On the dark sky that instantly changed, stars twinkled, and the cold starlight shone down, reflecting the rolling mountains of bones in the distance. Between the mountains, rivers of blood surged, ghosts roared, and evil spirits filled the air.
Nearby, a dense forest spreads out. At first glance, the branches are lush and leafy, no different from an ordinary mountain forest. But if you look closely, you will find that the branches of this forest are made of blood-stained limbs.
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And in that dense and lush canopy, every leaf has a ferocious and twisted face, roaring silently, filled with resentment and death.
"Is this a ghost country?"
In this place of the dead, where corpses are everywhere and the smell of blood is permeating, Feng Bingwen's body is surrounded by divine light and he looks at the surrounding scene with great interest. He even stares at that place, with bones as branches and souls as leaves.
I took a closer look at the mountain forest decorated with blood.
Deep in the forest, there is a miasma formed by the grievances of tens of thousands of living beings who died tragically. It is so strong that it is like a substance. If a mortal touches it at all, he will turn into a ghoul on the spot, and the negative emotions mixed in it
, it is enough to make a weak-minded monk lose his balance and turn into a demon on the spot.
Feng Bingwen was naturally not affected. Such a scene was certainly terrifying, but the most important thing was that this forest was not created by the massacre of human races, but by the massacre of alien races.
In the dense canopy, the twisted faces on the leaves looked familiar to Feng Bingwen. If he saw it correctly, this seemed to be an ancient relic that survived and multiplied in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Feng Bingwen didn't know what kind of performance this remnant clan had in ancient times, but at this time, in this secret realm that was pieced together from the broken remains of Dongtian Paradise, it can be said that they are everywhere. At the price, these remnant clans are weak.
To the point where it's basically unnoticeable.
But I didn't expect that this alien race would fall to such a miserable state. Just look at the scale of this mountain forest, and you can tell that the Netherworld Daozi killed many people.
But soon, Feng Bingwen no longer had the time to look at the Ghost Kingdom. A tall figure as tall as a mountain appeared in the Bone Mountains, with surging blood spurting out, like a furnace falling into it.
And the moment this figure appeared, the deep and silent atmosphere was suddenly diluted a lot, and even the mournful wail from the resentful soul was much smaller.
However, Feng Bingwen's face, which was originally indifferent, became solemn. For the first time, he felt a sense of crisis in his heart. This was something he had never felt before when he was fighting Tianjian Daozi. This Netherworld Daozi could indeed threaten him.
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Don't look at anything else, just look at this Netherworld Ghost Kingdom. Even though Feng Bingwen found many flaws and saw too many imperfections the moment he was dragged into it, this is a place.
A real ghost country.
It was outrageous. Feng Bingwen couldn't understand how a monk in the Mortal Realm could own a ghost kingdom. Even a dilapidated ghost kingdom should not be controllable by monks in this realm.
After three days of separation, I saw that Feng Bingwen was no longer the newbie in the spiritual world. He also knew many "well-known" common sense in the spiritual world.
For example, the famous great supernatural power of the Netherworld can control the kingdom of ghosts in the palm of one's hand, which is copying, bah, borrowing from the more famous great supernatural power of Buddhism and controlling the kingdom of Buddhism.
Of course, on this basis, the Netherworld Dao, the iconic magical power, naturally has its own thing. The ghost kingdom can continue to evolve. The ultimate ideal pursuit is naturally to evolve into the legendary destination of all living beings in the world after death.
The underworld of the underworld.
However, ideals are always ideals, and so far I have not heard of any powerful person from the Netherworld who has deduced magical powers to such a level.
However, there are many immortals who have opened up their own blessed land of bones and caves according to this magical power. Therefore, the minimum requirement for practicing this magical power is to be a human immortal.
This is a method practiced by the immortals of the Netherworld when they opened up the Paradise of Cave Heaven!
In other words, this Netherworld Taoist crossed two realms and developed the great magical power of an Immortal Way in advance.
Although she did not completely succeed in the sacrifice, she succeeded in part, and this was enough for her to rely on it to sweep through the same level.
There are many factors that determine victory or defeat in monks' fighting, including modifying one's own state, the magic weapons used, magical powers, and even the time and place, which can all affect the final outcome of a battle.
And this Netherworld Taoist, who is suspected of cheating, can drag his opponents into the ghost country that he has created, and he is invincible from the beginning. He is simply acting like a rogue.
Feng Bingwen stared at the slender figure standing on the shoulders of the giant, his expression becoming more and more solemn. He was cut off from the connection between the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Moreover, this imperfect and broken ghost country also followed a will and had great malice towards him, wanting to eradicate him from it. The mournful and wailing soul sounds echoed around him.
