In the Xiangtang, Ji Xie stood behind the high platform and closed his eyes in pain. He has entered the underground palace many times, and his spirit is not unpowerful, otherwise he would not have become the leader of Jin's army. Even he couldn't suppress the unspeakable nausea after seeing Meji.
"Captain Wu, please hold this flag to protect your soul." Ji Xie handed over a long flag.
"Brother Ji, thank you." Wu Gen bowed his hands to Ji Xie. This time it was he who led the people to escort Wu Gen and others into the underground palace.
Ji Xie did not answer, and walked back with Wu Gen and others. Within a hundred steps, a huge bronze door appeared in front of him, with large and small ferocious faces engraved on it, so lifelike that he almost wanted to escape. .
Ji Xie and the four Jin soldiers knelt on the ground and murmured something. Soon, winding lights appeared on the dark blue door and continued to wander around. Bright light gradually filled the bronze door, and the two heavy doors slowly opened to both sides. Behind the door was a gray area, as if covered with a layer of thick fog.
"Captain, please hold the soul flag and enter." Ji Xie also held the long flag and took the lead to walk into the thick fog.
Wu Gen looked at Mo Zhibi behind him and his eager eyes, "Be careful."
Mo Zhibi nodded and clenched the flag pole in his hand. Through his eyes, he could vaguely feel that the place behind the door could threaten his soul.
Stepping into the thick fog, Wu Gen followed the hazy shadow of Ji Xie in front of him, one step deep and one shallow, and it took as long as a cup of tea.
The thick fog gradually faded, and a huge space appeared in front of me. Looking up, there is no sun or night here. There is a hazy light between the sky and the earth. The ground is covered with gray-yellow gravel, and it is lifeless.
"Captain, be careful," Ji Xie stopped and gave Wu Gen a meaningful look, "If you go further, there will be ghost winds. The further you go, the stronger the wind will be. If you can't hold on, you can't hold on." Just return here as soon as possible."
Wu Gen looked into the distance. In the center of the gravel, there was a faint black undulation, "What is that?"
Ji Xie looked up, his eyes twinkling, "That is the stone city in the center of the underground palace. Very few people can go there. Back then, the three generations of ancestors achieved great success in the soul path and refined the Black Qi Sword there. Because of this, this Only then did Jin's army come into existence, and only then did the Ji family have the strength to overwhelm all other families, and finally dominate the Iron Hand.
Each generation of disciples of the Ji family will select some people to enter this place to temper their souls, so in Kuntian Continent, the Ji family is also known for their strong souls. "
Wu Gen nodded and motioned for Ji Xie to lead the way.
Walking on the uneven ground, there was silence everywhere, not even a breath of wind. The entire space was like a dead world, with no sign of life in sight.
Suddenly, Wu Gen noticed that the soul flag in his hand swayed slightly. He turned his head and looked around, but did not notice the wind blowing.
"Captain, the ghost wind has risen." Ji Xie's voice came, rising and falling, with some distortion.
Wu Gen frowned, and suddenly the soul fire in the soul space began to tremble, as if an invisible wind was passing through it.
After walking a few dozen steps, the gravel on the ground became noticeably finer. There was already a strong wind in the mind, and the roar resounded throughout the entire soul space.
This feeling is very strange. There is no movement outside, not even the hair is shaking. The soul flag in his hand was shaking, and there was a rumble in the soul space.
Rows of arc-shaped soul flags appeared in front of them, neatly inserted on the ground, forming a sparse forest of flags, guarding the distant stone city from a distance.
Under some soul flags, someone can be seen sitting cross-legged on the ground. However, these people have long been turned into mummies. The skull's mouth opened wide and faced the sky, obviously suffering great pain before death.
"Captain, in the past the Ji family's trials were mostly here. Please decide for yourself whether you want to move forward." Ji Xie's voice broke through the wind and penetrated into Wu Gen's mind.
