Ye Qingxuan and the others followed the cave and got out of the cliff, and were stunned by what they saw.
This is an underground space full of gray mist.
Although it can't be said that you can't see your fingers, the gloomy environment is extremely chilling.
Although it is deep underground and the fog is very thick, the air is very fresh and there is no sense of stuffiness.
Gusts of gloomy wind blew past, bringing a bone-chilling chill, and there were white ghost shadows in the gray mist, flickering and disappearing, accompanied by the sound of ghost cries and screams, which greatly increased the chill in people's hearts.
As expected of the land called "Mist Nether Tomb", it is indeed full of ghosts, not like the human world.
Seeing this, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but look up.
It was also so foggy that it was impossible to see anything clearly. This Demon Sect Holy Land was originally located in the underground world. No wonder it could not be found for thousands of years. It was so mysterious that it was unimaginable.
Except for the cliff behind everyone, no matter which direction they looked, there was thick fog, and it was impossible to distinguish the direction.
Sun Kun's teeth were chattering, and he couldn't help but whispered: "I said Ye Zi, there shouldn't be ghosts here, right?"
After listening to Sun Kun's words, Hua Wanrong also interjected worriedly: "Although there is no record on the sheepskin scroll, I have heard that this 'Mist Nether Tomb' was the place where the ghost sect practiced kung fu back then, and the living people were often killed. Put it into it and hunt it down, but in the end, the resentment was too heavy, which attracted evil spirits, and was finally sealed by the Holy Gate."
Ye Qingxuan touched his chin, showing a hint of surprise.
"Evil ghost?" Sun Kun was shocked and said angrily, "Why didn't you say it earlier? Why did you bring us here to a place where even the magic gate is sealed?"
Hua Wanrong retorted: "This is the only way to leave Huaxue Pond, and it is the only way to reach the core temple. Going here is better than fighting with many masters of my holy sect? What's more... It's just a legend, you really Do you believe in ghosts?"
Sun Kun was immediately annoyed by it. Although he wanted to yell at him, he couldn't really admit that he was afraid of ghosts!
Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment, and finally said: "No matter what is here, we have to go there. The demon corpse of Tianbai is not allowed to fall into the hands of the demon gate. Let's go!"
After finishing speaking, he immediately stepped into the gray fog calmly.
Mei Yinxue obediently followed behind Ye Qingxuan, glanced at Sun Kun who was afraid to take a step behind, and said with a smile: "Brother Sun, if you don't follow, you will get lost in the fog... If you are alone, what will you encounter? But there's no one to help."
Hua Wanrong snorted and stepped in.
Sun Kun looked left and right, Ji Lingling shivered, hurriedly caught up with Mei Yinxue, and entered the mist tremblingly.
This gray ghost mist is really weird, when it sees a stranger approaching, it boils as if alive, and rolls towards the four of them.
Ye Qingxuan frowned, probed a little, then turned around and said: "Don't take back the protective energy, this mist is weird, I don't know why, it can actually suck blood..."
With Ye Qingxuan's words, everyone was so frightened that they immediately opened up their protective energy to the maximum, blocking the rolling ghost fog from their bodies.
Ye Qingxuan has the highest martial arts skills, so he is naturally at the forefront.
As he walked forward, he calmly observed his surroundings, and his spiritual consciousness was at its maximum, which had already exceeded the limit of his eyesight.
The steps of the few people were slow and heavy, because the places they stepped on were full of potholes, and they felt a little wet, as if the moisture was heavy.
Ye Qingxuan identified a direction, and walked like this for an unknown period of time, and nothing happened along the way.
The group of them walked into the depths of the ghost fog unconsciously.
The color of the mist also gradually changed from gray and white to black at first.
Ye Qingxuan's complexion gradually darkened with the passage of time and the deepening of the journey.
Kaga!
A crisp sound startled everyone.
Ye Qingxuan stopped in his tracks, lowered his head and took a closer look.
Behind me, Mei Yinxue, Hua Wanrong and Sun Kun also crowded around curiously.
There was a sound of gasping for air, and everyone was shocked to find that what made the sound under Ye Qingxuan's feet was actually a pile of scattered bones...
On many of the bones, there are still broken strips of cloth. Although it is rotten and dilapidated, it looks like it should be valuable silk.
Next to it, there is another broken sword fragment, which is crystal clear and of excellent quality.
Ye Qingxuan gently touched the bones with his feet, his eyes flashed, and he found a token from a pile of wreckage...
