Han Feng was surprised, and quickly avoided them, and then continued to walk forward. After bypassing countless giant trees, under the guidance of the residual symbol, he turned left and right, and a small hill suddenly appeared in front of him.
Han Feng's eyes widened. He saw that this small hill was only about ten feet in size. It was completely black and shiny, like a huge black steamed bun. It looked ordinary, but the aura it gave off was extremely terrifying. From a distance of more than a hundred feet, one can feel the heavy pressure.
However, at this moment, dozens of golden little macaques gathered around the hill. They were kneeling on the light gray ground, motionless. Wisps of white air escaped from their bodies and merged into the hill. Inside, it looked very strange.
With every wisp of white air escaping from the bodies of the little golden macaques, their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were under great pressure.
In less than a quarter of an hour, three of the little macaques got up, walked out of the coercive range of the hill as if they were overwhelmed, and staggered into the forest, just like drunken drunkards, but they looked Extremely haggard and weak, as if a lot of vitality had been drained away.
These were not things that shocked Han Feng, but a snow-white flower growing quietly on the top of the hill. It looked like a wild chrysanthemum. The petals had not yet fully unfolded. It was ordinary, but he The remaining talisman deep in the soul sea vibrated violently, sending out waves of hunger and thirst, but in the end it did not urge Han Feng to pick it. I wonder if it also knew that the flower had not been picked yet.
"Dead Flower?!"
Han Feng guessed that although he had never seen the Necromancer Flower, he still felt this way for some unknown reason. Perhaps it was the subtle reminder given to him by the residual talisman.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the impulse, took a few steps back, and stood observing from a distance.
After a while, he discovered that every time the wisps of white air emanating from the little golden macaques floated into the hillock, the flower of death flickered slightly and its petals opened a little. Obviously, these Vitality plays a huge role in its complete bloom!
Han Feng was puzzled. He really didn't understand why these little golden macaques used their own vitality to promote the blooming of the dead flower. He was puzzled. Could it be that these little golden macaques were born for the flower of the dead?
He felt more and more that this kingdom of the undead had too many man-made designs. Whether it was the various obstacles along the way or the weirdness of this place, it was all unbelievable and there were too many things worth pondering.
"Could this place really be a training ground set up by some powerful people in the early years?!" Han Feng was deeply suspicious.
He quickly shook his head again and laughed secretly. Even if this place was a place arranged by the powerful, it had nothing to do with him. What mattered now was how he would find a way to rush over and kill the dead flower in one fell swoop after it fully bloomed. Pick it off.
Moreover, after he picked it, he had to think about his way out, otherwise it was doubtful whether he could get out alive. Not to mention these little golden macaques, even those monks lurking in the dark are a big trouble. Who knows how many monks are hidden!
Han Feng did not act rashly, thinking silently and waiting.
Time passed very slowly, so he simply closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, slowly adjusting himself to the best state.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe five or six hours.
Those golden little macaques changed one after another, continuously exuding vitality for the Necromancer Flower to absorb, as if they were the moving nutrient bank of the Necromancer Flower.
It's just that the Necromancer Flower grows extremely slowly. After such a long time, it has absorbed so much vitality that it has expanded slightly. It will take only three to five days before it fully blooms, and the horror cannot be realized.
Han Feng secretly felt lucky. If he had stayed in the mountain maze for a few more days, he might have missed this dead flower.
Thinking about it this way, he naturally became very patient. What was rare was that Remnant Talisman stopped fussing now and quietly released a white light deep in his soul sea, protecting him from being perceived by outside creatures. to his presence.
At this moment, there was a sudden strange noise in the forest, and a group of golden macaques swarmed in. One of the macaques enlarged its body and was carrying a person in its hand. It was the person who had been beaten violently by the golden macaques in the depths of the forest. That person!
At this moment, he was unconscious, his face was as pale as paper, without any trace of human color, and he didn't know what kind of torture he had suffered in the earlier period.
Han Feng looked a little unbearable, but he also knew that even if he tried to save them, it would not help. Instead, he would become the next target of torture for these little golden macaques.
"What a cruel tribe!" Han Feng cursed secretly.
But then he thought about it, the secret way human race is not like this, and it is even more cruel and ruthless towards other species.
There is no right or wrong in this!
After a while, the group of small golden macaques led the man into the coercive range of the hill. The leader, the enlarged golden macaque, trembled and threw him closer to the hill. Then, like the other macaques, it knelt on the ground and allowed the dead spirit flower on the top of the hill to absorb its vitality.
After the man fell to the ground, his whole body began to tremble unconsciously, and wisps of smoke-like white air dispersed from his body, flowing into the hillside, and then being absorbed by the dead flower on the top.
"ah……"
He suddenly screamed, as if he had woken up from a nightmare, but he was completely powerless. He twisted his body like a snake on the ground, but could not move even half a step. On the contrary, his vitality was lost even more, and his whole body seemed to be on fire. The smoke was billowing, and in a few breaths, he completely lost weight. After a while, his whole body was reduced to skin and bones, and all the pure vitality was drained from his body. He died with his eyes open!
What's even more frightening is that white smoke began to emit from his bones, as if they were knocking on the bones and sucking out the marrow, draining away the last bit of life from him, leaving nothing behind!
In the end, all that was left was a blackened skeleton, and even his clothes were reduced to ashes.
Han Feng was inexplicably shocked. He didn't expect that someone who was just a little closer to the hill would have such great power. Although the man was already extremely weak, he was still at the peak of the Earth-level Guiyuan early stage, and his skin and flesh were as fine as steel. , but unexpectedly, in less than half a cup of tea, he became a withered skeleton!
He muttered secretly, wondering if he could get through. Even if he was protected by the residual talisman, he could feel the heavy pressure from a slightly closer distance. Obviously, the pressure of this hill could also affect the magical power of the residual talisman. .
He thought silently for a while and decided to wait and see what happens instead of rushing for success.
