"It's okay, let's go and take a look." The Ancient Sage from the East did not flinch and expressed his affirmation.
As a saint, who is not a person with a heart as high as the sky? The emperor never comes out. The saint travels across the starry sky, picking up the stars and inviting the moon. Such a mysterious ancient battlefield naturally aroused his deep curiosity.
"Chirp!"
In the next moment, the ancient saint from the east used the Sun Avenue to condense a palm-sized golden crow, which was vivid and vivid, but the sun fire essence spat out from his mouth surged like a tsunami, containing unimaginable holy power.
This Golden Crow was like a golden lightning. In almost the blink of an eye, it sank deep into the path and disappeared into the thick fog.
"Let's go. If there is any danger on the road ahead, we can know it in advance." The ancient sage from the east smiled and said to Ye Nan and the wicked Taoist priest.
Ye Nan's eyes were shining brightly, and the wicked Taoist priest was also gearing up. There was such a mysterious path in the vast underworld, leading to the unknown front, and they were indeed a little curious.
If you were alone on weekdays, you would not enter rashly, not even half a step, but now with a saint like the Ancient Saint from the East accompanying you, the concept is different.
The three of them took their time and walked slowly on this winding path.
At the same time, they also deployed their spiritual thoughts and perceptions, and were wary of unknown existences in the fog.
After all, according to what the wicked Taoist said, there are "ghosts" in this fog.
"rustle."
The surroundings were quiet, except for the rustling sound left by the footsteps of the three people, but the surrounding fog seemed to have an entity, absorbing all the sounds, and the silence was a bit scary.
Ye Nan's eyes were clear and she glanced around. Even though there were ancient sages accompanying her, she still made herself ready to take action at any time.
"Mahgudimi."
At this time, the wicked Taoist priest took out a small bronze lamp from nowhere. After lighting it, it emitted a green light, which was only the size of a mung bean, like a faint will-o'-the-wisp.
He muttered something in his mouth and swayed the small lamp back and forth. The blurred green flames drew traces in the air, like a will-o'-the-wisp dancing strangely.
The ancient sage from the east stared at him for a moment and said, "There are some fluctuations in the Book of Saviors, which can avoid ghosts."
The wicked Taoist priest's face glowed red, and he nodded and said: "Senior, I am well-informed. I found this from the tomb of an ancient saint. That saint was amazing and talented. He used the "Book of Saviors" as a model to deduce it. This method of avoiding disaster, this green lamp, was left by the saint."
Ye Nan glanced at the wicked Taoist priest. He could talk about tomb robbing in such a high-sounding way. Apart from him, it would be difficult to find anyone else in the world.
At the same time, she noticed that the surrounding dark fog seemed to be able to prevent the visit of spiritual thoughts. Even if it ran at its best, it could only reach a distance of a few miles.
Ye Nan informed the ancient sage from the east about this matter, and the latter nodded. He also discovered this matter, but after all, he was respected as a saint and could detect within a radius of more than a hundred miles.
But as we go deeper, this ancient battlefield seems to become more and more vast. Even a hundred miles in scope is only like a drop in the ocean, unable to stir up any waves.
"How big of a battlefield is this? How long have we been walking? Are we really still in the underworld?" The fat Taoist priest couldn't help complaining as he was tired of swinging the green lantern.
At this time, everyone did not know how long they had been moving forward, but the path always seemed to remain unchanged, stretching forward. The surrounding fog became thicker and thicker, and it was all filled with cold mist, without even a trace of moisture.
At this moment, the ancient sage from the east told the two of them a spine-chilling news: the little golden crow with holy power was grabbed to death by something.
"Damn it, let's go back home. I actually think Ziwei is pretty good!" Upon hearing this, the wicked Taoist priest simply turned around and walked back.
What a joke, that little Golden Crow opened its mouth and vomited, and didn't know how many of itself it could roast. At this moment, it was grabbed to death. If you go by yourself, wouldn't you die in vain?
But the moment he turned around, he stood there blankly: "Infinite Heavenly Lord, where is my path, Master Tao?"
