On the periphery of Sansheng County, in this mountain area, there are seventy-three black peaks, with a long ancient rhyme and a dead air. A big bird with bones flew out in the gray dead air, its claws tore the mountain body, and its mouth opened. open, making a screeching sound of dry bones rubbing against each other.
The once ancient forest of pine flowers has become a bare forest, and the black land is still overflowing with blood springs.
Wan Xiangcen stood on this black soil, watching the terrifying gray air rush in and out of the ghost forest, his heart shook greatly, and said: "Feng Feiyun, what is this place? Why are we? Coming here?"
"Its breath has become stronger." Feng Feiyun looked at the grave mountain deep in the dead aura, the mountain body cracked in many places, and blood waterfalls flew down like Tianhe.
A fierce aura came from the top of the grave, like a wild beast lurking inside, making a strange and terrifying cry.
"Ouch!"
The sound was like a beast and a ghost, much like the magic thunder passed down from the Nine Heavens.
This is a terrible change that has only occurred in recent years. It is like the domain of death that fell from the sky. All the monks who pass by here are forced to retreat from a distance, and they dare not get close.
Wan Xiangcen, as His Highness of Evil Dao, has seen a lot of gloomy killing places, but at this moment, the stunning immortal appearance has also changed color, backed slightly, and leaned towards Feng Feiyun's body.
"Feng Dulong has been severely damaged, and it is likely that he has escaped into the ancestral land of the Feng family." Feng Feiyun did not feel Feng Dulong's breath on the outside.
Although this land of death is filled with the aura of death, which can corrode people's skin, for giant-level characters, they can still resist with tyrannical cultivation.
"What are you doing?" Wan Xiangcen looked at Feng Feiyun, who was walking step by step into the black woods, as if he were a lunatic.
Feng Feiyun stopped in his footsteps, turned around, stretched out his pale hand, and grabbed Wan Xiangcen, a charming fragrance rushed towards his face, and the sweet and light body fell into his arms. inside. She danced, her face was full of panic, and she wanted to break free from Feng Feiyun's arms, but Feng Feiyun's body was so strong, she was even more scratched when she hit Feng Feiyun.
Miaogui's finger on Feng Feiyun's finger rushed out of six brilliance, turned into six divine pictures, wrapped Wan Xiangcen and him, and then broke into the black forest.
In the black woods there is a gray gas of death, which can corrode people's flesh and aura, but there are six pictures of the gods guarding their bodies. far apart.
The more we walked towards the depths of the mountains, the more terrifying force made people feel heartbroken. After walking for nearly two hours and over a dozen mountains, Feng Feiyun came to the towering graves. Down.
Along the way, I encountered several strange creatures, all of which were killed by Feng Feiyun and fled to the depths of the grave.
The huge mountain was shaped like a tomb bag, with dozens of blood waterfalls cascading down from it, and white bones and carrion corpses floating up and down.
This is the burial ground of the ancestors of the Feng family. After the evil changes, it has become a ghost land of the dead.
Beneath the tomb hill, there is a mighty river of blood flowing.
"Cough cough!"
Feng Feiyun put Wan Xiangcen down and stood on the bank of the blood river, looking at the huge white bone at the bottom of the river. This white bone was lying on the bottom of the river, sleeping through the ages. And it didn't let half of its bones fade away.
Bone skeletons hundreds of meters high!
Every time Feng Feiyun saw this huge human bone, there was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.
This time, it was especially obvious. Even the brand of Hades on his chest began to throb, as if the fierce shadow of Hades was about to come alive.
Feng Feiyun felt severe pain in his chest, and a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.
"It's so weird, what is it that stimulates the power of the rotten blood of the King of Hell?" Feng Feiyun's spiritual sense was extraordinary, and he felt a pulling force, which came from the top of the grave mountain on the other side of the blood river.
Could it be that the power came from the top of the grave mountain
"If you can stimulate the rotten blood of the King of Hell, it is likely to suppress the rotten blood of the King of Hell!" Feng Feiyun was overjoyed, just like a drowning person who suddenly grabbed the life-saving straw when he thought he would die.
This is the hope of life.
The effect of everything is mutual. Water can carry a boat and capsize it. Death will inevitably lead to life, or peace will come.
Wan Xiangcen stood aside, and was also shocked by the hellish scene in front of him. The blood above the river of blood was steaming, and the blood spring on the top of the grave mountain was rolling down. Facing such poor mountains and bad waters, Feng Feiyun could still laugh
"Feng Feiyun, don't you want to break into the grave of death?" Wanxiang Cen's lips trembled.
Feng Feiyun found a trace of vitality and was in a good mood, saying: "The ancestors of the Feng family are buried in the tomb mountain, so I naturally want to worship."
"If you want to die, don't drag me and be buried with you... Ah, there is a terrifying existence in that mountain, and you will surely die if you enter it... Ah, lunatic!"
