Only when you get closer can you see clearly, the dark clouds are full of dark ghosts, as if they are floating in the water, occasionally revealing blue-black limbs and looming ghost faces.
As soon as Chen Hao got closer, he felt a sinister wind blowing against his face, and without warning, a vicious curse came over him.
This curse came out of nowhere. Chen Hao, a majestic Mahayana monk, didn't even know how the imps passed it on.
If it were a physical body, Chen Hao would have been attacked. Fortunately, he was a pure spiritual body, so even the evil ghost's curse could not harm him and could only pass through his body.
Although the little ghosts did not notice Chen Hao, their senses were extremely keen and they sensed something was wrong. So the dark clouds immediately accelerated their speed, like a ghost shadow, and fled at lightning speed. The speed was not weaker than that of ordinary Nascent Soul monks.
Chen Hao followed closely and sent out mental clones to submerge themselves into the bodies of the little ghosts.
Logically speaking, although his ability to control monsters is much weaker than that of Blood Phantom, these little devils are only at the Golden Core level and are far weaker than him, so it should be easy to control them.
But what's surprising is that the little ghosts didn't know what kind of innate abilities they had. They discovered it the moment Chen Hao's spiritual clone entered the dark clouds.
Immediately, Chen Hao felt a strange force coming from him, quickly destroying all the mental clones.
Although the control failed, Chen Hao was still itching to scratch. He felt that these little devils were very good. If they were all caught, the harvest would definitely be huge.
However, after hesitating for a long time, Chen Hao still did not show his body to hunt, but let the little ghosts leave.
The reason is very simple. When Chen Hao wanted to transform into a physical body, a faint sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart.
Although the sense of crisis was weak, Chen Hao still gave up.
If greed blinds your reason, you may be okay once, but if you do it too many times, you will fall into the abyss sooner or later.
Chen Hao has the memory inheritance of Tianchenzi, so he naturally understands this truth very well.
He himself has many methods, and he already has the blood phantom's heaven-defying ability. Even if he gets the imp ability, there is a high probability that it will not be as good as the blood phantom. At most, it is just the icing on the cake, so there is no need to take risks.
And where are we now? Chen Hao has only entered the Northern Territory for the first time. He has just traveled more than a million miles. He will encounter ghosts more often in the future. He must endure loneliness and greed.
If you feel there is danger, no matter how powerful the ghost is, you cannot take action.
After all, no matter how good your ability is, it is not as good as your own life.
Not long after Chen Hao gave up on the little ghosts, he encountered a rare strange thing.
This weird thing is in human form, but it has no entity. The whole body is composed of black silk threads. From a distance, it looks like a simple cartoon character randomly drawn by a cartoonist.
But the weirdness is alive and walks like a human being. It looks like the stick figure has come to life and is walking in the real world.
Chen Hao followed immediately.
There is no such weirdness in the formation information, and Chen Hao has never heard anyone mention it.
The reason why it is classified as weird is because this thing has no symbol of demons at all.
The category of weird is actually very large. All monsters that do not have the symbols of demons and demons in the ordinary human concept can be called weird, so the difference between weird and weird may be greater than that between humans and monsters.
Chen Hao couldn't see the strange power of the black thread, because the other party was really just a humanoid object connected by silk threads, without any discernible strange aura like a demon.
Chen Hao didn't know what the silk thread was. He was a spiritual person and couldn't use his spiritual consciousness. If he looked carefully, he couldn't see the nature of the black silk thread. It seemed like it was just ordinary black silk.
But can ordinary humanoid objects made of black silk move?
Chen Hao wanted to transform into a physical body, so he grabbed the weird black silk stockings and studied them carefully.
Meeting this unknown and incomprehensible monster was the real reason why he came to Demon Tide.
But Chen Hao didn't do this.
The reason is very simple, the weird black silk stockings gave him a much greater sense of crisis than the kid just now.
And whether it was a coincidence or some reason, Chen Hao suddenly felt dead silence around him.
Deathly silence does not mean that there are no insects and beasts roaring, but that there is no sound at all.
Logically speaking, this is impossible. Even if there are no living creatures nearby, there is no movement in the wind and grass.
But there was no movement at all. Chen Hao could clearly see the strong wind blowing and the black vegetation swaying in the wind, but there was no sound as if a silencing spell had been cast.
This dead silence lasted hundreds of miles away.
The strange black silk figure didn't seem to notice Chen Hao. After all, it was just a ball of lines with no facial features and no movement. It just walked forward at a constant speed in a posture that looked like a person walking in a comic.
But Chen Hao followed, and for some reason, he felt a little frozen.
This feeling of solidification is very subtle. I don't know if it comes from some unknown effect outside the body, but from myself.
Moreover, solidification is just a feeling, and Chen Hao's mental strength has not changed in any way.
However, Chen Hao became suspicious.
In his realm, any feeling is not without reason. It must have its origin and function, but it has not been discovered.
So Chen Hao stopped decisively and watched the black silk monster go away alone.
As the weirdness of the black thread gradually left, the solidified meaning became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared.
The dead silence also gradually disappeared, and gradually, normal wind sounds came.
Although it still has the characteristics of the Northern Territory, the screaming wind makes people shudder, but it is far more lively and dynamic than the death silence, as if the death silence just now was a frozen world.
Chen Hao thought for a long time, and suddenly his feet sank, and his spirit and body sank into the black soil.
After sinking more than ten meters, Chen Hao saw that just below the strange footsteps of the black silk, all the monster insects hidden deep underground were dead.
There are no scars on their bodies, and it is impossible to see how they died. There is also no struggle. It seems that death is just a moment and is not painful.
However, after Chen Hao got closer and took a closer look, his pupils suddenly shrank.
He discovered that all the dead monster insects had turned into black threads.
A demonic insect made of black silk! The soil loosens naturally. When it touches the corpse of a dead demonic insect, the black silk immediately loosens and turns into strips and roots.
Chen Hao came closer to see what the black stockings were.
But in the end, Chen Hao's face was full of astonishment.
The black threads turned out not to be lines made of any material, but like traces drawn by a pencil on the soil. As the soil continued to loosen naturally, the black threads turned into a pile of fragments, submerged and disappeared into the soil.
Looking at the corpses of other demonic insects, they all seemed to have turned into sketches painted on the soil. With the natural movement of the soil, they began to become loose and fragmented, and finally shattered and disappeared.
But Chen Hao was sure that before the black silks passed by strangely, they were clearly living creatures and real demons.