Ding Honglei frowned, as if everything in front of her was beyond her expectation.
"Let's keep moving forward." She observed carefully with the compass-like instrument she had been holding in her hand, and still found the direction correctly, leading everyone forward.
Ding Hao thought for a while, then rushed forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Ding Honglei, saying, "This time Lord Ding and I will lead the way together."
He did not reveal his findings to avoid causing any unnecessary depression.
Ding Honglei glanced at him thoughtfully, said nothing, nodded and moved on.
Ding Hao's spiritual consciousness covered it like a tide, and he carefully observed the surrounding terrain. Finally, he even closed his eyes and was no longer confused by what he saw. He relied entirely on the feedback of his spiritual consciousness to detect the terrain.
After a stick of incense.
"stop!"
Ding Hao suddenly spoke, with a thoughtful look on his face.
Ding Honglei glanced at Ding Hao, wondering what happened, but she still waved her hand and everyone stopped.
"The situation is a bit wrong. Everyone should line up in a row. Everyone should take a step together without making any deviations. Follow me and move forward in a long line." Ding Hao said.
Everyone looked at him and then at the road ahead, with doubtful expressions on their faces.
In front of it is a soft grassy beach with lush grass. It looks flat and soothing, and there is no energy fluctuation in the formation pattern at all. There is no dangerous atmosphere, but I don't know why Ding Hao suddenly said such a thing
Ding Hao did not explain.
He tipped his toes, and a fist-sized stone flew up from his feet and landed three meters away. The space between them swayed slightly, and the stone disappeared without a trace in an instant. He didn't know where it went. It was like it was swept away in an instant. Just like crushing and decomposing into the most primitive matter, there is no spatial fluctuation in the whole process, which is too weird.
At this moment, everyone's expressions changed.
With their eyesight, they couldn't see the whereabouts of the stone. There was no law aura flowing, which was a bit scary. Even if their consciousness searched frantically, they couldn't tell what happened.
"Listen to Ding Hao." Ding Honglei frowned.
Others no longer objected.
Although he didn't know what happened, Ding Hao obviously discovered something that they couldn't see or feel. It must be a terrifying existence to be able to hide from the induction of so many powerful gods.
Following Ding Hao's guidance, everyone lined up and walked forward step by step. Everyone almost followed Ding Hao's footsteps and found nothing unusual. The green grass under their feet was soft and comfortable, and the breeze blowing from all around them The breeze carries the fragrance of green grass.
After about half a stick of incense, Ding Hao exhaled a breath of turbid air and then said slowly: "Okay, that's all."
Only then did everyone relax.
Song Que looked at Ding Hao doubtfully and said, "Third brother, did you discover something?"
Ding Hao nodded and said: "It's not clear yet, but everything we see and perceive in front of us does not seem to be real. It is an illusory formation that can almost completely deceive any of our perceptions, and there is a huge murderous intention hidden behind it. "
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
They are all the top beings in the Northern Continent, and there are also some formation masters among them, but they did not see any clues. If Ding Hao had not reminded them just now, someone might have mistakenly entered the phantom killing formation and paid the price.
Ding Hao breathed a sigh of relief and continued to release and even sense.
In the feedback from his spiritual consciousness, there were no beautiful flowers, birds, fish, or insects around him.
Everything is an illusion that is close to reality.
The environment that everyone is in has always been a gloomy environment. They passed through a place like a single-plank bridge that is tens of thousands of meters long. It is surrounded by an abyss. The black aura is surging, and the dark power is suffocating. It seems to be able to suppress everyone. No one can see such a true picture of the power of the bridge. Once a person accidentally steps out of the range of the single-plank bridge, he will definitely be involved in the dark power and be shattered into pieces in an instant.
After passing this single-plank bridge, walking forward is a trap road with black flames constantly spurting out.
The black flame can burn the soul, enough to pose a threat to the powerful in the divine realm.
And only Ding Hao can see all this.
It seems that this can no longer be explained in terms of strength, and even the difference in spiritual consciousness cannot explain it all. It is indeed the first method of cultivating spiritual consciousness in ancient times, but some other middle-level divine realm experts have certain methods of cultivating spiritual consciousness. It is also very unique and rare, but it cannot see everything that Ding Hao saw.
"Maybe it has something to do with it?"
Ding Hao thought to himself.
He closed his eyes, not being bothered by vision, and used his spiritual consciousness to open the way, leading everyone through this journey full of black flame traps.
The surrounding environment is terrifying, enough to pose a threat to the powerful in the divine realm.
In the next half day, Ding Hao searched with his spiritual consciousness and passed through many traps and secret killing moves. During this process, there were several times when several strong men in the divine realm doubted Ding Hao's statement and tried it themselves, but failed. After being slightly injured, the others realized that they were indeed in an extremely dangerous environment.
It was not until a full six hours later that Ding Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, we seem to be out of the danger zone." Ding Hao slowly opened his eyes.
The others finally felt relieved.
