Mountain Mirage quickly completed the thought process.
It's really not worth it to get involved with yourself and die with Qin Yang just to have fun.
Calculating the time, it was indeed not long before sunrise. In the remaining time, he should have no problem holding on to the army of death. However, if Qin Yang died, he would also be eaten alive here.
After hesitating for a moment, the mountain mirage reluctantly opened its mouth, and a crack appeared in the huge mountain. Qin Yang led the puppet master into it.
The mountain mirage closed its mouth, shook its body, and slowly stretched out the two claws underneath its body, and slapped the ground with its huge claws like mountains.
There was a loud bang, and the ground seemed to be a calm lake. A stone was thrown into it, and a shock wave swept away instantly. Wherever it passed, the ground shattered, and rocks hundreds of feet in size appeared like splashes from the water.
The water splash jumped up.
The army chasing from behind was swept by a shock wave, and the formation stopped. The black death energy rolled around and wrapped the entire army inside. It looked like a black potato rolling in the wind, with momentum like a knife, layer by layer.
Trim off its edges.
I saw terracotta warriors and horses on the edge flying out of the black air and being strangled to pieces by the impact in mid-air.
After the shock wave dissipated, huge peaks fell from the sky, covering the land with a radius of thousands of miles. The leading general waved his hand and decisively ordered the army to retreat.
In just one stick of incense, a towering peak suddenly appeared on the originally endless black plain. The mountain peak stretched for thousands of miles to the left and right, lying in front of the army.
Above the mountain peaks, there are layers of clouds, as if there are some rare and exotic animals moving among the clouds and mist.
The death general who led the army waved his hand, and the bone bird flapped its wings and soared into the sky, trying to climb over the mountain that blocked the road. Who wanted to get behind the clouds and mist on the upper level of the mountain, but the foul smell penetrated the death air easily as if consciously?
Obstruction, drill along their nostrils.
As dead people, no matter how harsh the environment is, it is useless to them, and poisons that are useful to living people may have no reaction at all to them.
Their bodies should have been unable to feel what the smell was, but at this moment, they just felt it.
This huge contrast caused an impact that was three times more intense than that experienced by a living person.
On the upper part of the mountain peak, some strange-shaped trees were swaying crazily and constantly spitting out white mist.
The big bird the general was riding had ghost fire in its eyes, and it opened its mouth and sprayed black fire on the mountain peak.
Countless strange trees collapsed and rocks were melted into magma, but who would have thought that the stench that could penetrate into the consciousness would increase dozens of times in an instant.
The giant bird stiffened its neck, shook its head twice as if it was having a stroke, and fell from the sky stiffly.
The general standing on the back of the giant bird also froze and fell with the giant bird. All his consciousness had been forcibly invaded by the terrifying stench, and all his perceptions were forcibly blinded.
The army of death that rushed up with them fell to the ground like dumplings. After falling to the ground, they all twitched from time to time like the smelly fish that fell to death on the shore.
On the other side of the mountain, the mountain mirage retracted its claws, hid them under its body, and continued to lie there quietly waiting.
Not long after, the sun rose from the east, and the whole world seemed to slowly pull away from the darkness. The place where the sun shined once again turned into the familiar world of fantasy sea.
When the sun shone on the mountain in front, the mountain disappeared. The surrounding death energy, Yin energy, and the army of death all disappeared. He just returned to the fantasy sea silently.
After realizing this, bursts of light appeared in the two small lakes that turned into eyes. After a moment's thought, the mountain mirage opened its mouth as fast as lightning.
"Heh...bah..."
The defenseless Qin Yang and the puppet master were vomited out in their mouths, leaving two big holes in the ground.
Before Qin Yang could say anything, he saw those strange trees growing on the body of the mountain mirage, as if they were crazy, spitting out foul-smelling white mist.
In the blink of an eye, the huge body of the mountain mirage was enveloped inside.
Qin Yang was so smoked that he rolled his eyes. The little flowers on his body were sprouting out layer by layer. He covered his mouth and ran away.
After running out of the range of the foul-smelling white mist, Qin Yang's face turned green and white, and he kept retching. Even though he used his magical power to drive away all the poison, the feeling that penetrated into his soul and consciousness still did not disappear.
The puppet master on the side even fell to the ground, like a salted fish that had been pickled for a long time, rolling his eyes and shaking.