Wu Gen turned his head and glanced behind him. Everything seemed to be normal. The eyes were darting around, seeming to be quite curious about this place. On the other hand, Mo Zhibi was a little less optimistic. At this time, although he was protected by the soul flag, his face was already pale.
After all, he is still young. Although he has some supernatural powers, he
The soul is still a little weak.
Wu Gen pointed to his feet and signaled Mo Zhibi to stop here, while he continued to move forward with Ji Xie.
Seeing Wu Gen's seemingly normal appearance, Ji Xie's eyes showed a strange color. He has led many members of the Ji family to this place. In fact, this is the limit for most people.
When he came in, he did not remind Wu Gen that he had plans in his heart to make this human race, which was quite a threat to the Ji family, look embarrassed. But now, Wu Gen didn't feel any discomfort, and he couldn't help but re-examine this young man.
The two stumbled forward, and Wu Gen's face became increasingly pale. With every step he took, the ghostly wind suddenly grew stronger, tearing at Wu Gen's soul. The soul fire was like a bonfire in the wind, swaying constantly, as if it might go out at any time.
Wu Gen's body was tightly huddled together and his waist was hunched. In fact, his physical body was not damaged at all at this time. It's just that out of instinctive reaction, the soul tried its best to gather itself to resist the ubiquitous ghost wind, and even the body appeared abnormal.
The further he walked, the more ugly Wu Gen's face became. At this moment, it was as if he was alone in a furious sandstorm. The large and small sand and gravel, like countless handfuls of bamboo, were constantly cutting and polishing his soul, and he felt miserable inside. The pain is actually more painful than being beheaded.
Ji Xie's face also looked a little ugly. He had been to the underground palace many times, so he knew the pain involved. There are many people who cannot bear the severe pain and run away in a frenzy. Instead, they will die faster under the ghost wind. Their souls will be torn into soul sand by the ghost wind and become a speck of dust in this underground palace.
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Over the years, as more and more people died in it, Guifeng became more and more violent, so that for many years no one was able to reach the location of Shicheng.
It's not that no one wants to take advantage of their higher realm to leap to Stone City, but that way they will die faster. Suddenly from a calm place to a place where the ghost wind is the most raging, no matter how good your cultivation is, you can't withstand this soul-destroying wind. Only by walking step by step to Shicheng and gradually adapting like now, can we possibly earn a chance of survival.
Wu Gen's spirit had not completely dissipated, so he could only move forward to a place with stronger winds.
Suddenly, Ji Xie felt something in his heart. He turned around and was speechless.
Muji followed the two of them with Mo Zhibi, surrounded by vague human figures, resisting the ubiquitous strong wind. The outer layers of these figures are somewhat blurred, apparently worn away by the ghostly wind.
Wu Gen looked back and finally felt relieved. Because Mo Zhibi will have to control his eyes for a while, looking for the existence of the evil god in his soul. With Muji's magical power, it's okay to be further away, but it's always more reassuring to be closer.
If Muji was allowed to act randomly, Wu Gen was afraid that even if he could block the ghost wind, he would still be played to death by Muji. It is like a child with a heavy weapon in its hand. Even if it is unintentional, it can kill people mercilessly. Only Mo Zhibi can restrain it.
The stone city in front gradually grew larger, and now it could be seen clearly that this was actually a strange stone forest. There are collapsed cliffs, towering stone pillars, and winding streets and alleys, like a bottomless maze.
Wu Gen's face was twisted in pain at this time, and his soul was like a ball of fluffy cotton wool. The outer layer was shivering torn by the ghost wind, and turned into strands, with only thin connections between them.
Ji Xie also turned pale. Even though he had been here many times, he was still a little unbearable at this time. "Captain, it should be almost here. If we go any further, I'm afraid there will be danger. Once the soul collapses, even if you can survive, When it comes down, it will turn into a dazed existence."
