The martial arts master controlled his body shape, stood in the air, looked around, and at the same time spread his consciousness to explore the surrounding movements.
The surrounding environment was dark and gloomy, with no sun, moon or stars overhead, and only a few light sources coming from various strange vegetation.
Some tall trees are completely black and have lush branches, but most of the leaves are as black as ink.
Only a few leaves occasionally emit a burst of light, flickering in and out of light in the dark environment, which looks quite penetrating!
In the darkness in the distance, a large shadow appeared faintly, motionless, like many huge ancient beasts, hiding in the depths of the darkness.
In the quiet and dark environment, it looks particularly eerie!
On the ground not far away, there were some fist-sized green flames floating on the ground, like will-o'-the-wisps.
The martial arts master looked at it intently and narrowed his eyes subconsciously.
Under the will-o'-the-wisps, there were scattered white bones, with many marks of slashing and biting remaining on them, showing how brutal a battle had been here.
The martial arts master felt it a little bit.
Although there is some vitality of heaven and earth around, it is obviously much thinner than that of heaven.
Of course, it is far better than Longyuan Star.
However, this kind of heaven and earth vitality is also mixed with a dark and gloomy power, which is different from the heaven and earth vitality.
The martial arts master felt as if he had arrived in a strange world.
This world is not only incompatible with the environment of the heaven, it is even completely different from the entire atmosphere of the upper world!
Looking around, even the vegetation here has never been seen by the martial artist in the upper world. Everything is strange and strange.
"Where is this?"
The martial arts master frowned slightly.
He felt it carefully and found that he had completely lost contact with Qinglian's true form.
Normally, he controls the Prison Suppressing Cauldron. Even if he is in the Abi Hell, he can always maintain a connection with Qinglian's true body.
After falling here, he completely lost contact with the outside world.
The martial arts deity used the power of the cave and punched casually.
The surrounding void trembled, and a crack appeared, revealing the space tunnel inside.
The martial arts master ducked in.
Not long after, another piece of void opened, and the martial arts master walked out of the space tunnel, frowning secretly.
Something is wrong.
Although he can tear apart the void and teleport through space at any time, he has never been able to return to Abi Hell, let alone return to heaven.
There seemed to be an unbreakable barrier between him and Abi Hell!
"how so?"
The martial arts master was thinking and looking around.
He had just carried out space teleportation and had arrived near the tall shadow he first saw.
Only when I got closer did I see clearly that these majestic shadows hidden in the darkness were large rolling hills and mountains, with no end in sight.
The martial arts master didn't think much about it at first, but his eyes inadvertently passed over the nearest mountain peak, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly!
On that mountain peak, there were corpses everywhere, all kinds of creatures, not only human beings, but also other races. Corpses covered the entire mountain peak!
This is no ordinary mountain peak in front of me, but a mountain of blood-soaked corpses!
The martial arts deity spreads out his spiritual consciousness and continues to spread outward.
In these endless mountains, corpses are everywhere, and bones are piled up under the mountains!
There are even some creatures that have just fallen, and the flesh and blood on their bodies has not yet rotted.
What is terrifying is that such a tragic situation exists on the mountains and ridges within the tens of thousands of miles covered by the spiritual consciousness of the martial arts deity.
This is a mountain of corpses and bones!
At this moment, through the induction of the martial arts deity, he saw more than a hundred monks galloping towards him.
This group of monks was not surprised by the mountain of corpses and bones around them. They seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and they seemed to be locals.
"There is movement over there. Let's go and take a look. We just captured Crying Soul Ridge, so don't let other forces take advantage of us."
"Alas, the underworld energy is exhausted and resources are scarce. It is getting more and more difficult to practice."
"I wonder if I will ever have the chance to become a prison general in this life, own my own territory, command tens of thousands of jailers, and have countless beauties."
"Prison general? Don't count on it. We are destined to be jailers in this life. There are so many battles and killings in Beiling, it will be good if we can survive for a few more years."
"Even if you train to become a prison general, you may not be able to live long? The previous lord of Crying Soul Ridge was killed by our lord!"
The martial artist himself frowned slightly when he heard these conversations.
Dark energy
Jailer, jailer
Crying Soul Ridge, Beiling
Crying Soul Ridge and Beiling should be the same place names, but what are the underworld, jailer and prison generals mentioned by these monks
Since ascending to the upper world, the martial arts deity has spent most of his time practicing in seclusion.
But he has browsed the techniques and secrets of the upper realm. In Abi Hell alone, there are countless inheritances from the Three Thousand Realms handed down.
In these inheritances, there have never been any ghosts, jailers or the like.
In the perception of the martial arts deity, the cultivation realms of these more than a hundred monks each have different levels.
The lower ones are probably Xuanxian, and the higher ones are some Heavenly Immortals. The monks at the head should have the cultivation level of ninth-level Heavenly Immortals.
Moreover, the martial arts master noticed that although these monks were in human form, there were some subtle differences.
The pupils of these monks are all brown. Perhaps due to the lack of light source, their skin looks a little pale and lacks a lot of blood.
These monks also exude a sinister and cold aura, which is very similar to the surrounding environment.
This kind of aura has never been seen by the martial arts master in the upper world.
He knew nothing about this place and was about to find someone to ask.
After thinking about this, the martial arts master walked towards this group of people.
"Commander Cui, this time Lord Lord has conquered Weeping Soul Ridge, how many pieces of Hell Stone can we share?" a monk in the crowd asked with a smile.
"Don't worry, I won't miss you."
Commander Cui said calmly.
"Head, look, there's a guy over there!"
At this moment, several monks pointed at a purple-robed man coming from a distance and warned him.
"Why can't I find out what level of cultivation this person has?"
"Wearing a mask to cover up."
"Boss, why do I feel that this person exudes a strange aura? Doesn't he look like someone from Beiling?"
"It looks like a fat sheep, and there may be a lot of hell stones on it."
Several monks discussed in low voices.
Commander Cui looked at the man in purple robe not far away, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said through the message: "Look at my instructions later, I will explore the bottom first. If it is really a stranger, kill him first!"
"If there is a dark stone, we brothers should divide it first!"
"clear!"
The monks behind him responded quickly, licking their lips, their eyes shining, and they looked a little excited.