"Brother, you're wrong. You're not going to demolish a bridge like this when crossing a river." Qin Yang was so angry that he twisted his mouth. He never thought that this old monster could play such a trick.
"Go away! If you let me see you again, I will kill you!" In the white mist, the mountain mirage shouted in a muffled voice.
The white mist was billowing like a mean cat, and suddenly a hand reached out to grab him. Qin Yang was so frightened that he ran away.
After running far away, I looked back and saw that the white mist had retreated. The puppet master fell to the ground with his eyes blank, his mouth opened and closed as if he was retching, but his body didn't even have the ability to vomit.
He pinched his nose and dragged the stinking puppet master back, and slapped him twice, but he still didn't respond.
Although I have heard the puppet master say that he is easily restrained by the abilities of dream masters and illusion masters, and he can only protect himself from the powerful dream and illusion arts.
Now it seems that there is no such thing as self-protection. It's just that others can't kill him even if they put him down.
Putting away the puppet master who looked like a dead dog, Qin Yang glanced at it from afar, pinched his nose and endured it.
This old monster has lived in the sea of illusion for who knows how many years, and his illusion skills are truly superb.
The toxicity and power of those foul-smelling white mists are actually not very strong. This was roughly deduced when using the magic power of grafting flowers and trees to expel the poison.
The reason why it has such a strong power is that the old monster's stinky white mist is used as a casting material, and when used together with illusions, it turns into a magical power, and its power is simply off the charts.
It can't kill people, but it can disgust them to death, which is more powerful than any other killing magic power.
It directly acts on people's soul and consciousness, and works from the inside out. It's unclear whether the puppet master has a soul or not, but he may only have consciousness, and he is directly knocked unconscious.
"Brother, you are judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart!"
"roll!"
Qin Yang's face turned dark, wasn't he just afraid that he would get closer again, that's all.
It’s not like I deliberately tricked him into going to the world of death. I didn’t know what happened until after this happened.
Qin Yang arched his hands angrily.
"Brother, we will meet again later. If you want to go out to play outside the Fantasy Sea someday, just tell me and I will entertain you."
The mountain mirage was guarded tightly by the foul-smelling white mist. It did not show its face at all and paid no attention to Qin Yang.
Qin Yang asked for trouble and turned around to leave with some reluctance.
After all, the old monster can definitely be regarded as a thick leg in the fantasy sea.
Follow the route last night and head south.
This time, Qin Yang paid special attention to the environment he encountered along the way.
Generally speaking, it is not much different from the distance traveled last night. There is not much difference in the overall topography. Where there is a difference, if you look at the whole world, it is just a difference in details.
For example, in the place I met last night, I had never seen mountains, but there were some mountains here that were not high.
According to the topography, we went all the way to the place where we saw the army of death last night. There was no Yin River like a water network, spreading across the sky and the earth. There was only a small river on the ground, no more than two or three hundred feet wide, flowing in this flat land.
On the earth.
Looking forward again, what we saw yesterday was an endless plain, but this time we saw mountains stretching thousands of miles apart, converging on the land ahead.
After crossing thousands of miles of mountains, it turned into an endless plain again.
It's just that this plain no longer matches the vibrant scene in the fantasy sea.
There is no grass growing on this plain, the earth is dry and cracked, and the soil is black and yellow. Under the blue sky and white sun, you can feel a trace of yin seeping out from the cracked earth. After being illuminated by the sun, it dissipates completely.
Even if I don't feel the slightest breath of death, I can still feel that this land is filled with deathly silence.
Qin Yang looked far into the distance with extremely sharp eyesight, but he still could not see any vegetation or any living beings, not even corpses.
Along the way, I have seen all kinds of phantom beasts living on the earth, as well as ordinary beasts. In the wild wilderness, I will always see some wreckage, but on this piece of black-yellow land in front of me, there is nothing
There are no debris, it's so clean.
After a rough calculation, in the world of death, this should be the place where the army is stationed. In the center of this black and yellow land, it is estimated that Dayin Immortal Palace is located.
According to the legend of the Fantasy Sea, this should be the death point of the Fantasy Sea.
Before the sun sets, everyone who is still in this land of death will disappear and never appear again.
If a living person suddenly appeared in the army guarding the tomb of the previous dynasty, the probability of survival was infinitely close to zero.
Qin Yang landed on the top of a mountain peak, squatting on the edge of the cliff, touching his chin and thinking.
