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Chapter 303 Ancient Evil Spirit

The flying boat on the sea of ​​clouds is three feet long.

But the width is only more than three feet, which is about the size of a person.

It was the first time for Feng Qingyan to ride on the Sea of ​​Clouds Flying Boat, so he looked at it curiously and found that the Sea of ​​Clouds Flying Boat could carry up to five people...

Huhu——

The sea of ​​clouds flying boat flies in the sea of ​​clouds at extremely fast speeds, and the sound of wind like thunder can be heard in the ears.

It can fly dozens or hundreds of miles in the blink of an eye.

Although the speed of the flying boat in the sea of ​​clouds is fast, it is very stable, with only a slight tremor. Feng Qingyan sat for a while, then stood up and looked at the sea of ​​clouds...

Zuo Shaozai drove the flying boat with his literary spirit.

I don't know when, the flying boat on the sea of ​​clouds has flown out of the Northland and is about to enter the Far North.

Burial Mountain Academy is at least more than 10,000 miles away from the Far North. Ordinary people may not be able to leave the Northland in their lifetime.

At this time, Feng Qingyan looked down at the sea of ​​clouds and found that the ground was all white, so he asked: "Where is it below?"

"Below is the White Gobi."

Zuo Shaozai said.

"White Gobi?"

When Feng Qingyan heard this, he observed it carefully and said, "Is this the legendary Black and White Gobi?"

"Yes, it's the Black and White Gobi Desert."

Zuo Shaozai nodded and said: "After the White Gobi, there is the Black Gobi. After passing the Black Gobi, there is the Ice Field, and at the end of the Ice Field is the Ten Thousand Miles Pavilion."

Huhu——

The flying boat flies at great speed in the sea of ​​clouds.

At this time, Feng Qingyan noticed that the sea of ​​clouds was gradually disappearing, and he couldn't help but frown. Looking far ahead, he could faintly see a black line.

Soon after, the black line became bigger and bigger.

It is the Black Gobi.

When the sea of ​​clouds flying boat entered the range of the Black Gobi, Feng Qingyan vaguely felt a strange aura, which smelled a bit like ghost energy.

But, it's not exactly like ghost energy.

The Flying Boat on the Sea of ​​Clouds continues.

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on Zuo Shaozai's forehead, and bursts of heat came out of his head.

At this time, Donglou Hui had not left the Northland, and the Yunhai Feizhou had already entered the Black Gobi area.

This is entirely because Zuo Shaozai drove the flying boat with all his strength, almost regardless of the consumption of literary energy. The speed of the flying boat is naturally extremely fast. However, when the flying boat in the sea of ​​clouds flew to Wanli Changting, the literary energy in his palace was probably also consumed.

about there.

This was the first time he used all his strength to drive the flying boat.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of miles have passed, but the black Gobi has not yet flown out. And at this time, Feng Qingyan saw that the front was gray and seemed to be filled with heavy fog.

"The front is the misty ice field, also known as the ghost mist ice field. Sometimes you may encounter dead souls." Zuo Shaozai said, "And it is easy to get lost in the mist..."

Feng Qingyan nodded.

He had already heard about the black and white Gobi Desert, the misty ice fields, the Ten Thousand Mile Pavilion, and the underworld ghost land.

The black and white Gobi gradually turns from white to black.

The misty icefield freezes all year round, with light or thick ghost fog lingering around, and wandering spirits can often be seen.

At the end of the misty ice field, there is a long pavilion built by the human race to guard the dead souls, evil ghosts, ferocious ghosts, fierce ghosts, great evils, and "weird things" under the ghost land of Huangquan.

Legend has it that tens of thousands of long pavilions surround the Ghost Land of Huangquan, with a literary pavilion built every other mile, and there are as many as 10,000 literary pavilions.

In the literary pavilion, there is a literary lamp and a scribe...

The light emitted by the lantern can prevent the souls and evil spirits from escaping from the underworld.

