The desert is endless and there are countless monsters.
Wang Fan walked alone in the desert, still feeling so lonely and desolate.
But compared to before, he no longer felt that irritable.
With the constant fighting, one monster after another died in Wang Fan's hands. Finally, another month later, the two of them saw a huge ancient castle.
It is better to say that it is an ancient castle than a city, because the size of the ancient castle exceeds Wang Fan's imagination.
The castle looked a little dilapidated, but it was filled with an aura of desolation and loneliness that had been washed away by the years.
Ruins of ruins and broken walls, debris lying across the ground.
"Sister Baiyi, is this the place of opportunity you mentioned? Is there really a chance of opportunity in such a bad place?"
Wang Fan looked at the old castle in front of him and couldn't help but ask Yin Baiyi in his heart.
Because this old castle doesn't look like a place of chance. Instead, it gives people an extremely weird aura.
Wang Fan swept out his mental power and could only see the outer wall of the castle, but could not see the inside at all.
As for the monks, there was also no one, let alone a monk. Within tens of thousands of miles, there was not even a monster, which made Wang Fan feel extremely strange.
It stands to reason that in any chance treasure land, there will definitely be monks or monsters occupying it.
Even if no one is here, there are bound to be countless people who come to seek opportunities.
However, this place is deserted and there is nothing to see at all.
This is not the most critical thing. The most critical thing is that on the ruined walls of the castle, Wang Fan can vaguely see some ancient and repeated formation runes.
Those formation runes gave off some weird aura, which made people feel very uncomfortable.
It can be said that if Wang Fan had not possessed the mixed pattern Dao Mark, he would not have been able to detect the strange aura released by the broken runes.
When Wang Fan's voice fell, a white shadow appeared instantly and landed beside Wang Fan.
It's Yin Baiyi.
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Yin Baiyi also looked at the old castle in front of him solemnly, with a somewhat solemn expression.
"I feel something is wrong here. It seems a little abnormal. However, since the ancient map says that this is a place of chance, it should be true. It's just that this place is dangerous. If you go in, even I have no absolute chance.
Be sure you can or get out."
Yin Baiyi's expression was extremely solemn, and it was obvious that she felt something was wrong.
When Wang Fan heard this, he suddenly became more solemn.
But she had some doubts in her heart.
Ancient pictures?
What ancient picture?
Wasn't it the map given by the boss in black? Was it an ancient map?
However, Wang Fan was confused but did not ask any more questions.
Yin Baiyi did not explain what happened to Gu Tu, but said: "Whether you want to go in or not is up to you, I will listen to you in everything."
She is now relying on Wang Fan to survive, so everything is dominated by Wang Fan.
When Wang Fan heard the words, he pondered slightly, and then gritted his teeth: "You're already here, so of course you have to go in and take a look. Otherwise, you'd be really unwilling."
With that said, Wang Fan did not hesitate and ran towards the castle.
When Yin Baiyi saw this, he didn't say anything, and instantly turned into a white light and disappeared from Wang Fan's wrist.
Wang Fan soon approached the castle. The closer he got, the stronger the uncomfortable feeling became.
Even Wang Fan felt a little panicked.
This old castle really doesn't look like a nice place, but rather like a place where the devil is entrenched, with an evil and frightening atmosphere inside.
He used his mental power to attach himself to the broken city wall again, with mixed lines and traces attached to it.
Looking into it, he soon became more clearly aware of the strange energy aura.
"These things seem to have corrosive power and a hint of evil darkness. What on earth are these?"
Wang Fan murmured in his heart, then stepped out and approached the castle cautiously.
He did not leap directly in, but walked to the city gate. .??.??
However, at this time, the city gate had completely turned into rubble, with only two walls on both sides.
Just looking at the height of the wall, it is not difficult to guess that this castle must have been extremely luxurious countless years ago. Perhaps it was even the place occupied by a certain powerful person in that era.
Of course, these things are just Wang Fan's guesses. After all, even people like Yin Baiyi don't know the origin of this castle and seem to have never heard of it.
Obviously, the history of this castle's existence is indeed quite long.
Wang Fan quickly approached the city gate and stepped in.
The moment he stepped in, a mysterious aura suddenly poured into his body. Wang Fan was shocked and immediately planned to use the mixed pattern Dao Mark to expel it.
However, at this moment, an invisible force like a sharp arrow pierced his mind instantly.
Wang Fan did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly mobilized the mixed pattern marks and blasted towards the mysterious power.
There was a bang, and a dull sound seemed to come from Wang Fan's mind.
The next moment, Wang Fan felt that his body became lighter.
After he came to his senses, he had already entered the castle, and the previous power had completely disappeared without a trace.
"What kind of power is that, and why does it feel so weird? Where is this place, and why does it feel so dangerous to me?"
Wang Fan murmured in his heart as he stepped forward and looked around.
He found it here
Inside, his mental power has been almost completely suppressed.
Even if there are mixed-grain traces attached, it cannot be swept out for a hundred meters.
Of course, Wang Fan has seen this kind of situation many times, so he doesn't really care about it at all.
"Da da da."
The sound of footsteps sounded, and Wang Fan was startled and couldn't help but turn his head to look.
Soon, he saw a group of figures walking out of the thick black fog ahead.
Those people were all shrouded in endless black energy. That black energy was definitely not demonic energy, but more like an evil aura.
The eyes of those people were also extremely empty, and they had obviously lost their minds.
However, their bodies were well preserved, with no wounds at all.
Although Wang Fan has experienced too many things and is well-informed, at this time, looking at these strange monks, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Is this a puppet? The soul was directly defeated and then died?
"The Broken Soul Castle, don't look back. Once you enter the Broken Soul Castle, you will fall into the Nine Netherworld."
At this moment, a series of long and cold voices came into Wang Fan's ears. He clearly did not see those people talking, but he heard their voices.
Wang Fan was sure that those voices came from those people.
For a moment, he only felt his scalp numb and his hair standing on end.
When the soul disappears, it is already equivalent to a walking corpse. Mental power cannot be used at all, and sound transmission cannot be achieved.
In this case, how did those people make sounds and still be heard by him?
"Damn it, what on earth is this place?"
At this moment, even Wang Fan couldn't help but curse.
This is simply too weird.
Even he, the Holy Emperor, felt strong strangeness and fear.
This chapter has been completed!