Feng Feiyun held Wan Xiangcen under his arm and flew over the river of blood. For the second time, he stepped into the dead soul trail of mountaineering. As soon as he stepped into the foot of the mountain, a black lightning flashed from the sky. Split down.
Feng Feiyun's cultivation base is not what it used to be. He escaped this lightning bolt, and his body turned into a flowing shuttle.
The mountains are filled with death, and there are many strange creatures!
Thunder and lightning fell from the ground and the sky, and the electric light turned into the ocean, instantly smashing the blood-colored stone into ashes, leaving three scars on Feng Feiyun's body, and the skin turned black and smoked.
When they came to the mountainside, there were green cypresses in front of them, and there were nearly a thousand ghost crows parked on them. They had black feathers and their bodies were seven or eight times larger than ordinary crows.
"This, this is a ghost crow, Feng Feiyun, your Feng family actually raised a ghost crow in the ancestral land, this is a creature belonging to the underworld." Wan Xiangcen stretched out his snow-white neck, raised his head, looked at The black ghost crow in Berlin.
She was deeply surprised, how could the creatures in the underworld appear in the burial place of the ancestors of the Feng family
"quack!"
A piece of ghost crow looked towards Feng Feiyun and the two, and made the sound of a female ghost crying, with green eyes, flapping its wings and flying.
Ghost Crow's Yin Qi is very heavy, like a black cloud, rushing over.
"quack!"
Feng Feiyun sacrificed the thunder fire beads, suspended in the palm of his hand, and a sea of fire rushed out from the black beads, and there were thousands of lightning bolts in the sea of fire.
Chi Chi!
More than a dozen ghost crows were burned by the sea of fire and smoked, their feathers were dyed and turned into fly ashes.
Feng Feiyun sacrificed to the sea of fire and flew towards the top of the grave mountain. There were several killings on the way, all of which came from the underworld and the yang world. Some of the creatures' combat power was comparable to the half-step giant. Fortunately, they were killed. Feng Feiyun sensed it in advance, avoided it, and took a detour.
The strange creatures here, I don't know if they were born by themselves, or they were attracted by something, which made Feng Feiyun almost survive several times.
After passing through a dry half-mountain lake, walking through a canyon full of stone tablets, and climbing a thousand stairs, I came to the top of the grave mountain.
The more he climbed to the top of the mountain, the more the imprint of the King of Hell on Feng Feiyun's chest jumped.
The top of the tomb mountain is a ring-shaped foothill, the center is sunken, and the bottom is dark, with black branches and leaves growing from below, like tentacles growing from the mountain.
Like a three-dimensional hilltop patio, straight down, with a black dead air.
"Woooo!"
The yin wind poured up from below, causing goose bumps on Feng Feiyun's skin, and the skin on his face was covered with a layer of frost.
Wan Xiangcen, who was held in his arms, squeezed his arm tightly, staring straight at the bottom of the dark patio, and said, "The yin wind that blew out just now is stronger than the weeping in the yin world. The cold air of the yin wind must be heavy, and there must be unparalleled evil things below, even if a giant breaks in, there will be death and no life."
"Ouch!" An earth-shattering howl came from below, and a black gust of wind rushed out, almost knocking Feng Feiyun off the grave and into the river of blood.
Fortunately, Feng Feiyun sacrificed the feathering platform in time and inserted it into the soil in front of him, blocking the shock wave.
Accompanied by this loud roar, two blood-red Hua Dao leaves flew out from below, were collected by Feng Feiyun without leaving a trace, and then quickly collected into the world spirit stone.
The leaves of Hua Dao have a fatal temptation for monks in the realm of destiny, and may help monks in the realm of destiny to realize the Tao.
A piece of Hua Dao leaf is worth more than a thousand-year-old spirit grass.
This is an extremely precious treasure. Once it is spread out, it will cause the entire world of immortals to go crazy, so naturally Wan Xiangcen cannot know about it.
"The Dao Hua Tree is really in the grave mountain, and it is likely to grow under this deep patio." Feng Feiyun opened his Phoenix Sky Eyes and looked down, but just as his eyes were shot out, he was countered by a terrifying force. He rushed back and nearly stabbed his eyes out.
The first-generation family owner of the Feng family was buried here. The wine and meat monk said that he had woken up, and that he had "turned evil" into a monster and turned into a monster.
How did the first generation of the Feng family master turn evil? Why did he come back to life after a thousand years of death? What has it become
What does this have to do with the rotten blood of the King of Hell
"Feng Feiyun, you don't really want to jump down, do you?" Wan Xiangcen was crying a little, for fear that Feng Feiyun would take her and jump into the courtyard of this graveyard together.
Without any hesitation, Feng Feiyun took out Miaogui's finger, Leihuozhu, and Yuhuatai to protect himself, and then jumped down with Wanxiangcen in his arms.
Wan Xiangcen is now his hostage, she must go wherever she goes.