If a large number of undead masters come, it will be really troublesome.
Liu Wuxie was pressed for time and had to rush back tomorrow if possible. The auction would be held in three days.
These undead clan surrounded Liu Wuxie and Luo Hai and refused to let them leave.
During the Ten Thousand Tribes Ceremony, Liu Wuxie killed a large number of undead tribes, and this matter has been reported back.
"We're going to Death Mountain."
Liu Wuxie frowned, but still told the purpose of his trip, hoping that these undead tribe would give way and not waste his time.
Hearing that Liu Wuxie was going to Death Mountain, all the undead tribe suddenly stepped back, taking a dozen steps back before they stood firm.
"Are you going to Death Mountain?"
The leading undead tribe had a look of horror on their face, and their tone of voice was a bit uncalm.
"Are you still going to stop us?"
Liu Wuxie also didn't expect that even the undead tribe would be afraid of Death Mountain.
"Go forward a thousand miles from here, and you will see a mountain covered by black clouds. That is Death Mountain."
After saying that, all the undead tribe fled completely, fearing that they would have any causal relationship with Liu Wuxie.
It came and went quickly, leaving Liu Wuxie and Luo Hai confused.
We were ready to take action just now, but why did all these undead clans run away when they heard the words "Desperate Mountain".
Logically speaking, the existence of Death Mountain, the Planet of the Undead, and the Undead Tribe should be one and the same.
"Wuxie, I feel something is wrong. Let's go back. The Tiandao Society is already on track. At worst, our pace of development will be slower."
Luo Hai was still worried about Liu Wuxie's safety.
If there was something wrong, how could he explain it to Xu Lingxue and the senior officials of the Tiandao Society?
"You're here, I want to see who is here playing tricks."
A sneer appeared on the corner of Liu Wuxie's mouth. There are countless races in the world, and there are many races he has seen.
The Mountain of Death is weird and could be even more dangerous than the fairy world.
Luo Hai couldn't defeat Liu Wuxie, so he had to follow behind and be careful.
Following the guidance of the leader of the undead clan, Liu Wuxie traveled about a thousand miles and indeed saw a huge mountain peak standing there alone.
The peak is surrounded by black water. This is not three thousand weak water, but stagnant water.
The stagnant water is filled with endless air of death, and there are a lot of bugs floating in it.
"There's a bridge over there."
Above the stagnant water, waves of mist floated, making it difficult to see the specific scene of Death Mountain. Only an outline could be seen.
A strange little bridge appeared over the stagnant water, making a clattering sound.
The bridge is very narrow and can only accommodate one person to pass. It is tied with black chains on both sides and has a few broken wooden boards in the middle.
The two of them stood at the end of the small bridge. There was a sign stuck at the end of the bridge. It was already rotting. A few lines of small words could be vaguely engraved on it.
"The bridge of death, the soul is cut off, the person borrowing his life, there is no way back!"
Luo Hai stepped forward and wiped it, and the writing on it became much clearer.
"Wuxie, what does this mean?"
Looking at the words above, Luo Hai felt horrified and asked Liu Wuxie.
"This is a road of no return. Stepping onto this bridge means putting your life in the hands of others."
Liu Wuxie frowned and his tone was a little solemn. This was the first time he had seen such a strange bridge.
"Then let's fly across the water."
Luo Hai suggested flying over the water, so that it would not be a point of no return.
Liu Wuxie said nothing, but took out a bird from the animal storage bag and let it fly out.
Many monks like to carry some living objects, such as
When entering a cave, in order to confirm whether there is any danger inside, a bird will be put in first.
The bird just flew over the stagnant water, let out a sharp cry, and fell into the stagnant water.
Then an even more incredible scene appeared. All the flesh and blood on the bird was gone, leaving only a skeleton, hovering on the water and making a quacking sound.
Luo Hai felt that all the hairs on his body stood up. A bird without flesh and blood, only a set of bones left to fly, what exactly did this stagnant water contain.
The bird flew for about a few breaths, then fell into the stagnant water and disappeared completely.
Others couldn't see under the stagnant water, but they couldn't stop Liu Wuxie's ghostly eyes.
In the depths of the stagnant water, there are countless skeletons piled up, including those of humans, monsters, star beasts, monsters, demons, etc., there are countless skeletons anyway.
Among them were the skeletons of the Peak Heaven-Seeing Realm, which even they could not fly over. If the two of them rashly stepped onto the dead water, they would soon become one of those skeletons.
"You stay outside!"
After Liu Wuxie finished speaking, he stepped onto the bridge of death and asked Luo Hai to stay here.
"Innocent!"
It was too late for Luo Hai to stop him, Liu Wuxie's body had already fallen on the bridge.
There are very few wooden planks on the Bridge of Death, and one will appear far apart.
If you step on the air, you will fall into the stagnant water. The entire stagnant water will be enveloped by an invisible layer of energy, making it impossible to fly.
Coupled with the fog, it was difficult to see where the next plank would land.
With his ghost eyes, he could see through everything, so Liu Wuxie dared to take the risk.
After several vertical shots, Liu Wuxie disappeared into the mist, and Luo Hai could no longer see Liu Wuxie's back.