The scene that appeared in front of them at this time was no longer a fairyland scene of green trees, fragrant grass, spiritual animals and gentle breeze. It had returned to the typical gray and sand-like dead scene of the Hungry Ghost Path. It was different from the previous poor scenery of the Hungry Ghost Path. The difference is that on the ground in the distance, there are beginning to be mountains
The mountains undulated and an ancient riverbed-like avenue appeared, leading to the rolling mountains. A strong wind roared, rolling up the gray earth and yellow sand all over the sky!
This avenue is full of ancient and colorful atmosphere.
I don’t know who walked it in what years. The road seems to lead to the sky. Two of the ruts are extremely clear and obvious, just like the traces engraved on the stone slab. People can’t help but always think of it. There is a picture of a skinny horse pulling a broken carriage passing here...
A young man wearing snow-white Confucian uniform stood quietly on this avenue, blocking everyone's way.
He was very quiet. He had a huge drawing board propped up in front of him and was drawing with his head down.
Because his head was lowered, it was covered by the drawing board, and no one could see his face, but his temperament, which was like forgetting the vicissitudes of life, made people think that he must be a young and handsome scholar, a talented man with a beautiful heart. Zhang can describe all kinds of romantic characters in his writings.
"I didn't expect you to come out unscathed. It really surprises me." The young man in Confucian uniform said without raising his head. His voice was indifferent and calm, but there was a kind of vicissitudes and helplessness that could not be concealed. This tone contains too many complex emotions.
"Are you the second gatekeeper? Are you..." Ding Honglei finally understood what he meant. He looked at the young man in Confucian uniform and said in surprise: "Are you one of the twelve secret envoys?"
"I won't kill anyone who can walk out of my painting. You can leave." The young man in Confucian uniform did not want to say more, as if any more words would delay his painting. He did not move, and his body and the drawing board moved gently. When we got to one side of the avenue, we got out of the way.
Ding Honglei didn't ask any more questions, looked at everyone, and embarked on this vicissitudes of strange road.
Only then did everyone realize that this young man in Confucian uniform was also one of the twelve secret envoys.
When passing by the young man in Confucian uniform, Ding Hao couldn't help but look back.
When his eyes fell on his drawing board, Ding Hao was startled, and he immediately understood what was going on. Different small pictures were painted on the huge drawing board. They were extremely clear and lifelike like photos, and each picture was as different as a photo. It's about yourself and others.
"Those images are so familiar... That's..."
Ding Hao was shocked to find that the contents of each picture were pictures of his group passing through dangerous areas before, especially the pictures of him walking in front with his eyes closed and leading others.
Everything on the screen is like a reappearance of previous experiences.
No, not a reappearance.
Ding Hao suddenly realized that the places where he and others walked, the traps and threats that were invisible to the naked eye and spiritual consciousness, were all painted by this young man in Confucian uniform. They were the world he created with his brush. But I and others were just walking around in the world in his paintings.
What kind of magical power is this
Were all the dangers we encountered before deliberately drawn to us by this young man in Confucian uniform
No wonder he said before that he would not kill people who can walk out of his paintings... It is really scary. What kind of cultivation is this? Silently absorbing others into one's own paintings, and manipulating the paintings at will The fate of the middle man is like a god who dominates everything!
If it weren't for the strange situation that happened to him and his spiritual consciousness could see through the illusion, then this young man in Confucian uniform would have been able to play with dozens of powerful men in the divine realm. Maybe someone would eventually be able to create the world in the painting, but There will definitely be a heavy price to pay.
Just when Ding Hao saw the picture, the young man in Confucian uniform suddenly turned his head and glanced at Ding Hao.
"You can actually see through my paintings?" With his scarlet eyes and face filled with black energy, he is indeed a powerful man who cultivates the power of darkness. He is very similar to the one who has perished. His bloody gaze passed over Ding Hao's body. There seems to be a little doubt and confusion.
Ding Hao didn't answer.
The moment he turned around and passed by, he glanced at the picture scroll he was creating.
This is the last painting on the petals of the young man in Confucian uniform.
This painting only has a few strokes, but it vividly outlines Ding Hao's back. There is no other scenery or environment on the snow-white paper. The young man in Confucian uniform can't put down the pen in his hand for a long time. It seems that he was temporarily In the meantime, I don’t know what kind of environment I should paint Ding Hao in.
Ding Hao and others finally crossed over and walked towards the mountains in the distance.
"That's the real reincarnation area at the core of the Hungry Ghost Path." Ding Honglei breathed a sigh of relief and looked much more relaxed. He accidentally passed the level. There will definitely be no more gatekeepers next. The destiny of reincarnation is here. If you can still see those few people in this mountain, your mission will be completed, and everything that follows will be left to fate to judge.
I need to make up for it, but it’s been a long time these days. Several readers and authors came to Baoji. I want to entertain them. I went to Famen Temple today and was stuck in traffic on the highway all afternoon. I came back very late, so I will update 2 .