The yellow mud road is silent and eerie, just like the road leading to the underworld. It is not for the living to walk, but for the dead to return.
Ta! Ta! Ta!
A lonely footsteps sounded on the yellow mud road, advancing slowly, it was Zhao Xuanqi who was alone.
His forward speed was not too fast, because he could clearly feel that there seemed to be some kind of hidden gaze in the fog that was difficult to see through on both sides of the road, and it seemed to be a rule.
Whenever he moves his steps and moves forward quickly, the surrounding fog will begin to surge violently, as if some evil spirit is about to rush out of it and attack him.
If he keeps moving forward at a certain pace, the speed of the mist surge will slow down, but as he walks farther, the frequency of the mist surge will still accumulate.
This seems to be some kind of prohibition in the Nether Realm. This road of the dead is not allowed to travel quickly. It is like a kind of kindness to the dead souls, allowing them to stay more in this world, and like a warning to the living.
If you want to get close to the core of the legendary holy land of death, you have to accept all kinds of loneliness and terror on the way. Only by getting rid of great fear and having great concentration can you enter the final place.
Here, the concept of time seems to have been blurred. Zhao Xuanqi counted silently in his heart. It took him about a quarter of an hour to walk. At his current speed, he walked probably several miles.
And even if he walked slowly, the surge of dense fog around him still became more and more intense until it reached a certain limit.
despair!
He stopped in his tracks, and a foot that was as dry as a tree trunk suddenly stepped out of the thick fog, and then a huge mummy about three meters high walked out of the thick fog and appeared in front of him.
The body of the mummy was charred black, as if it had been burned by the flames and lost all moisture. The whole body exuded a strong smell of burnt lake. His facial features were hideous and painful, and his eyes had no eyeballs, as if they had been burned away.
, black smoke was rising from his facial features, and strong resentment and malice were locked on Zhao Xuanqi's body.
call!
The mummy suddenly exhaled a breath, and the black smoke with the smell of burnt lake spread instantly, covering Zhao Xuanqi's figure.
next moment.
boom!
Fierce lightning burst out from the black smoke, arcing wildly, and the black smoke that had just enveloped Zhao Xuanqi's body was instantly dispersed.
The next moment, Zhao Xuanqi stepped forward, lightning condensed in the palm of his hand, and the electric arc condensed in the void into a ferocious beast head with sprouting beards and hair, swallowing up the evil figure.
Crackling!
hiss!
Accompanied by the roar of thunder and evil screams, the body of the charred mummy suddenly exploded, black smoke evaporated, and was swallowed and absorbed by the thick fog on the side.
At the same time, a streak of ghost money condensed out of thin air and was absorbed by Zhao Xuanqi.
Fifteen dollars.
The amount of ghost money is linked to the strength of the evil spirit. The strength of this evil spirit is probably in the middle or upper level of C level, which is equivalent to the peak level of induction, which is not very strong.
However, what worried Zhao Xuanqi was that after he eliminated the charred mummy, the briefly stable dense fog soon began to surge slightly, and began to accumulate some kind of attack again.
Moreover, the accumulation speed of this attack and the vague sense of threat it brought to Zhao Xuanqi were stronger than the last time.
"Walking in this dense fog, if you go too fast, you will quickly be attacked by evil spirits wandering in the dense fog. But if you travel at a constant speed, the progress of the attacks will also accumulate, and each time will be faster and more fierce. This
I don’t know how long the road is. If there are more than five attacks, I don’t know how strong the evil attacks will be. If they are superimposed more than ten times, I am afraid that even the warriors in the top half of the Tianhua Ranking will not be able to deal with it easily.
,if it’s fifteen times”
Zhao Xuanqi narrowed his eyes slightly. He felt that if he wanted to pass this road, there might be some kind of trick or shortcut.
According to the records of the opening of extreme areas in previous years, although large-scale extreme areas are often very dangerous, generally speaking, warriors with innate talent or above are at least qualified to participate in the exploration of the core area. It is impossible to be trapped in the periphery. It can only be said that they are not there yet.
Find the right way.
He continued to move forward, and there should be corresponding clues on the road.
the other side.
On another yellow mud road.
Three men and two women were walking together on this yellow mud road.
They wore the same clothes, so they were obviously from the same sect, and the person leading them was none other than Ban Hao of the Liuyang Clan who had fought against Zhao Xuanqi before.