Ye Nan heard the words and looked back, but was surprised to find that behind them, the thick fog was like a vertical curtain, cutting off the path they were on.
If you want to walk into the fog, you will feel lost, as if something is waving to you from the depths of the fog, and you can't help but fall into it, which is very strange.
Upon seeing this, the wicked Taoist priest subconsciously shrank towards the location of the ancient saint from the east.
The Ancient Sage from the East was silent for a moment, and then asked Taoist Xiang De, "Did you encounter a similar situation when you came out from here?"
The wicked Taoist priest shook his head hurriedly and said: "The place where I woke up should be much deeper than here. Alas, I can't remember exactly where it is. This road is the same everywhere, and it's all covered with fog, so I'll just follow it. Just walk all the way down and we'll be out now."
"Then what's the 'ghost' thing in your mouth?" Ye Nan looked at the wicked Taoist priest. At this time, they had been deep into the fog for a long time, and they didn't even see a ghost, but something strange happened.
This time, the wicked Taoist priest touched the back of his head and thought for a moment before replying: "Master Taoist, I'm not lying to you. There are indeed ghosts in this fog, but it's strange to say that they just come closer and then move away." He's gone away, as if he knows Master Dao and I just came over to say hello."
When the ancient sage from the east heard the words, he lowered his head and pondered, and then said to the two of them: "Actually, with Lao Chan's cultivation level, it is not impossible to find a way back, but Lao Chan seems to be vaguely aware that the thing in the mist seems to be guiding him. Let’s go somewhere.”
The scene suddenly became quiet, and no one said a word. The atmosphere of silence was so quiet that even the heartbeat of the other party could be clearly heard.
"Could it be that Master Tao, the owner of my physical body in the previous life, has anything to do with this place?" The wicked Taoist priest took the lead in breaking the calm and muttered in a low voice.
Then, as if he had made up his mind, he took a deep breath, then looked into the depths of the mist, and shouted directly: "Infinite Heavenly Lord, if you want my help from Taoist Master, just say so. Are you being suspicious here? Oh no, you are a ghost. Okay, okay, no matter who you are, if I can help Master Tao, I will definitely help you. If you can’t help, send Master Dao back quickly!"
The sudden voice of the wicked Taoist priest made Ye Nan and the ancient sage from the east twitch the corners of their mouths and freeze in place.
"call"
But in the next second, something unexpected happened.
In the thick mist, the air seemed to be flowing again, and the fog became much lighter. At least I could see into the distance.
But then, one after another, strange figures walked out of it. They were so faint that they could hardly be seen clearly, but they were so densely packed that they stretched out for tens of thousands of miles, making it impossible to count them in detail.
The specific appearance of these strange figures cannot be seen clearly, because their faces are all covered by a strange black mist, which is somewhat distorted and very scary.
Moreover, their clothes are extremely ancient and do not belong to this era at all. There are no corresponding records even in the oldest ancient books.
However, Ye Nan's heart stirred up huge waves, and in the sea of consciousness, a long-standing memory was slowly unsealed.
In the past, she had witnessed a series of strange bronze carvings in the Immortal Bronze Palace. The clothes of the people in the pictures were clearly of the same type as what she saw before her!
What's even more terrifying is that among those bronze carvings, everyone's faces are covered by a strange mist, distorted to a terrifying degree, and the countless phantoms seen in front of them are all... in this way!
At this moment, in the widened eyes of the three people, these phantoms moved together. They raised a hand and pointed in the same direction.
There, the path winds and stretches all the way into the distance, and there is still no end in sight.
In order to determine a concept, I have been reading an English book for the past two days. Since there is no Chinese translation, I can only read the original text. Although it is not a big deal, the speed is much slower than reading Chinese. It will be submitted on Monday, so I will chew on that concept in the afternoon. If I chew it out, I will continue to update a chapter today. If I can’t chew it out... I can only chew it out, because if I can’t chew it out, I will be finished_(:з」∠)_
