Zhao Rui left the restaurant and flew slowly in the direction pointed by the man.
While flying, carefully observe the surroundings, looking for the whereabouts of Weiling Mingjun and others.
Wei Ling Mingjun is a high-ranking spy of the Demon Clan with rich experience. If he encounters danger, he will more or less leave some clues.
It's just that he searched for a long time, but still didn't find any mark left by the mighty god.
At this time, Zhao Rui was far away from the center of the city, almost reaching the edge, and the residents of Jiwu City encountered on the road were less and less.
Whether in the air or on the ground, it was deserted, and there was no one in sight for a long time.
Occasionally, a fog demon would emerge from the fog, but it also had an unfriendly expression, and its eyes were full of viciousness.
Compared with the splendid giant tower complex in the center of the city, this place is very depressed. The buildings in sight are getting lower and sparser, and the giant towers that can be seen occasionally seem to be in disrepair. It looks dilapidated, and cracks have appeared on many buildings.
Zhao Rui was a little suspicious. Although Lord Wei Lingming came out to understand the situation in Jiwu City, why did he come to such a secluded place
What are the secrets worth exploring here
With doubts, he continued to move forward, the farther he flew, the more remote and desolate he became. In the end, there were no fog demons, not even a giant tower. Only the cold wind whistled low.
Zhao Rui couldn't help but began to wonder if the guy in the restaurant had deceived him.
He slowed down, thinking about whether to return here.
At this time, the outlines of several buildings. It appears and disappears in the distant mist.
These buildings seem to be quite different from the tower-shaped style of Extreme Fog City.
It's just because it's too far away, coupled with the fog. The outlines are so blurred that they cannot be seen clearly.
Zhao Rui thought about it, he had already flown so far anyway, and he didn't care about flying a little longer. So he speeded up and continued to fly forward.
As he flew closer and closer, the outline of the building in front became clearer and clearer.
The cornices of those buildings are warped, layer upon layer. It is somewhat similar to the fairy palace and temple in the fairy world outside the dark abyss.
When he got to the front, Zhao Rui was shocked by the scene in front of him.
This is the remains of an ancient Asgard complex.
The ruins cover an extremely large area, with exquisite architecture and magnificent momentum. At a glance, there is no edge.
It is conceivable that at the time of its heyday, there must have been continuous buildings and magic sounds. The fog demons come and go like a shuttle, and the banners cover the sky and block out the sun.
It's just that time is like a knife, gently erasing the glory of the past.
Only ruins remain. In the bleak cold wind, whispering the glory of the past.
The ground is overgrown with weeds. Swaying in the wind, withered and yellow vines. Crawling over the broken walls, the incomplete exquisite reliefs are quietly covered up.
A dead towering ancient tree still stretches its crooked branches towards the sky, as if making a silent complaint to the sky.
Zhao Rui took a deep breath, only to feel that the breath was full of desolation and desolation.
Quietly looking at the ruins of the fairy palace in front of him, a thick cloud of suspicion rose in his heart.
The style of this fairy palace ruins is very different from the tower-shaped building in Jiwu City.
Although the towers of Extreme Fog City are huge and majestic, they are too rough and lack aesthetic feeling.
Although the ruins of the Immortal Palace here are dilapidated, they are exquisitely crafted and beautiful, not much better than the palace complexes in the Immortal Demon Realm.
In addition, the age of the Xiangong ruins seems to be very long, and it may have appeared since the ancient times.
Didn't the Nether Yuanzu say that the fog demon in the extremely dark abyss is cruel and savage, and his mind is not yet open
How could such a magnificent fairy palace be built in ancient times
Zhao Rui thought for a long time, but he forgot most of the purpose of coming here.
The pattering rain, which started at some point, fell and hit the body cold and cold.
The rain was a shocking bright red, viscous, foul-smelling, more like blood.
A warning sign rose in Zhao Rui's heart, and he woke up instantly. He fixed his eyes and looked around vigilantly.
Surrounded by white mist and confusion, there was a dead silence.
Listening carefully again, it seemed that there was another low whimpering sound, coming from the ruins of the fairy palace deep in the mist, and it seemed extraordinarily miserable in this empty building complex.
what's there
Zhao Rui's heart trembled, he raised his guard, and walked slowly in the direction of the voice.
The further you go in, the deeper the weeds are, almost up to your waist, and there is no life in the vicinity, as if you have come to the realm of the god of death.
As he walked, there was a "click" under his feet, as if he had crushed something.
Zhao Rui pushed aside the grass and looked down. It turned out to be a dead bone!
The dead bone fell to the ground, his right arm had been trampled off, the rest of it was still intact, and an unsheathed fairy sword was thrown not far away.
It's just that due to the corrosion of time, this magical weapon has long been dilapidated and lost its former glory.
Zhao Rui's doubts deepened. The fog demon in the extremely dark abyss and the ghost demon in the otherworldly space actually have some similarities.
They are all tangible and intangible spirit bodies. Once they perish, they will dissipate automatically, and they should not leave any trace of existence.
That being the case, how could there be a dead bone here
With doubts, he walked a little further, stepping on several dead bones one after another!
Zhao Rui felt more and more that something was wrong, he stopped in his tracks, and with a light wave of his hand, the weeds in front of him separated to the two sides with a "brushing".
A road paved with dry bones loomed in front of his eyes!
And at the end of this avenue, stands a huge tomb made of dead bones!
Around the tomb, stood the dead bones of nine huge creatures. These dead bones were hundreds of meters long, like loyal guards, guarding around the tomb.
Zhao Rui was terrified, feeling that the temperature around him seemed to have dropped a lot in an instant, and his body felt chills.
One will become famous forever.
But the dead bones here are far more than ten thousand, but definitely more than one hundred thousand, and may even reach hundreds of thousands!
What is the identity of these dead bones
What is the reason for such a huge number of them to perish
And what kind of legend is buried in this bone grave
Thinking this way, Zhao Rui walked around the huge tomb and observed carefully, hoping to find some clues, but he found nothing, and even the seemingly invisible whimpers that led him here disappeared altogether.
There were only a few strange birds with pitch-black hair standing on top of the tomb, staring at him with dark red eyes, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
The reason for the formation of the bone tomb was not found, nor were the missing demons such as the mighty gods.
Zhao Rui felt that this was not a place to stay for a long time, and was planning to go back.
At this moment, those strange birds opened their mouths and let out a weeping and strange cry.
Zhao Rui turned around in a hurry, only to see thick black air coming out of the tomb, sweeping towards him! . . )