The figures of the five of them all looked slightly embarrassed. It was obvious that they had been attacked by evil spirits more than once while walking on the muddy road.
In other words, it should be four times.
The gathering of people caused the dense fog around them to accumulate more frequently, and the attacks they encountered became more dangerous.
The four attacks were superimposed, which made their response somewhat difficult.
"Senior brother, this time the Extinction Zone seems to be more dangerous than usual. We haven't entered the central area yet, and the attack we encountered is so strong."
Among the five people, an oval-faced female disciple from the Liuyang Sect said in a deep voice.
"Yeah, something feels a little wrong. It's just the periphery. It shouldn't be so dangerous. This extremity area is indeed not simple. But if we can't even reach the central area and other factions know about it, I'm afraid we will become a laughing stock.
.”
Another burly man said in a deep voice.
"It's probably because we haven't found the right way to deal with the attacks. These ghost money must be of great use. Let's keep walking. I estimate that our current limit should be between seven and eight attacks. If
If no clues can be found by then, I will find a way to leave."
Ban Hao said in a deep voice.
However, at this moment, Ban Hao's voice suddenly paused slightly.
Because he vaguely noticed that there seemed to be a little light coming from the thick fog ahead.
It was a strange green light that gave people a creepy feeling.
"Senior Brother"
The other four people also followed Ban Hao's gaze and saw the faint green light in front of them, and their expressions changed a little.
"Let's go and check it out."
Ban Hao pondered for a while and then said, he felt that although the light looked weird, it should be one of the clues to this trip, and that location was right in front of the road, and they could not avoid it unless they retreated now and found a way to leave.
Absolute territory.
Seeing Ban Hao speak, everyone didn't say much and followed Ban Hao's footsteps.
The green light spot didn't seem too far away from them. Less than half an hour later, the outline of a building appeared in front of them.
The white paper lanterns exuding a dark green light, the old and simple two-story attic, the walls covered with various talismans, the white soul flags floating in front of the building, and the unpeekable darkness behind the open door.
"What is this place?"
When Ban Hao and others approached, their expressions were a little uncertain. This building made people feel very strange.
"Yizhuang?"
At this moment, Ban Hao said softly, seeming to recognize the plaque written with ancient characters on the building.
To be able to become the strongest successor of the Liuyang Sect today, he is not a fool, and his knowledge can be said to be very broad.
"What is the Yizhuang?"
When everyone heard this, their expressions became more puzzled.
"Under the illumination of this green fire, the speed of the thick fog around us seems to have slowed down."
At this time, the oval-faced woman among the people suddenly spoke, and everyone also noticed the changes in the surrounding environment.
"Yizhuang, does it mean a post station, that is to say, this place is a safe place to provide shelter in this weird yellow mud road?"
Someone speculated.
"It's possible that the area on the outskirts of this extreme area is unreasonably dangerous. It should be that we haven't found the right method. This method may be hidden in this building."
Ban Hao said softly and looked at the gate of the Yizhuang. There was darkness there. Even with his spiritual consciousness, he could not feel anything going on inside the building.
There may be clues, but there may also be unknown dangers.
"I will go into it by myself to explore the reality, and you will wait outside."
Ban Hao said.
Everyone tried to persuade him, but seeing Ban Hao's firm opinion, they didn't say anything more. After all, they still trusted Ban Hao's strength in their hearts.
An innate master will never fall into this peripheral area easily.
Under the gaze of everyone, Ban Hao took steps and slowly disappeared into the darkness of the gate.
After a slight drowsiness, Ban Hao's perception regained, his heart suddenly shook, the hairs all over his body stood up, and he almost broke out immediately.
In front of him, he saw a figure with pale skin, a dull face, and sickly blush on his face. He was staring at him with dull eyes and a weird smile on his face.
But soon Ban Hao contained his Yuan Qi, which was about to explode, because he recognized that the figure in front of him was not a living person, but a paper man half as tall as a man.
He looked up with vigilant eyes. The space on the first floor of the old attic was unexpectedly empty. There were white lanterns hanging on the walls, with green flames burning inside.
And in the open space of the hall, there are not tables and chairs for reception like ordinary inns, but a pair of dark coffins.
A rough estimate is that there are at least a dozen coffins in the hall.
Around the coffin, standing or lying, were about thirty paper figures.
What kind of inn is this inn? It is clearly a "yizhuang" where corpses and coffins are parked!