The Bridge of Death is very long.
Liu Wuxie walked for a full stick of incense and finally saw the other side.
After using his body technique, he landed firmly on the ground, and a withered yellow oil lamp appeared in front of Liu Wuxie.
That's right, it was an oil lamp, suspended three meters away from Liu Wuxie.
The entire Mount Fugitive was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers. The entire mountain peak was shrouded in black clouds.
The oil lamp can illuminate the scene within a radius of three meters, and even the ghost eyes cannot see through the scene three meters away, which surprised Liu Wuxie.
Just as Liu Wuxie was about to speak, the oil lamp moved on its own, drifting forward little by little like a beacon.
He had no choice but to follow the oil lamp and secretly communicate with the evil blade. The door of darkness was ready to go, and the eternal mood was already brewing.
If there is any danger, just strike with thunder.
For thousands of years, only one person has successfully borrowed something from Death Mountain.
After the man borrowed it, he didn't mention anything about Death Mountain.
Walking along the oil lamp, you feel like you are walking on a stone staircase.
Going higher and higher along the stone steps, the surrounding fog became thicker. The black mist enveloped Liu Wuxie like a flood.
The horrible smell of death makes people feel very uncomfortable.
"What a terrifying power of death."
Liu Wuxie said secretly.
Although he has comprehended the Great Death Spell, it is far from the power of death here.
After walking for about half an hour, the guiding lamp in front suddenly stopped moving. We should have reached the designated area.
"Da da da……"
There was a clicking sound all around, a large number of oil lamps lit up, and a dark hall appeared in front of Liu Wuxie.
Under the illumination of the oil lamp, the hall looked even more eerie.
"Creak!"
The black door slowly opened, cracking a gap, and a dusty and decaying smell hit the face, making people feel sick.
After waiting for about a minute, the black door was completely opened, and it was still bottomless inside.
, Liu Wuxie couldn't see into the depths of the hall.
"Junior Liu Wuxie, come and pay homage to the mountain!"
Liu Wuxie clasped his fists towards the black hall and announced his name.
"come in."
From the depths of the hall, a harsh sound came, making people feel creepy and uncomfortable.
Liu Wuxie gathered her thoughts and entered the main hall with long strides.
The moment he stepped in, the door slowly closed behind him, and many oil lamps lit up on both sides of the hall, all suspended in mid-air.
After these oil lamps were lit, we could finally see a rough outline of the entire hall's interior.
The main hall is very large, and although there are many oil lamps, the area they can illuminate is extremely limited.
Liu Wuxie looked toward the middle area of the hall, and three shadows appeared in front of Liu Wuxie.
After taking a few steps forward, I finally saw three shadows clearly.
The moment he saw the three people clearly, Liu Wuxie's eyes shrank, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
The three old men sitting in front of Liu Wuxie were not three complete people.
The old man on the left has no limbs, only a torso and head.
The old man on the right had his waist completely broken, leaving only his upper body.
The old man in the middle was even more terrifying, with only one head left.
"Junior Liu Wuxie, I would like to pay my respects to the three seniors."
Liu Wuxie hugged the three of them again.
"Do you know the rules of Death Mountain?"
The old man in the middle spoke and asked Liu Wuxie.
"I don't know, please ask senior to clarify."
Liu Wuxie shook his head. What Luo Hai told him was only one-sided. He really didn't know the specific rules of Death Mountain.
"Stepping into Death Mountain is tantamount to stepping onto the road of no return. We can satisfy you with whatever you want, but your life will be left to us."
The old man in the middle continued.
No one who comes here can leave alive. Before handing over his life, he can grant Liu Wuxie one wish.
"What if I break this rule?"
Of course Liu Wuxie would not give up his life. From the moment he came in, he had been looking at the three old men with his eyes, and he had already seen some clues.
"There are only these rules in Death Mountain, and no one can break them."
The old man on the right spoke.
The moment he opened his mouth, it was like silver needles piercing Liu Wuxie's ears, which was very uncomfortable.
"If there is no such rule, we can establish a new one."
The two sides seemed to be negotiating, and the door had been closed. It was not easy for Liu Wuxie to leave.
What's even more frightening is that these three old men are all in the semi-immortal realm, which is very inconsistent with common sense.
Reaching the Earthly Immortal Realm, they can regenerate after severed limbs. They are in the Semi-immortal Realm. Even if there is a drop of blood left, they can recover. Why do they always have a mutilated body?
Liu Wuxie quickly thought of the possibility that they were crippled people and were cursed by God.
"Once the rules are set, no one can change them. Since you refuse to tell your wishes, we have no choice but to take your life."
After the old man in the middle finished speaking, his head flew towards Liu Wuxie. With the terrifying force of a half-immortal, Liu Wuxie was suppressed and unable to move.
"The body of the crippled body, the body of curse, the soul of death, lives by life."
Liu Wuxie let the old man fly towards him and suddenly said something.
The head that flew over instantly froze in place, floating quietly one meter away from Liu Wuxie, looking at each other.
No one backed away, and an evil smile appeared on the corner of Liu Wuxie's mouth.
They stared at each other for about a minute, and before she knew it, Liu Wuxie's back was completely soaked.
