A rare haze gradually appeared in the sky above the snowy area, as if the innermost pollution sources were spreading outwards.

The human monks, suppressed by the invisible heavy and suffocating atmosphere, often stopped and looked ahead, looking for suspicious points.

Here, every monk is unfamiliar, so it becomes fair.

All the magic weapons of the monks can restrain Xue Yinzi.

Originating from the human race's fear of blood monsters from other worlds, the magic weapons forged in the past dynasties all contain mysterious materials that are kept secret and are designed to restrain evil spirits.

The human monks who were possessed by Xue Yinzi a few days ago were all attacked unnoticed.

Once the human monks defend with all their strength, Xueyinzi can only be the spiritual material resource that the human monks compete for.

What really makes the monks hesitate is the danger from their fellow humans and the magical forbidden land that only exists in legends for these people.

Since the Nine Saints created the Taoist tradition based on spiritual power, magic and energy have been around since ancient times.

Those monks who tirelessly pursue magic and arcane energy are regarded as heretics and are not tolerated by the world's righteousness.

Feng Lan's sword fell to the ground, and two more shadows appeared in the snow.

"Don't be nervous, my friend.

I am more familiar with this place than you are.

The red snake skin on your body will absorb the magical energy here on its own.

A real great mage will transfer magical energy to the talisman path, which seems to be real but not real, and seems to be illusion but not illusion."

A familiar voice came to my ears, much gentler.

Fenglan looked around,

A few feet away on the left are the kings of ten thousand people, Ji Daren, Yi Xiaoyao, Cong Buqi,

A few feet away on the right are Bao Pingan, Xing Xiaodian, the Zhuo brothers and sisters,

Li Feiyun and Xiong Potian were more than ten feet away in front, and they were also more than ten feet away from each other.

The others were all about ten feet away from the rear.

These distances are not considered safe, but if you are careless, someone will definitely find out the clues.

Feng Lan lowered his voice and warned: "You'd better put away your curiosity. If you kill me, you won't survive."

"This place was once a prosperous ancient city, where immortality was prosperous and full of vitality.

The time should be a long, long time ago.

Until a thin and sickly boy appeared, the plague raged, the plants withered, and all flesh and blood were polluted.

This became the birthplace of the ancient witch clan and the birthplace of hell on earth.

A long time passed, a long time, so long that time has forgotten how many generations of great sacrifices the ancient witch clan has inherited,

A young man walked out of the forest, holding a giant ax that split the sky. He claimed to be a descendant of the gods and destroyed the ancient witch clan with overwhelming force.

Turn this place into a forbidden land of annihilation where the five elements are in chaos, yin and yang are reversed, and magic is chaotic.

Then, as the chosen son and the noble bloodline of eternal demon blood, the young man became the new master, and ordered the most powerful demon tribe in the generation to guard the snowy region."

The voice in my ear paused for a long time, then slowly continued: "If there is still a possibility for the Sky Demon Clan to come back, then that passage must be in this area."

"Is that eye still there?"

The narrative voice in my ears turned into an uncertain murmur.

Feng Lan asked in a deep voice: "Who are you?"

"I am a poor man who has gone astray, a complete sinner." A sad and indignant voice sounded in my ears, "The damn contract has destroyed the sacred Celestial Demon Clan."

"Um?"

Feng Lan noticed something, and just as he was about to ask, the shadow disappeared.

Xiong Potian issued a warning.

Fenglan quickly moved forward to join them.

Thirteen feet away, there was a pale red corpse, mostly half-covered in the snow, which did not prevent him from identifying that he was a human being.

The gray coarse cloth on the corpse seemed to be woven from strips of thin gray insects.

The body is intact, and it is impossible to tell what method of death it was caused by.

Bao Pingan said softly: "Who is so brave and dares to walk alone?"

"I'll go over and take a look."

The storm is deep

Take a deep breath of the cold air of the snowy field and walk over step by step.

A warning sounded in my ears: "Be careful, he is not dead. He seems to know a little bit of magic and arcana."

Fenglan's steps were very steady, as if he had expected this.

He secretly activated the energy hidden in his left arm, and a warm current slowly flowed throughout his body, and the blood continued to heat up.

Suddenly I saw a corpse floating up from the snow,

A human head is torn apart,

The ten fingers are growing longer, and the fast-growing nails are curled into spiral patterns.

The sharp bulge on the back,

The chest is torn to both sides,

The arms and legs are constantly ossifying and splitting, almost like white bone hair brushes.

"Bilong..."

Feng Lan shouted loudly, and his whole body became stiff and stuck in place.

This scene is exactly the same as what happened to the old man Dilong in Raging Flame City four years ago.

This loud shout seemed to be understood by the mutated monster, and a strange whistling sound came from its throat.

Then, it turned around and slid away, like a flying fish swimming in the depths of the sea.

"Xiaolan." Yunlie called.

Feng Lan fiercely tightened the Seven-Star Immortal Sword in his hand and remained silent.

Yun Lie said softly: "He... seems to know Dilong!"

Feng Lan said: "He was not an old warrior monk before the mutation."

Yunlie nodded slightly to show that the two of them thought of going together.

Yun Lie added: "In Lieyan City, there is also a mysterious man named Binjue, who is a guest of the city lord's family."

A cold air flashed across Feng Lan's face, and evil spirits suddenly arose.

"You should be able to think that there must be a connection between the three of them: Binlang, Binlong, and Binjue.

In fact, they are a lineage of ancient witches who are protected by the human race's great mage and exist in secret identities."

Yun Lie is the son-in-law of the city lord, and he has also killed the city lord. It is not surprising that he knows these secrets.

Others had already come closer. He said no more and whispered: "Don't show off, take your time in everything."

At this time, warning sounds came one after another from the southeast.

Everyone quickly rushed over in the air.

The demon sect disciples wanted to make a sneak attack, but seeing that they were noticed by the righteous disciples and seemed to be encircling them, they chose to retreat in an orderly manner.

"Follow me."

Qi Hongxue said angrily.

She was seriously injured by the disciples of the Demon Cult, and now she has recovered to 60% to 70%, so she has to find her way back in a hurry.

"Senior sister, calm down." Yun Lie dissuaded, "There are many mysterious things happening here, so it is not suitable to open it up as a battlefield."

"Junior Brother Yun is right." Zeng Yuantu agreed, "The devils of the Demon Cult are already proficient in sorcery and evil arts. In this mysterious place, the righteous method has absolutely no chance of winning, and the Demon Cult's magic may be as good as a fish in water."

.We must be patient."

Feng Lan noticed this Zeng Yuantu and never took the initiative to speak first, but his judgment of things when he spoke was extremely accurate and he said exactly what he said.

"Zeng Yuantu is much more powerful than the ugly ghost Yuan Xuanji."

Feng Lan had such a cognitive result, so he naturally thought more about Zeng Yuan Tu.

However, it is not an option for the Demon Cult to harass them like this.

When the righteous disciples withdrew together, they began to discuss ways to deal with the demon sect.

Feng Lan would not trust anyone from Yuanshi Sect or Tianjian Sect.

Therefore, he has remained silent.
To be continued...