Wu Gen felt his own soul and shook his head slightly. Such a level of ghost wind was not enough to find the traces of the evil god. It was like finding a thread hidden in a pile of threads. , I’m afraid it’s impossible to find this tiny thread without disturbing the thread ball.
Holding a long banner, Wu Gen walked forward silently like those ascetic people in the world, leaving a series of mottled footprints behind him. Ji Xie sighed, hesitated for a moment and then followed.
Finally, the three men and one beast arrived at the edge of the stone city, and Ji Xie's face was covered with blood drops. Although the body was not injured, the soul was damaged
It will be imprinted on the physical body.
Among the three, only Mo Zhibi was doing better because he was protected by his eyes, but the figures surrounding him had become a little sparse. Of the more than a hundred eyes on Muji's body, more than twenty have been closed.
"Captain, I'm afraid we won't be able to make a sound once we enter Stone City. If anything goes wrong, please retreat quickly." Ji Xie's voice was as small as a gnat, echoing in Wu's ears. Ji Xie was already in a difficult position. He was just going through the motions. He never thought that Wu Gen could go so far. He didn't dare to go deep into the stone city. After so many years, how many people have been able to get out of it.
Wu Gen's face was tightly pressed together, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and nodded slowly. Looking behind him with some worry, Mo Zhibi sat upright on Muji, holding a long flag and nodding to Wu Gen.
"Let's go." Wu Gen shouted and walked into Shicheng first. At the entrance of the stone city, there were two gray stone figures standing at the entrance. Their bodies were twisted together like old vines in the mountains, their heads held high, as if they were howling to the sky.
In the stone city, there are dangerous cliffs and towering rocks everywhere, like demons and monsters appearing in the world. It is difficult to describe its majestic appearance in the world's words.
As soon as they entered the stone city, the whistling sound of the ghost wind suddenly became louder, stirring up patches of mist-like black sand. The soul space was already full of noise, echoing with the strange screams of various beasts, the cries of babies, and the sinister laughter of women, making people breathless and feeling like they were in hell.
As the black sand hit the person's body, Wu Gen's expression suddenly changed, and images appeared in his mind one after another. Fragments of various people's lives constantly impacted Wu Gen's mind. The pictures were chaotic and changing rapidly. There were men and women, old and young, as if different lives were cut into pieces of leaves, and they rushed in all at once. .
Only then did he realize that these black sands were not sand. They were people who died here one by one. Their souls were torn into pieces. Due to the strange environment of the stone city, they manifested in the world and turned into this long black sand.
His soul had been torn into pieces. Under the severe pain, Wu Gen could no longer recognize everything around him. He was like a walking corpse. He had completely forgotten the purpose of his trip and could only stagger forward numbly.
After an unknown amount of time, Wu Gen's broken mind suddenly moved, and a vague figure squeezed into it. This is Muji's reminder to himself that Mo Zhibi may not be able to hold on if he moves forward.
Wu Gen slowly turned his head, moving as slowly as an old man in his dying years, looking towards the end of his eyes bit by bit. It's like a porcelain doll with countless cracks, fearing that it will turn into a pile of fragments if you are not careful.
Behind him, Ji Xie had disappeared and exited Shicheng at some point. There were only about seventy figures left, who were like a tattered screen protecting their surroundings.
Mo Zhibi sat on Muji's back, two lines of blood and tears winding down his clean face. Although he was protected by Eye Ji, as the figure decreased, the soul wind still affected him. To be able to reach this point, Mo Zhibi is considered to be extremely talented.
Wu Gen nodded, slowly sat down against a rooster-shaped stone next to him, and nodded to Mo Zhizhi.
Mo Zhibi leaned down and rested his head tightly on Muji.
His still-open eyes suddenly brightened, and Qi Huanhuan looked at Wu Gen, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
Taking a long breath, Wu Gen opened the Qingwei umbrella and slowly closed his eyes, "Here I come, Evil God."
