The three of them continued to walk forward. Upon seeing this, the tide of heroic spirits spread out again and turned into a thick fog, covering the entire world.
"Master Taoist, do I know them? I always feel weird in my heart." Along the way, the wicked Taoist priest kept mumbling, with doubts on his face.
When Ye Nan heard this, her expression changed and she glanced at him.
Whether it was the crazy beggar from before, who was suspected to be a divine divination master of a certain generation in Tianji Sect; or the wicked Taoist priest himself said that when he woke up, these heroic spirits did not hurt him, but let him go; plus he The way he burst into tears just now illustrates one thing very well:
There seems to be a huge connection between the wicked Taoist priest and the heroic spirits in this place.
But then, she calmed down, continued to cast her gaze forward, and walked forward with a lot of steps.
If there is any answer, it must be covered by thick fog. Only by walking down can we find out.
After traveling a certain distance again, Ye Nan, the Ancient Sage from the East, and the wicked Taoist priest all stopped in unison and looked forward together.
In front of them, apart from a small road leading to nowhere, there was a thick fog with no end in sight. If they were not determined enough, they would have felt mentally broken.
But at this moment, something unexpected appeared in the thick fog.
It was a small tree, only about three feet tall. The branches looked very thin and the leaves were a little sparse, as if it had been planted here not long ago.
The state of this small tree is very strange, showing a faint translucent shape, seeming to be wandering on the boundary between reality and illusion, looming in the mist.
There was not a trace of wind blowing in the air, but Ye Nan could clearly see the swaying of the leaves, and even heard the "rustling" sound of the leaves rubbing against each other in a trance. It was difficult to tell whether it was an illusion.
In the thick fog, such a very out-of-place small tree suddenly appeared, which immediately made the three of them feel nervous.
"Senior, what do you think?" The wicked Taoist priest whispered and asked the ancient sage Xiangdonglai.
The ancient saint from the east came to turn around the saint-level cultivation. After careful investigation, he frowned and said: "It is not an entity, but it is not completely an phantom, but it is in a strange state between the two."
As he spoke, he flicked his broad sleeves and stirred up a gust of wind. The thick mist suddenly began to flow like wind and clouds, churning endlessly.
"rustle."
This time, everyone clearly heard the rustling sound coming from the small tree, and watched helplessly as several translucent leaves fell off from above.
The fingertips of the ancient sage from the east glowed, and he took the leaves into his hands. Upon seeing this, Ye Nan and the wicked Taoist priest immediately gathered around curiously.
This leaf is different from the gray mist that can be seen everywhere in this world. Instead, it is filled with dots of green. Although it is a little transparent, people can feel that it has a physical existence, and the veins on it The texture and texture are clearly visible, but it lacks the texture it should have, as if it were a bubble.
Even though the Ancient Sage from the East had been alive for nearly ten thousand years, this was the first time he had seen this situation, and it was difficult for him to give any reasonable explanation.
In other words, since entering the underworld and embarking on this mysterious path, all common sense about the world has gradually left them, replaced by historical mysteries one after another buried deep in the long river of time.
"Keep walking. The answer to how to leave here may also lie ahead." The ancient sage from the east sighed softly, threw the leaves in his hands aside, and looked at the road ahead.
Ye Nan noticed that the moment the leaf touched the ground, it broke like a piece of fragile porcelain, and then turned into thousands of mist, blending into the surrounding thick fog.
"That's what I say, but why do I feel that the front is not the Beidou I want to go to?" The wicked Taoist scratched his head and muttered softly.
He then looked around, and then quickly followed Ye Nan and the Ancient Sage from the East.
As the three of them continued to go deeper, more and more things appeared in the thick fog.
Small trees, one after another, grow randomly on both sides of the path. In the distance, various strange flowers and plants are looming in the mist. If you sniff carefully, you can even smell a cold breeze. Fragrant.
However, according to the words of the wicked Taoist priests, the fragrance of these flowers is the smell of heroic spirits. After all, they have witnessed with their own eyes that countless heroic spirits finally turned into such a thick mist.
Next, not only the vegetation, but even the shadows of the rocks appeared. There were no traces of artificial placement, but they were scattered there extremely naturally.
When everyone heard the sound of gurgling water, they were surprised to find that at this moment, the thick fog had dissipated and all the surrounding scenery became clearly visible.
Wherever you look, there is greenery everywhere. Although it is still a little faint, it looks like a scene of deep mountains and dense forests.
Nearby, small trees as tall as a person are dotted on the lush grassland, and gurgling streams flow down from the rocks to the end of the horizon.
In the distance, there are many mountains and towering ancient trees. If everything didn't reveal a strange gray atmosphere, anyone would think that they were in the deep mountains and old forests somewhere in the outside world.
However, the three of them also discovered one thing, that is, no matter how similar the scene in front of them was to the outside world, there were only three of them living in this world.
You can hear needle drops all around, and even the sound of gurgling water cannot eliminate this eerie silence. Although it looks green and full of life, there is a creepy death atmosphere lingering in it, which makes people shiver down the spine.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, this is really weird. I have been to so many tombs, Taoist master, and this is the first time I have seen this kind of scene." The wicked Taoist priest was speechless after witnessing everything in front of him.
The ancient sage from the east also took a deep breath. He had already heard that there were many strange things in the underworld and that strangers should not approach it, but what he saw before him still exceeded his imagination.
Ye Nan looked forward, where the winding path finally came to an end and was cut off under a towering stone monument.
This stone monument towers into the clouds and is difficult to look up at. It is filled with an unimaginable majestic momentum, overwhelming the sky and the earth, and shaking the world.
Different from all the phantoms around it, this stone monument is obviously real. It is extremely rough and has a faint twinkle of starlight, as if a star has been refined with great magic power and anchored in this place.
Above it, three everlasting characters are branded in majestic fonts: World of Heroes!
After the ancient saint from the east saw those three words, his eyes burst into light and he exclaimed, "I know! This place is actually beyond the scope of the underworld and will soon become a world of its own!"
After writing this branch line, we will enter the ending of the main line of this volume!