This was him, Feng Bingwen. If it were other monks in the Mortal Realm, even the Heavenly Sword Daozi, if he didn't dodge in time at the beginning and was dragged into the ghost country, he would only be defeated in the end.
Wow!
The surging giant did not move, and the beautiful figure standing on the giant's shoulders also did not move. However, in the sky, the stars with faint cold light moved, and one chain after another shone with a cold luster.
It hangs down from the sky, like a spiritual snake, wrapping around Feng Bingwen!
In the creepy mountain forest not far away, as a bleak wind blew by, tens of millions of evil spirits floated up from the tree crowns on the wind, leaving only the bare trunks and branches.
, turned into a thick dark cloud, drifting towards Feng Bingwen.
"Master, I can't move!"
Beneath Feng Bingwen, the voice of the five-colored deer who was dragged into the ghost country was trembling. This was the first time she had seen such a terrifying scene, and it was also the first time she felt that death was so close to her.
"The escape method can't be used anymore!"
There was a hint of crying in Hua Chaoyan's voice. She had always been successful in the past, and the escape method that could be used with just a thought had lost its effect here. She actually lost her chain at the critical moment.
"Um!"
Feng Bingwen listened calmly to the cry of his mount. The five elements of divine light rose from behind and turned into an indestructible barrier, blocking dozens or hundreds of bone chains hanging from the sky. And on his fingertips, there were
Thunder jumped, and with a wave of his hand, it turned into a sea of thunder and poured down.
Thunder, no matter how it changes, is the most powerful force in the world. Its fierceness is unparalleled, and its power is the most domineering and tyrannical among many Taoist methods.
As for Feng Bingwen's thunder method, it was passed down from the ancient sages. Although they often dislike it verbally, it depends on what kind of thunder method it is compared with. If it is placed among the many thunder methods that have evolved over thousands of years of humanity,
It can be considered the best.
Under the thunder of the sky, the overwhelming tide of innocent souls was instantly wiped out, and the front row of ghosts didn't even make a sound and became silent.
"Master, I'm so useless!"
The deer's voice of self-blame continued to sound, and her escape method was useless, so she opened her four deer legs and ran wildly in this ghost country. She couldn't let the master sitting on her back be beaten passively.
But she soon discovered that no matter how she ran, she was always trapped in this area. The mountains in the distance and the surging river of blood had never changed. No matter how hard she tried, she could not get close.
"Don't blame yourself!"
Feng Bingwen calmly accepted all attacks from all directions, whether it was the chains falling from the sky, the wave of resentful souls and undead floating in the wind, or even the zombie arms stretched out from the ground, they were all easily defeated by him.
Dissolve it.
"You've tried your best!"
By this time, Feng Bingwen could basically confirm that this Netherworld Daozi was a cheater. Although the ghost kingdom she had cultivated was incomplete, with flaws and flaws everywhere, these flaws were not his at all.
A monk in this realm can take advantage of it.
If you meet someone with a higher level, such as Yuan Dan monk, well, if you are not from a big sect, there is a high probability that you will be overturned, but if you have the inheritance of a big sect, it will be this Netherworld Taoist who will be overturned.
But the premise is that you have to have realm advantage.
"How did she train?"
Feng Bingwen was puzzled. With his magical power, he thought that no one could surpass him among his peers. However, it was simply unrealistic and unsustainable for him to practice magical powers such as the Ghost Kingdom in his Palm.
Already.
He couldn't understand, so Feng Bingwen simply stopped thinking about it. He was not such a troubled and serious person. There were too many unknowns in this world, and there was no need to understand everything.
Just like others would never imagine, the innate Five Elements Dao body he possesses was inherited from a powerful person in ancient times, and is not innate.
The Netherworld Taoist opposite may have had a great opportunity, allowing her to cross two realms and practice the great magical powers that only humans and immortals are qualified to cultivate.
He is not the only one in the world who has many adventures. Those who are born into famous families are born with great luck. They rarely encounter adventures, because most of the opportunities in the world are scattered in the wilderness.
For them, it’s just the icing on the scene, and it doesn’t mean much.
But once they encounter an adventure and get an opportunity, they can do all kinds of things that are beyond common sense, even unreasonable and irregular.
"No wonder that giant Long Bo was defeated and was beaten to death!"
Feeling the fairy spirit energy in his body slowly decreasing at a firm and powerful speed, Feng Bingwen sighed sincerely.
Unable to get out and unable to move, it can only be like a trapped beast, imprisoned in a limited area, withstanding the impact of ghosts and undead again and again. The most important thing is that there is no replenishment. In such a battle, no matter what the opponent is,
Being tyrannical and without reciprocal means, defeat is only a matter of time.