grave

The world of graves is full of mountains and fields, and the void under the water. There are no duplicate graves where you can see them. There are many strange rivers, and there are countless different water graves.

During this period, many dilapidated corpses stood in front of their "home" and opened their mouths to suck and vomit filth. There were also dilapidated corpses, dragging their black and green stinky stomachs slowly crawling or moving.

There is a lack of flies and rolling corpse worms that should be there. It’s not that there is no such thing as a corpse. Duan De occasionally saw a living creature squirming in a broken body that was almost festering to the extreme. He thought it was a corpse worm.

These corpses are not peaceful, and there are silent hand-to-hand combat everywhere. The loser is naturally the contribution of only a few taels of rotten meat for the winner to swallow and show off.

Jingxi seemed to have no intention of explanation, but Duan De judged from the aura of these things that this was just a primary method of stocking corpses for the Corpse Yin Sect. The real big guy should still be hiding in the dark.

Duan De could still clearly perceive the vague peeping feeling, and the two golden boys and jade girls behind him were in a state of tension after coming up. Yu Shiqin simply buried her head in her husband's arms. The scenery outside really affected her gastrointestinal health.

"The scenery is good, and there are at least a few crooked dead trees to see here, which is better than the same dizzying field in the Netherworld Sea."

Duan De had no discomfort. Moving things are always better than completely still. There are not many plants here. The crooked dead tree mentioned by Duan De is not a dead tree in normal range.

The exact point should be called a corpse tree, which has no leaves, yellow and black skin, twisted and twisted, and the tree does not look like a tree. It is considered to be the non-mainstream of the tree clan and the product of maintaining life by ingesting corpse nutrients.

There is no possibility of normal plants here, with corpse qi and yin energy too strong.

"Brother Duan! You have too strong taste!"

Yu Shiqin quickly raised her face and glanced around when she heard this. This was also caused by curiosity in her heart. Then she retching quickly retracted into Beichenshu's arms. Beichenshu's face was comparable to that of Jinxi in front.

"Is it? The large area of ​​Anhui intestine flowers over there is really beautiful. I'm not wrong. Just in terms of color, isn't it relatively more amazing if there are other colors in this dark world?"

Anhui intestine flower is a special purpose low-level treasure medicine, and it is used to refine some vicious things. Duan De was not polite when he passed by, and waved his hand to arrest more than ten flowers and put them in the jade box.

The flower is as big as a platter, with petals as big as a palm, with yellow bottom and black spots everywhere, and the stamens are scarlet and extremely smelly.

"Ao~~~~"

Duan Deshou Hua Jinxi did not stop him, but how could this thing be wild? What followed was his master's fierce roar and huge fists that came out of thin air.

Duan De curled his lips and punched him.

"Boom! Crack~~"

The speed did not slow down at all, and followed Fang Hong's light before, and the fist that appeared out of thin air was smashed to pieces and scattered, causing the roars to gradually become frequent, thinking about the rhythm of fighting in the nest.

Duan De raised his right fist, and a piece of dead flesh on his fist that seemed too corrosive and stuck to his fingers. It actually gave birth to thin tentacles like a plant that were about to penetrate Duan De's body.

Duan De shook his hand, and a white flame appeared in his palms and fingers. In an instant, black smoke emerged. A roar that was gradually inaudible in the distance was heard. A sudden scream penetrated the distance and passed through the ear drums of several people.

"Sky Fire Holy Flame? How is it possible?"

"Pure World Heavenly Fire?"

The one in front is the news of Jingxi, and the one behind is Beichen Book. It refers to a thing, but it is called differently. This is the purest flame in the world, which can burn all the filth. The spiritual roots of Beichen Book have a certain chance to cultivate this kind of flame.

"What a fuss? I'll go there too much!"

Duan De didn't care, so he reached out and a dark lightning as thick as a little finger shot out, hitting a dog-shaped corpse dog with little flesh.

The thing didn't even snort, and it turned into dust and disappeared.

"Demon Extreme Thunder?"

Duan De's backhand hit another thick yellow water line as thick as mercury sludge on half of his body. The thing seemed to have taken a Shiquan Dafu Pill, and his hideous and terrifying dead gray eyes instantly turned into blood red.

He flew up from the sky and flew quickly to Duan De. His thin lips and black teeth were three or two, and half of his sticky tongue poked out, which made him look like a dog.

"Go, go, go, go and play by yourself!"

Duan De's spiritual sense and Taoist sound blasted into the flying half of the simple and simple corpse. The thing just looked at Duan De reluctantly, if the foam on the surface of the stinky ditch was considered an eye.

Jingxi finally stopped calming. This is really the secret of the Corpse Yin Sect, the true water of the Yellow Spring! The Holy Water of the Corpse Raising!

"You know all the Taoist techniques?"

Duan De did this naturally makes sense. He would not have a say where he didn't have any ability. No one seemed to pay attention to it. Duan De didn't think it was true. He had already seen through the usual routines.

"Understand, taste it briefly, don't make a fuss."

Duan De raised his hand modestly and signaled that Yan Xi would turn around and lead the way. He had no time to spend more time here. He had other things to do to accomplish this purpose. How could the people at the forefront of the storm have a peaceful life waiting for him to enjoy?

Mountain?

The entire Peninsula's Corpse Yin Sect's territory could not fly high. Duan De's knowledge made the monks and Jeong Xi lead the way, and the deeper they went, the smaller the tomb, the larger the distance between them, and the corpses that could be seen everywhere were gone.