"Sir, do you want to stay in a hotel or take some storage?"
At this moment, in the silent hall, a hoarse and strange voice suddenly sounded from the corner. Ban Hao's attention at this time was almost completely attracted by the paper people and coffins in the hall, and he was almost attracted by this sudden sound.
Shocked out of my wits.
He suddenly turned his head and realized that there was an inconspicuous counter in the corner of the hall. Behind the counter, a withered old man wearing ancient clothes was standing quietly, looking lifeless and strange.
A living person? Or an evil spirit?
"who are you?"
Ban Hao asked in a deep voice, the six yang true pulses in his body slowly condensing, ready to take action at any time.
"Sir, do you want to stay in a hotel or take some storage?"
The strange old man didn't seem to hear his question and still repeated his previous words.
When Ban Hao saw this, his heart moved, and he slowly approached the old man's direction. Only then did he realize that although the old man had a feeling of being alive, there was no sparkle in his eyes, just like a puppet with strings pulled.
"Sir, do you want to stay in a hotel or take some storage?"
At this moment, the strange old man spoke again, as if that was all he could say.
"Is it a projection of some ancient figure?"
Ban Hao thought to himself, somewhat understanding.
It is rumored that in some ancient realms, there may even be projections of ancient people with consciousness appearing, but most of the projections only retain the behavior and habits of their masters during their lifetime, and operate according to fixed rules according to the rules of the realm.
The old man in front of me is obviously the latter type of being.
and
Living in a hotel and buying things seem to be related to ghost money, so is this the real use of ghost money?
It seems that this so-called post village is indeed an important place.
He did not answer the old man's words, and the old man kept repeating his previous words, as if waiting for his answer.
Stay in hotel
Ban Hao glanced at the coffins around him and decisively gave up the idea of choosing this option.
"I want to put something away!"
Ban Hao said.
The weird old man got a reply, and his mechanical language and movements changed. He raised his dry palm and waved it lightly. The wall behind him immediately changed. The darkness receded, and objects emerged one after another, with corresponding ghost money in front of them.
Marking.
The ground is cold and ghosts are hiding in the shadows.
Death energy turns into fruit.
Nether Bloodstone.
Ban Hao glanced at these goods, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Many of the goods and materials have now disappeared, and there is no trace of them at all. They are of extremely high value.
"Are these some of the secret treasures of life and death in this extinct realm?"
A smile appeared on Ban Hao's lips, but when he saw the marked price, his expression suddenly changed.
The money they had saved along the way was only about three hundred, and they could probably only afford one of the goods, and most of them were materials of relatively mediocre quality.
Having money can make you go around, but having no money makes it difficult to move forward!
Ban Hao took a deep breath and accepted the fact that he was a poor man in this extremity. He had some thoughts of robbery in his mind, but he was quickly suppressed.
This realm is so weird, who knows what the strength of the old man in front of me is.
"If we don't buy the secret treasure of life and death, we should have something to deal with the yellow mud road outside and help us reach the central area."
He pondered for a while and began to look at various goods carefully. The old man stayed quietly and did not disturb him.
"Luyin? The price is 300 ghost money?"
Then, his eyes fell on a wooden sign, and his eyes lit up.
"I want to buy a road guide!"
Ban Hao pointed to the sign and said to the old man.
Hoo ho ho!
Then, a large amount of ghostly light suddenly dispersed from the ghost money mark on his palm, which was quickly absorbed by the old man's body. The mark on his palm also looked a bit blurry because the amount of ghost money was too scarce.
After receiving the ghost money, the old man's withered palm moved slightly, and the sign flew into Ban Hao's hand.
Feeling the power and characteristics emanating from it, he knew he had found the right thing.
After running out of ghost money and getting what he wanted, he was no longer prepared to stay in this weird place. He slowly retreated and prepared to leave the room.
The old man stood there without moving, but just when Ban Hao took a step forward, the old man suddenly spoke.
"Sir, there are too few guests today. We have a discount for staying at our hotel. Please stay one night."
The voice was extremely hoarse. Although it was a request, the tone had an unquestionable feeling.
Buzz buzz!
The surrounding coffins began to tremble, the lifeless paper figures began to move, and the entire store seemed to come alive.
"Oops, this old guy wants to buy and sell by force!"
Ban Hao's expression suddenly changed.
at the same time.
the other side.
Zhao Xuanqi walked slowly and saw a faint green light appearing on the road ahead.