Chapter 26 Entering the Dead Zone, the Storm Comes
There are fifteen people in the Murong family, including Murong Wenxi.
Their trip was also because of Taoist Xuanzu's remarks, and they wanted to try their luck in the Death Realm to see if they could get a shocking blessing.
Chen Qingyuan reached an agreement with the Murong family and got off the flying boat.
Covered by the jade bracelet, Chen Qingyuan's cultivation was not revealed.
No matter how much the monks of the Murong family pry, they can't find out Chen Qingyuan's true identity. Through this incident, they are even more convinced of the ghost doctor's ability. He can even cure Chen Qingyuan, whose spiritual roots have been destroyed. He is extremely powerful and mysterious.
"The red mist has dispersed, let's go."
Murong Wenxi is one of the strongest geniuses of the Murong family, and now he has reached the late Nascent Soul realm.
A hundred years ago, Chen Qingyuan was a monk at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm. He crushed his peers and became famous in the vast Northern Wilderness. Now, the losers back then have surpassed Chen Qingyuan.
However, with Chen Qingyuan's talent, I think it won't take long for him to reach the top of the younger generation again.
"Boy, follow us closely."
An elder looked back at Chen Qingyuan and gave a reminder.
Immediately, everyone quickly walked into the Death Realm, not daring to waste time.
According to the experience gained by monks who have entered the Dead Realm before, the three hours when the red mist clears are the safest times. If you don't come out within three hours, you will most likely stay in the Dead Realm forever.
"Miss Murong, why don't you take me with you! It would be bad if I lose you."
With Chen Qingyuan's cultivation in the Xuanling Realm, he couldn't keep up with the Murong family on foot.
During this trip, the weakest members of the Murong family were the Golden Core cultivators, and the leader was a highly respected elder who had the cultivation level of the God Transformation Realm.
"Hold on."
Seeing that Chen Qingyuan knew the whereabouts of the ghost doctor, Murong Wenxi had no choice but to agree and throw out a light-colored cloth strip.
As the cloth floated, a faint fragrance hit my face.
Chen Qingyuan grasped the light-colored cloth tightly, and the other end was held tightly by Murong Wenxi.
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Forces from all sides set off one after another, entering a red earth continent like blood, with no end in sight.
As we go deeper, the land ahead becomes darker and darker, and there is an inexplicable depressing atmosphere floating between the sky and the earth.
The mountains, rivers, boulders, fields and seas are all the color of blood.
On the way, Chen Qingyuan and others saw a cold white skeleton, presumably from someone who had entered the realm of death before.
"Long Sky Mirror."
The leader of the Murong family is an old man named Murong Ping. He noticed a broken mirror inserted in a crack in the stone and recognized its origin.
"Venerable Changkong has disappeared for more than a thousand years. It turns out that he is sleeping in the realm of death. What a pity!"
Murong Ping sighed.
When everyone heard these words, their hearts trembled slightly.
The monks who can be called venerable must at least be powerful in the period of transcending tribulation.
In the nine realms of transcending tribulation, one has to face life and death at every level. Lord Changkong must not have reached the end and wanted to come to the realm of death to have a try. However, he lost.
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This has been the case since ancient times.
All the top powers who can enter the realm of Mahayana have not experienced nine deaths.
"Although the precious mirror is broken, it still has great commemorative value. Keep it!"
Murong Ping received the broken Changkong Mirror into his arms and bowed slightly towards the direction of the void to show respect for Lord Changkong.
Afterwards, everyone continued on their way.
According to the words of Taoist Xuanzu, a shocking treasure may have been born in the Dead Realm. The specific location is unknown and can only be encountered by chance.
According to ordinary people's thinking, the deeper you go into the Dead Realm, the greater the chance of finding the treasure.
"There seems to be people from Wangbo Sect and Yucheng Holy Land in front of us, and they seem to be fighting."
After burning the incense, everyone discovered that two groups were fighting hard, causing the area of more than 100,000 miles to collapse. The murderous aura seemed to have condensed into substance. The temperature dropped sharply, and frost seemed to form on the ground.
"It's like it's for a Taoist treasure."
Looking from a distance, there is a Taoist treasure in the center of the two forces, with Taoist rhyme still remaining on it, which is of great value.
"Take a detour and don't interfere."
Murong Ping didn't want to cause trouble.
Chen Qingyuan remained silent and followed the Murong family closely.
With the protection of the Murong family, Chen Qingyuan did not encounter any trouble along the way. Not long ago, many forces saw the Murong family picking up the Changkong Mirror, and they did not dare to step forward to snatch it, and were extremely afraid.
An hour has passed, and no one has found any clues about the treasure.
"If we still can't find it, we can only go out for the time being and wait until the next red mist clears before we can search again."
Someone suggested.
“Let’s look for it again!”
Murong Ping glanced around several times. The sky and the earth were all dark red, making it difficult to see any clues.
Behind the crowd, Chen Qingyuan noticed that the jade bracelet on his body was trembling, and he quietly used a ray of spiritual thought to examine it carefully.
The jade bracelet trembled towards the right front, as if guiding Chen Qingyuan forward.
However, Chen Qingyuan could not directly say that he was going to the direction pointed by the jade bracelet, otherwise it would definitely arouse everyone's suspicion.
This place is already on the edge of leaving the Dead Realm, and it is difficult to see traces of other forces.
We have to find a way to separate from the Murong family, otherwise it will be difficult to do things later.
The previous journey was indeed thanks to the Murong family. If not, Chen Qingyuan would definitely have encountered a lot of trouble.
Some forces come to the Dead Realm to seek opportunities, while others specialize in killing people and selling goods. Anyway, after killing people, they dump their bodies in the Dead Realm without leaving a trace, so there is no need to worry about retaliation.
"What it is?"
Just when Chen Qingyuan was thinking about how to separate from the Murong family, Murong Wenxi noticed some sandstorms ahead.
Everyone looked immediately and saw that the sandstorm was getting bigger and bigger.
"It may be the rumored Death Domain Storm, hurry up and leave!"
Murong Ping's expression changed and he said loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of people ran towards the outside like crazy, very fast.
The storm was small at first, but soon it turned into a huge wave and spread to many areas in the Dead Realm.
In just half an hour, a cloud of red mist mixed with a crazy storm came toward Chen Qingyuan and others.
According to the usual rules, the red mist would dissipate in about five hours. However, this time, after just over an hour, the red mist came and a terrible storm rolled up.
The Death Domain Storm only breaks out once every few hundred years. Unexpectedly, Chen Qingyuan and others encountered it. It was really unlucky.
"Ruined."
Chen Qingyuan looked back at the approaching red mist storm, his eyes widened, showing no strength to resist.
"Rumble--"
This storm swept to the edge, and countless people were swallowed up by the red mist and killed by the laws of the dead zone. The lucky ones escaped and survived in embarrassment.
When the storm came, the monks of the Murong family had no time to take care of themselves, so how could they care about Chen Qingyuan.
The red mist enveloped everything, and Chen Qingyuan found that he was not affected by the law of death, which was very strange. Then, Chen Qingyuan turned around and saw Murong Wenxi, who was already unconscious.
Because there was a strip of light-colored cloth between the two, they were buried in the same place.
"Dead yet?"
Chen Qingyuan walked towards Murong Wenxi, a hundred meters away, when the wind and sand blew in his face, and the red mist moved with the wind.