Each tomb bag has a whirlpool of yin energy hanging on it to varying degrees, and its pressure spreads like a sea wave, which is in opposition to the pressure emitted by adjacent tomb bags.

Overall, it looks like the water surface when it rains. Drops of rain fall into the calm water surface. The ripples appear to be opposite or superimposed, and the overlapping vigor is enough to be terrifying.

Duan De protected Beichenshu and his wife and became the audience, but there was no impact. A black sky curtain in front of him was sealed into his sight, and there was no grave here.

Yan Xi kept a distance of more than ten meters above the ground and fled up diagonally. Duan De estimated that he should have entered about a hundred miles of land at this time, and this peninsula seemed not small.

This mountain is unpredictable, with the yin energy that is extremely rich, but it has no early stinky stinking. The mountain is almost vertical and there is no place to settle down. If it is not a monk, it is absolutely impossible for mortals to reach.

I thought I was going to the top of the mountain, but Jingxi disappeared in the middle of the mountain. Duan De followed him and hit the mountain without hesitation. It was indeed a hidden entrance.

The bluestone corridor was only enough for a person to pass by, with patterns on both sides of his head flickering. The corridor was invisible and there was no end to light, and a depressing breath came.

Jing Xi did not move forward in the escape light anymore, and walked slowly with her back bent, followed by Duan Debeichenshu, who was also bent with her back. Yu Shiqin, who was not very tall, could walk upright.

But he held the back of Beichen Shu's robe, his face looked a little ugly, his spiritual sense was completely compressed and he could not be able to be explored at all. Obviously, there was a very powerful formation here to guard it.

The silent Yanxi was speechless all the way, like a real servant leading the way. Naturally, Duan De and the other two would not ask too much, and they were also holding back their thoughts.

Muran's broad vision was just entering a wide corridor. Fortunately, there were eternal lights on both sides so that they would not be able to explore in the darkness. Why don't others think about it? Duan De has never liked to move forward in the darkness anyway.

The large corridor is no less than ten feet high and no less than five feet wide. It is normal to have no steps, and at the lowest level it is also the strength of the divine stage. If you have steps on the road, it would be strange.

Without steps, the monks breathed for a long time, as if there were no ghosts. They were also inseparable from ghosts, floating three inches away from the ground. What is it not a ghost?

In such a strange situation, Duan De also showed strangeness on his face. Could it be a huge tomb chamber, right? It is like the tomb chamber in the Taoist secret realm.

There were many forks on both sides, but Jing Xi ignored it and could not see the moving objects on the road. Except for them who were moving themselves, the rest were only the everlasting lights that were automatically without wind.

At the end, there was no stone wall on the top. The hall in front of the stone wall was very large. At least Duan De's eyes did not see the surrounding environment clearly. In front of the huge mountain wall with ghost patterns and carved with ghost patterns, Jing Xi bowed his head and waited respectfully.

The huge stone chamber is not single, with many stone sculptures, rockery flowing water, the water is dirty and yellow, but it emits a lingering and intoxicating fragrance. The absolute contrast between visual and taste makes Beichen Book feel uncomfortable.

Duan De once saw the so-called gate of hell in a trance. The carvings on it were exactly the same as the stone wall in front of him. He was so upset that he stared at the carvings of the stone wall.

"I'm not feeling at ease? My friend Duan forgives me for not being able to meet. Have you ever seen the Gate of Hell?"

Duan De, who came to his senses, stared at some point in the statue, was speechless, and then bent down and bowed for a while.

"Boy Duan De has seen the sect leader, but this sect has seen it in a daze, but the price he paid for it makes it unforgettable for me in my life, so I have lost my composure. I will forgive you."

"A person with the most affection and nature is unfortunately not suitable for this chaotic world. The past is like clouds and smoke. What you care about and don't care about seems to be not important to us. The day when I wake up is limited. If it were not for the Lord of the Wings, I would probably be wandering in my mind."

"You have a special identity and have this kind of character. I appreciate it very much. In the future, enemies and friends will say too early. Things that benefit each other are great good things. I forgot to succeed in the three months!"

Duan De bowed respectfully and said nothing, and there was no need to say much about the established things. He naturally understood the situation of the Master of Ziyin. He didn't say much this time and wanted to appreciate it. Duan De was not flattered, just a deal.

"Jingxi, my son will be there later. Will it be clear if Duan Xiaoyou entered the battle?"

Hum? This Left Guardian is all the son of the Master of Ziyin?

The evil ghost carved his eyes from the mountain wall in front of him, gathering in the front of the mountain wall ten feet, forming a temporary space vortex, deep and dark. Duan De ignored Jen Xi, greeted Beichenshu and his wife, and shot straight into the space vortex, disappeared.

After Duan De and others disappeared, the vortex slowly narrowed and finally disappeared. Duan De could not see the leader of the Simon Sect from beginning to end. Jean Xi was full of doubts, but he did not ask.

Although the back of the door is his biological father, it seems that his relationship is not very good?

"Are you strong for your father?"

After a long time, the voice in the door sighed helplessly and asked.

"The strongest father is, he is almost invincible in the world of cultivators!"

Jingxi spoke coldly.

"Haha? Haha~~~~"

"Strong? Invincible? I'm just an ordinary person. Maybe I should be said to be one of the slightly larger ants. Have I not heard of my son's cultivator world for so many years?" (To be continued)
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