"Da Nei's first-rank bodyguard, Zhao Tingyu?" Sun Kun couldn't help but exclaimed after glancing at the name on the token.
"Who is he?" Hua Wanrong asked curiously.
Sun Kun took a deep breath, tapped his forehead, and said, "It's the head of the Ouchi guards a few times ago. The uncle of Zhao Feipeng, the 'Gun King', is also one of the masters of Xue Gongwang, the 'Heavenly Hand'. Back then, Zhao Tingyu tracked down the magic gate. The master disappeared without a trace in the end. Many people said that he was ambushed, and unexpectedly died here... "
Hua Wanrong smiled coldly, and said: "I said earlier, there are many traps in the Holy Land, and the masters of the Holy Gate are vicious. No matter how powerful this Zhao Tingyu is, he will inevitably die without a place to die."
"Are you very proud?" Sun Kun said angrily, "I'm afraid you don't know the inside and outside of the Holy Gate mechanism you are talking about, and maybe it will kill you."
"You..." Hua Wanrong was deflated several times, her face was livid with anger.
It's just that Ye Qingxuan on the side narrowed his eyes slightly, heaved a sigh of relief, raised his eyes and looked around and said: "Even if your magic door mechanism is powerful, I'm afraid you won't eat people, right?"
"Cannibalism? What do you mean?" Sun Kun asked differently.
Ye Qingxuan threw a bone casually, and Sun Kun hurriedly took it, only to hear Ye Qingxuan say with unprecedented caution: "Look carefully, the bite mark on the bone...that was not caused by a mechanism."
Sun Kun's eyes widened. As expected, there were clear tooth marks on the skeleton of the human arm in his hand, and the broken part of the arm was also bitten off.
It doesn't matter, Ye Qingxuan went on to say a more frightening conclusion: "This Zhao Tingyu was not killed by a trap, nor was he beaten to death, but was divided and eaten by something."
Sun Kun turned pale with fright, and asked anxiously, "What is it?"
The voice has not yet fallen, hoo...
A ghost with terrifying wings roared past the crowd!
Ye Qingxuan raised his head and looked around, his consciousness extended to a height of twenty feet, even his face covered with blood glue could not hide the look of fear on his face.
"Follow me!" Ye Qingxuan glanced at everyone one by one, firmly grasped Mei Yinxue's hand, and shouted: "Run—"
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A strange long sword that was red all over, shaped like an iron vertebra, and also like a human spine, was inserted into the octopus's single eye, passed through the brain, and went straight into the spine.
Blood Baby Sword!
In the hands of Li Muru, the supreme sword of the Blood Sect of the Demon Sect is like a branding iron, turning fiery red and black red from time to time, with bloody veins entwined on the sword body.
The whole sword seemed to come alive, the veins of blood kept swelling, and the body of the sword made a "gurgling" sucking sound. The blood essence in the brain and bone marrow of the evil dragon was continuously sucked into the body of the sword, and then turned into the ultimate sword body. Pure essence, qi and blood were replenished into Li Muru's body.
The mouth of the giant urn not far away opened slightly, and Li Moyin's greedy and jealous eyes radiated blood red light, but he was bound with red sand, mercury and copper, which made him unable to take a step away from the giant urn.
Otherwise, even just one drop of the dragon's essence blood, which is far superior to the "divine blood", would be enough to heal his injuries by three points, and an arm would be derived, with the power to fight or escape.
But now in this situation, Li Muru can only be cheap.
Of course, under Li Moyin's suggestion, Li Muru, who was suspicious by nature, did not take the blood of the Holy Dragon directly, but used it to cultivate the "Blood Infant Sword".
Nourished by the holy dragon's blood, with a little sacrifice, the "Blood Infant Sword", which was only 80% completed, is enough to reach the level of the eighth-rank divine sword, comparable to "Zihuang" and "Blue Frost".
And Dacheng's "Blood Infant Sword" can absorb the enemy's blood essence, making it a master swordsman. Li Muru eats and drinks the leftovers of "Blood Infant Sword", although his progress is steady, but slow. In order to achieve the state of deification, hehe, there will be many people Li Muru needs to kill...
As long as Li Muru arouses Jianghu's ideas, he will have the possibility to escape while taking advantage of the chaos.
Seeing that Li Muru's aura gradually increased, and the blood color on his body became thicker and thicker, the smile in Li Moyin's eyes became stronger and stronger...