Zhou Feng looked at the map in his hand and thought for a long time.
One of the reasons why the journey to obtain artifacts is extremely difficult and dangerous is because most of the places where artifacts are located are far away from the realm of the Immortal Sect.
Instead, it is almost close to the place where the eight major demon sects are established.
In his previous life, when Zhou Feng didn't know his true identity, under the guidance of his master Zhang Xu, he also believed that it was the mission of an immortal to eliminate demons and protect the Tao.
But on the way to obtain the artifact again and again, he encountered many unknown stories.
It was these experiences that made him understand that it turns out that demons are not what the master said, and they all deserve to die.
And immortals may not necessarily be spotless and clean.
Those places that are rated as dirty and dark by the world may only have a glimmer of light, but this light is more dazzling than the one in the Immortal Sect! Even brighter and warmer!
He gradually became suspicious of the concept that his master Zhang Xu told him that demons must be killed. He wanted to explain his insights to his master after he completed the cultivation of the golden elixir, so that he could change his mind.
But before he could, Zhou Feng was already dead. It turned out that the Immortal Sect was so afraid of his identity.
Now he also understands that his ideas are destined not to be accepted by the Immortal Sect.
His first stop for seeking the artifact was the place where one of the eight major demon sects, the Hundred Ghost Camp, was stationed.
Hundred Ghost Camp, as its name suggests, is a place where ghosts and spirits live. The place is dark and gloomy, covered with moss all year round, and no one will easily stop there.
Even ordinary magicians rarely come here. Among the eight major demon sects, this is the most different place from the other seven sects.
Because the people living here are not ordinary demons at all, but the resentful spirits left behind after the death of the immortal demon body. Because of its special nature of immortality, it gives the other seven demon sects a headache.
Although Baigui Camp belongs to one of the eight major demon sects, it does not have the consciousness of being one of the demon sects, whether it is an immortal, a demon official, or all kinds of beasts that accidentally break into this place.
As long as they sense it, they will be bitten to death. They will not stop gnawing at the invasion of foreign objects until the visitor's body is completely dead.
Zhou Feng had arrived near the mountains surrounding Baigui Camp. The surroundings were deserted and there was not a single soul.
At this moment, Zhou Yan, who was far away in the Immortal Sect, had a scary smile on his lips. On his shoulder, a very dark-looking ghost evil silkworm quietly climbed up from his back.
Zhou Yan used the immortal method to tear the ghost evil silkworm's body into two halves with a blow from the Xinghai Stick.
A stream of black liquid flowed out of the body of the silkworm chrysalis, and Zhou Yan's immortal energy was no longer pure, as if it had been contaminated.
In the body that was torn into two halves by the Xinghai Stick, an image appeared, and what appeared inside was the ruins of Baigui Camp.
There was an undead mummy sitting with its head tilted. The mummy suddenly opened its eyes and mechanically walked down its throne, staring straight at Zhou Yan with two pairs of dry eyes.
Zhou Yan drew a drop of blood on his fingertips, and this drop of blood dripped into the torn body of the silkworm chrysalis.
Soon, the silkworm chrysalis healed again, and the eyes of the undead leader on the other side of the image flashed, as if he had received some kind of reaction.
The contract between Zhou Yan and the undead leader was completed. The undead leader of the Hundred Ghost Camp had no unique thinking ability at all. After all, he was transformed from a dead creature.
The reason why Zhou Yan was able to successfully complete the contract with the undead leader was because he gave the undead mummy six living white flesh fairy bodies, fed him, gave him strength, and then recognized him as his master.
Then he activated the ghost insect Nether Silkworm Chrysalis that often appeared near the Baiguiying Mountains to take a bite on the mummy, leaving behind its original genes.
Finally, by using his blood to activate the mummy, the mummy can form a contract with him.
The contract he made was naturally to make Zhou Feng's life worse than death. After all, these mummies in Baigui Camp were immortal and liked to bite people the most.
He really wanted to see the miserable situation of Zhou Feng, the master of swordsmanship in the Immortal Sect.
How could he allow Zhou Feng to obtain this first artifact so easily? How could he go along with his wishes without letting Zhou Feng suffer a little?
The mountains near Baigui Camp were too quiet, and Zhou Feng felt that it was too much.
Can't even see a bug? I remember coming here in my previous life. Although it was equally deserted, quiet and eerie, some beasts still appeared.
But when he came this time, his intuition told him that something big would happen soon.
Zhou Yan was sitting comfortably on his fairy bed at this moment. The Xinghai stick tapped the silkworm chrysalis on his shoulder. He stared at the exquisite glass wine cup in front of him and shook it.
Looking at the drinks flowing inside, Zhou Yan smiled darkly and said, "Elder brother, I wish you good luck."
Zhou Feng's sword, Duan Chen, also began to vibrate slightly, which was dangerous!
Duan Chen is an extremely pure fairy weapon. It has the reputation of "seeming to be broken but not broken, escaping into and out of the dust". It will react when encountering strange feelings.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes are quietly staring at Zhou Feng. These undead mummies are hidden in various peaks and mountains. All the undead mummies have only one goal, which is to swallow Zhou Feng into their bags.
In an instant, the hundreds of eyes of the mummy that were originally lifeless lit up one by one. The hundreds of eyes were blood red and scary. The weird feeling made Zhou Feng feel very dazzling and even more frightening.
It's not that he doesn't know the characteristics of these undead, they are immortal. Even if he knocks them down one by one, they will still get up again and block his way.
If these undead mummies knew what pain was, then Zhou Feng would not be so troubled.
After all, in his previous life, he had been in a stalemate with these undead souls for a long time before he found the final hiding place of the first artifact, the Wentian Sword.
However, there were not so many undead souls in the previous life. Why are there hundreds of undead souls in this life?
Zhou Feng activated Duan Chen Sword Qi to slightly push back the approach of these undead mummies, but these undead souls only stopped for a while and then continued to move toward him.
They felt no pain at all, and even if they stopped, it was only because they felt that they seemed to be hindered by something.
Zhou Feng frowned. With so many undead mummies walking towards him in such an orderly manner at night, someone must be controlling them from behind.
Otherwise, these undead mummies will just walk aimlessly, looking for their own food.
Could it be the leader of these undead mummies? After all, in his previous life, he had witnessed the undead leader controlling low-level mummies.
However, he is very convinced that with the current ability of the undead mummy leader, it is impossible to control hundreds of mummies for his use. Is it possible that there are more advanced undead behind this mummy leader controlling the overall situation?
The first divine weapon, the Wentian Sword, is hidden in the deepest part of the Hundred Ghost Camp. Only by overcoming the obstruction of these Hundred Ghosts can he continue to move forward.
Zhou Feng stood with his feet on the ground, his face solemn, and he gathered the immortal energy in his hands. He pulled out Duan Chen and prepared to deal with these undead mummies. .