If you can enter Dayin Immortal Palace and find the exit from the world of death, it will not be difficult.
The difficulty lies in how to get through the large army guarding the tomb. The one that appeared yesterday was just a small detachment at most, and the real army could be several legions at least.
And I also saw it yesterday. Those terracotta warriors and horses are not terracotta warriors and puppets at all, but more like Weng Zhongjia warriors made from living people.
But it is different from Weng Zhong's warriors. Qin Yang was probably the last army to be buried with the previous emperor. He did not know what method he used to turn them into immortal warriors, waiting for the day they are awakened again.
If it is true as in the legend, it will be guarded by millions of heavenly soldiers and generals. Unless you have the strength of a titled Taoist Lord, you will be able to go all the way.
I took out a small notebook and started sketching in it. Using my memory, I sketched out as much as possible the scene I saw yesterday, just like drawing the most detailed map, and drew it out according to scale.
After drawing each drawing, compare it with the world in front of you to find the corresponding place.
If you are unsure about something, walk back again and check the location, proportion, distance, etc. on the way back.
After so much fussing, it took most of a day, and hundreds of detailed maps were drawn.
Just when Qin Yang was squatting on the top of the mountain painting, he was three thousand miles away to the north.
A huge beast that looks like a manta ray, with a body length of three thousand feet, and a white body, is slowly flapping its large wings and swimming above the clouds.
On the back of the manta ray, there is an exquisite three-entry courtyard located there. In the attic of the backyard, Huanhai stood leaning against the window for an instant. In the courtyard below, two old men with white hair and beards sat in front of the chessboard with solemn expressions.
Incomprehensible and indistinguishable.
Suddenly, a silver-white ball with some ribbons hanging on it fell from the top of the small courtyard and landed next to the two old men. The ball turned and cracked, revealing a pupil inside, which was like countless rings stacked inside. The color of each ring
They all have different big eyes.
"Second Elder, Third Elder, I discovered an outsider." Big eyes interrupted the game between the two old men.
"Outsiders?" One of the old men with a red nose and a scar running through all the foreheads raised his head and messed up the chessboard.
Another old man with white hair and a boyish face, who looked extremely young, glanced at Hong Nose helplessly, and then nodded with big eyes.
The rings in the pupils of the big eyes moved, and an illusion appeared in front of everyone.
On the top of a mountain, Qin Yang was holding a pen with concentration, writing and drawing on the paper, as if he were drawing some kind of map, but these things that looked like maps looked extremely weird.
Some pictures have circles within circles, and each circle is marked with some strange symbols.
There are also some pictures that don't have many lines, and all kinds of strange symbols are piled up in a mess, which makes people confused.
The old man with white hair and boyish face frowned slightly.
"Third brother, the Phantom Sea is closed. In the past hundred years, except for Setsuna, no one has ever gone out. How did outsiders get in?"
"There is only one entrance and exit to the Fantasy Sea. I have been guarding it for thousands of years, and not even a fly can sneak in!" The red-nosed old man scratched his neck and stared.
Then the third elder thought for a moment and looked up at Huanhai Momo on the attic.
"Third Elder, there is no way I brought him here." Huan Hai took a step in an instant, and his figure disappeared. He reappeared and landed beside the chessboard. He looked at the person in the phantom: "However, I have some impression of this person.
, he is the new captain of the Ghost. According to our intelligence, this man was still in the wilderness a few days ago. He could not have come in through the entrance with me."
"I can guarantee that since Setsuna came back last time, the entrance and exit have never been opened. Our information is all transmitted through the phantom beast. It is absolutely impossible for this person to come in through the entrance." The third elder said solemnly.
The second elder looked at the phantom, his eyes gradually becoming deeper.
"Then there is only one possibility. He came from the Jedi Land. There is no way out, and if you enter, you will die. We are in big trouble."
"Catch him first." The third elder's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Kill him directly, and it will be over."
As soon as he finished speaking, the second elder immediately glared at him and cursed him unceremoniously.
"idiot!"
"Why are you scolding me?"
"Don't you understand? There is no point in killing this man. Our trouble is not him at all, but that there is more than one entrance and exit to the Phantom Sea! There is an entrance and exit that we don't even know!"
ps: Thank you for the reward from the leader who killed me in pieces. Thank you for your love. It’s too late today, so I’ll write a big chapter of 10,000 words tomorrow.