body. This black brick must be the same as the Black Tower.
There was some connection. He wanted to know what kind of object this was, which could actually drive countless undead creatures crazy about it.
The dark mist surged, and Zhuge Buliang, Stuttering, Chatterbox, and the monk named Hua Fei rushed into the death zone. Different colors of true energy brilliance emerged from the bodies of Chatty, Stuttering, and Hua Fei.
Zhuge Buliang's body was filled with white light.
"Are you... a spiritual root without attributes?" Hua Fei looked at Zhuge Buliang in surprise.
Zhuge Buliang nodded silently and did not speak. The few of them walked towards the depths of the death zone. Although the black mist here had gradually faded, it was still vague. The three of them did not dare to wield the sword. Who knew what was happening in the black mist?
Are powerful undead creatures hidden?
The black mist was billowing, and the four of them moved forward cautiously. The cultivators who had entered it before had disappeared. Perhaps they had chosen a different route than the four of them.
"Be careful, this area is full of undead creatures, some of which are no worse than masters in 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 in radius. The four people shuttled through the black mist. Zhuge Buliang used his memory to roughly remember the direction of the lost city and headed north.
In this bleak world, even if one's consciousness is sharp, it is difficult to distinguish the north, south, east, and west. As expected, the four people gradually lost their sense of direction, and the surroundings were filled with black mist, and the four people were spinning aimlessly.
"This place is really a ghost place. I think my consciousness is strong enough, but I still lost my way. This time it really cost me my life. Fortunately, we haven't encountered an undead creature yet." He said with a talkative face.
The look of distress.
As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist billowed, and a shadow rushed out from the black mist, bringing with it a ferocious roar and a sinister aura rolling in.
"Holy shit, crow's mouth!" Zhuge Buliang glared at Chatty Talker fiercely, and the four of them had to be on guard.
"Roar!"
A rotten ancient corpse rushed out. The ancient corpse exuded an unpleasant stench. Its clothes were in tatters. It carried two cold knives on its back. Needless to say, this was also the corpse of an ancient immortal cultivator.
The cold knife behind the ancient corpse brought out two sharp edges, criss-crossed in mid-air, and slashed towards the four people like a pair of scissors.
"clang!"
Hua Fei waved the Zen staff in his hand and hit the two cold knives. Although the cold knives were magic weapons left over from ancient times, their power should not be underestimated. Hua Fei was actually thrown away and took a few steps back in embarrassment.
Zhuge Buliang's pupils shrank, he had to doubt the horror of the weapon refining technique in the ancient world of immortality.
The ancient corpse roared, and he instinctively formed a magic seal. The two shouts flew away like a startled giant, directly approaching Hua Fei.
"Yeah, yeah, hey!" Chatterbox and Stammer also took turns turning their Zen staffs and rushed towards the ancient corpse. The Zen staffs flashed with different radiances and came down with force.
The ancient corpse's body was filled with black energy, and it actually faced the attacks of Chatterbox and Stutterer with both hands.