And behind the Ten Thousand Miles Pavilion is the legendary Ghost Land of Underworld.

There are also legends that the underworld is the end of the earth and the entrance to the underworld.

In the underworld ghost land, the water of the underworld is full of horror, flowing down layer by layer, like a well-proportioned waterfall. The underworld flows toward the wandering souls, like an endless abyss of darkness, and the end of the darkness is the entrance to the underworld.

, there is another flower growing behind the entrance...

At this time, the flying boat on the sea of ​​clouds finally flew over the black Gobi and entered the misty ice field.

Zuo Shaozai's brows suddenly wrinkled.

"This fog..."

Feng Qingyan squinted his eyes and found that there was indeed a ghostly aura in the mist.

But luckily, it's not very strong.

Huhu——

The flying boat flies at great speed in the sea of ​​clouds.

The fog on the ice sheet became thicker and thicker, gradually turning from gray to black, like billowing black clouds.

"Not good, I encountered ghost mist."

At this time, Zuo Shaozai's expression changed slightly.

"Ghost fog?"

Feng Qingyan was a little surprised when he heard this. Isn't there ghost mist on the ice sheet?

Isn't it normal to encounter ghost fog at this time?

He was surprised and asked: "What's different about this ghost mist?"

"This ghost mist can not only make people get lost, but it may even contain terrifying evil spirits." Zuo Shaozai said with a solemn expression, "Once upon a time, there was a great scholar who was lost in the ghost mist and could not get out of it in his life...

…”

"Evil spirit?"

Feng Qingyan heard this for the first time and said, "What's different about this evil spirit?"

"These remaining terrifying evil spirits are generally the wills or remnant souls left over from ancient times, and their strength is extremely terrifying."

Zuo Shaozai explained while controlling the Yunhai Feizhou.

"Ordinary evil spirits can reach the strength of a scribe, but even a great sage cannot deal with a terrifying evil spirit. If you encounter dozens of evil spirits at once, even a great sage may die."

"Will great sages also die?"

Feng Qingyan was shocked.

This is just the remaining will and the remaining soul.

Moreover, most of them are leftover from the ancient times. How could their strength still be so terrifying? What kind of terrifying existence was it during its lifetime?

Is it the saint level?

This shouldn't be the case.

If it is not a saint level, and it has been nearly ten thousand years, and it is a incomplete existence, how could it be so terrifying?

At this time, Zuo Shaozai seemed to see Feng Qingyan's doubts and said: "Some people once speculated that some of the remaining evil spirits might be ancient powers, or even gods from the Shenxia era..."

"Does Young Master Zuo know about ancient times?"

Feng Qingyan asked curiously.

Before Shenxia, ​​there was the ancient era, while Shenxia was the ancient era, Guishang was the middle age, and the saints were the modern era.

"Who can know about ancient things?"

Zuo Shaozai shook his head and said.

In fact, not to mention things from ancient times, even things from the Middle Ages disappeared from the world with the death of ghost merchants.

Huhu——

At this time, the thunderous wind gradually stopped.

Feng Qingyan stood in the flying boat. The surroundings had become pitch black, as if he had fallen into the dark night. Moreover, in the darkness, there was no sound of wind.

The airship is flying at a very high speed, and there is no way there is no sound of wind.

But at this time, there was indeed no sound of wind in the flying boat, and it seemed that the whole world had become dead silent.

"Canonization, we encountered the lost ghost mist."

Zuo Shaozai said with a solemn expression.

Feng Qingyan nodded and didn't say much, but he didn't have much worry in his heart.

"kill--"

An angry roar suddenly sounded from the dead darkness, and then there was a terrifying murderous intent, heading towards the flying boat in the sea of ​​clouds.

But the speed of the flying boat was extremely fast, and it was quickly avoided.

"Kill, kill, kill—"

A roar seemed to come from between heaven and earth.

There was great resentment in his voice.

"ah--"




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