Lin Xi naturally has to take responsibility to the end.
But now he has no ability.
The meager strength left is of no use at all.
Lin Xi should no longer be Zhuo Ye's opponent.
As long as the Fenglei Sect mobilizes a little bit of power, Lin Xi will be unable to prevent the Yelang clan from being destroyed.
Because he gave the Xian family the skills, the Yelang clan was destroyed.
Then he would be too conscience-stricken.
And now he has nowhere to go, the Nightwolf clan is his only place to live.
"The worst we can do is go to Guiyuan again." Lin Xi put on a black cloth blanket, avoided the ferocious beasts on the road, and then came to Guiyuan again.
Behind is a primeval dense forest, full of life and haunted by ferocious beasts.
What lies ahead is a completely different scene.
The bottomless dark passage, the endless stretches of dead mountains, and the strange black lotus that blocks the sky and the sun in the deepest part all tell the story of the weirdness and terror of this place.
It seems like even the avenues have collapsed here, death and silence have intertwined into new rules, and no life can flourish here.
Everything is withering.
Lin Xi knew what she was about to face.
Mountains of bones.
The shroud of death.
There is also the endless darkness that I never want to recall.
"You have to give it a try." Lin Xi took a deep breath and covered the entire head with a black cloth blanket, like a ridiculous child who was afraid of ghosts, thinking that this method would be absolutely safe.
Since he was able to come out of the Ghost Abyss alive, there must be a reason.
So he must return to Oniyuan in the same appearance.
Maybe it was because of the black blanket that he was protected from attack.
God bless you.
Lin Xi stepped into the abyss of ghosts.
The frightening dark wind blew over instantly, and Lin Xi felt as if her soul was about to be blown away, and her whole body seemed to fall into a boundless purgatory.
Cold, dead silence, inescapable despair.
This is only at the outermost edge.
"The Forbidden Land of the Gods is indeed called the right place. Even if the gods come, I'm afraid they will be buried here." Lin Xi smiled bitterly.
I'm just a loser. Isn't it a little too arrogant to break into this place?
But I couldn't care less about that.
I can only bite the bullet and rush in.
After all, we don’t really want to go into the deepest part.
Lin Xi looked at the way he came, which was an extremely dark passage. He tightened the black cloth blanket around him to resist the cold wind from the outside, and then walked through.
Inside is a lonely palace of bones.
Just as soon as I entered my soul, I started to tremble.
There is a very unique atmosphere lingering here, like the entrance to hell. Only death is the final destination, and Lin Xi is like a soul coming to report.
Entering it, Lin Xi realized that she had not seen the true face of this place clearly at first, and the mountains of bones were far more numerous than she had imagined.
Because there is a vast white river in the distance, extremely wide, but it never flows at all.
The more Lin Xi looked at it, the more horrified she became.
Where is the White River? This is clearly made of piles of corpses.
How many people must have died before their bones could pile up into a river!
Lin Xi suppressed the trembling in her heart and cautiously approached the pile of bones.
These bones are covered with a strong aura of death, and next to the pile of bones is a withered figure, as if it has been sitting quietly for endless years, like a sculpture of the underworld.
He seemed dead, almost indistinguishable from the bones around him.
But Lin Xi knew that he was alive.
He even gave me directions.
Lin Xi swallowed, then gritted her teeth and approached, trying not to make any sound. She came to the pile of bones and did an extremely bold thing.
He picked up the bones and stuffed them into his arms.
That's right.
This is what he wants.
He needs the bones in the ghost abyss.
With the bones in his arms, a cold breath suddenly burst out and rushed into his heart. Lin Xi's body stiffened and he felt like he was in an ice cellar. He almost died on the spot.
Fortunately, his body was still strong after several baptisms, so he was able to barely block it.
The physique of the golden elixir monk can barely resist the Yin Qi in a white bone.
This ghost abyss is really terrifying.
Lin Xi smiled bitterly.
"I'm holding on, but I can't move."
Then he hesitated for a long time and glanced carefully at the mysterious man sitting not far away. Finally, he chose to take off the black cloth blanket and wrap the bones.
The black cloth blanket is indeed a rare treasure. After wrapping the bones, it suppresses all the yin energy.
Lin Xi took the bones away through the black cloth blanket without any problems.
But the mysterious man still made no move.
"That's great." Lin Xi endured the cold air again, took out a few pieces of white bones, stuffed them into the black cloth blanket, and didn't stop until she couldn't bear it anymore.
Then he picked up the black blanket and left carefully.
He walked out of the Bone Palace and quickly left Guiyuan.
After walking out of the ghost abyss, the feeling of being enveloped by the aura of death dissipated.
"Huh." Lin Xi breathed a long sigh of relief, with cold sweat all over his head.
He opened the black cloth blanket and found about ten bones inside.
Some are not enough.
Too shabby.
Lin Xi rested for a moment to make sure that the cold breath had not damaged her body, then shook off the bones and broke into the ghost abyss again with the black blanket.
The painful feeling came again.
Lin Xi once again endured the erosion of the Yin Qi in the bones, and then forcibly took out some of the bones.
Once, twice, three times.
Finally, after seven or eight times, Lin Xi couldn't bear it anymore.
He shivered and completed the last move.
Finally, the Palace of Bones fell into deathly silence again.
A hoarse murmur sounded faintly: "Oh, you dare to come back. You dare to come to Guiyuan wearing a rag. How brave you are."
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Nightwolf Clan Tribe.
Lin Xi has been gone for three days.
The tension among the people is getting stronger and stronger.
"Where on earth has Lord Prophet gone, and why hasn't he come back yet?" Someone in the hunting team complained softly.
"Who knows, I didn't say anything before I left."
"Do you think the Prophet will..."
Someone very quietly mentioned a possibility.
"Are you afraid of Fenglei Sect's revenge and then ran away?"
Everyone was shocked.
"Probably not." Everyone found it difficult to accept this.
The reason why they dare to stay here is because they believe in the prophet.
If the prophet escaped.
Then I'm afraid their mentality will completely collapse.
"Humph, who is talking nonsense?" Xiaonian walked over and said coldly.
Everyone in the hunting team immediately shut up.
"I'm warning you, whoever dares to speak ill of the Prophet again, I will definitely not spare him. Are you too free? If you are too free, go out hunting and don't spread panic." Xiao Nian said angrily.
"Yes Yes."
Everyone nodded quickly.
They all know that Xiao Nian admires the Prophet the most, so they cannot let her hear some words.
"Humph." Xiao Nian turned around and left, a trace of undetectable worry flashed in her eyes.
Lord Prophet, where have you gone?
She looked at the dense forest with towering ancient trees and couldn't help but sigh.
At this moment, her eyes suddenly widened and she looked in a certain direction in the dense forest.
She saw a familiar figure coming out of the dense forest.
His steps were difficult and his whole body was shaking.
His face was pale.
All wet.
The whole person looked like he had just been fished out of ice water.