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Jinhuang's question made Feng Yang stunned, and when he was stunned, he was ashamed again. Since he fell here, all he ******** think about was her, worried about whether she was hurt, where he had time to think about anything else.

He shook his head awkwardly, "Do you know Jinjin Daoyou?"

"This place is full of thunder and lightning, dark clouds cover the top, resentful spirits are drifting, and the demon wind is shouting. I have read "The Continent of Bazhou - Exotic Chronicles", and I once accidentally saw a region recorded on it, which is exactly the same as the scene in front of me. ”

"What region?" Feng Yang asked, a little nervous and uneasy in his tone.

"Exotic Chronicles" is a record of the strange regions on the continent of Bazhou, such as the very dangerous western realm, the mysterious and unpredictable valley of the living dead in southern Khotan, and the legend and psychedelic Biyunwu.

There is a place called the "Well of Hell" in the "Exotic Chronicles", which is said to be the place where gods and demons fought in ancient times.

The Well of Hell is located in the territory of the Northwest Hidden Ancient Domain, and from the outside it looks like a huge barrel-shaped deep well, with a radius of more than hundreds of miles, surrounded by cliffs that are as high as knife cuts, and the inside of the well is unfathomable.

According to legend, in ancient times, gods and demons fought here, and both sides suffered countless casualties. The bones of the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals were buried deep in the patio, turning into more than 9,000 mountain peaks, layered on top of each other, forming a fifth-level divine pond, and sealing the resentful souls and evil spirits of the demon clan in the well of hell forever.

It is rumored that although the demon resentful spirit was sealed at the bottom of the well, it was still ambitious, trying to break through the seal of the divine pond, escape, and continue to bring disaster to the world. Therefore, the well of hell is sometimes gloomy and miserable, thunder and lightning, sometimes ghosts crying wolves, and men and horses neighing. It seems that even though the gods and demons have turned into ghosts, they still remember their mission and continue to fight.

The Well of Hell is mysterious, clouded and isolated all year round. According to legend, in order to prevent people from accidentally breaking into this place and discovering the buried secrets here, the entire Hell Well has been set up with a strange space circle. Unless it's really a coincidence, outsiders can't discover the well of hell at all, let alone break in.

It seems that their luck is really not good.

Jin Huang secretly said in his heart and replied, "The well of hell." ”

"The Hell Well, the Hell Well that was praised by the cultivator power as "I'd rather go to the Ghost Gate than the Domain Well?" Feng Yang looked incredulous, his stiff face reflected the purple electric light, and his eyes gradually revealed a look of despair and despair.

"How so, how could it be?" he murmured, distracted.

Jinhuang ignored him and drove the magic weapon to continue to float. Without the terrifying weaving of purple lightning, the evil resentful soul that had been hidden in the darkness floated out again.

Perhaps it was the thunder barrier that protected the wind, and these pale ghasts all surrounded her, floating like clouds and shouting, making weeping whimpering and evil laughter, not daring to approach Jinhuang but also very arrogant.

Around here, as far as Jin Huang could perceive, there was a violent and bloody coldness and cold, as if it could arouse and amplify the deepest fear in people's hearts. The fear of the cycle of life and death, the fear of despair despite all your might...... It seems to be able to penetrate deep into the bone marrow, and even the soul is immersed in terrible gloom and distortion, unable to be released or liberated.

This familiar feeling...... Could it be that this is really the burial place of gods and demons, or is there other fragments of the Netherworld's Ghost Tripod hidden here? After all, this strange and strange gloomy cold is not as common as some things.

As soon as he thought of this, Jinhuang became irrepressibly excited. If that's the case, it's a good situation. However, if it is other ghost tripod fragments, Ah Ding should have sensed it. It's so puzzling now.

Just thinking like this, Feng Yang suddenly came from behind him with a fluke guess, "Jin Daoyou, could it not be the well of hell......? Something in common with the Well of Hell?"

The young peak master of the White Eclipse Peak is nothing more than that. Jin Huang said secretly, and replied coldly: "I hope so, too!" She no longer expects that he will help her if she encounters danger later, but begging him not to hinder her. If not, she wouldn't mind having to kill him here without knowing it!

Feng Yang stopped talking, and the fear of the unknown of the Hell Well lingered in his heart, and while his eyes scanned around vigilantly and vigilantly, he secretly wondered why he was so stupid to see Jinhuang being swept into the teleportation array and he didn't want to catch her. As a result, I was also swept up in such a ghost place!

Jinhuang didn't have time to take care of him. In such a situation, the best countermeasure is to fight the enemy, and work together to help each other when defending against the enemy, if you can't do it, you can only ask for more blessings.

She called Ah Ding a few more times in the sea of knowledge, but there was still no response, it seems that the power of the soul has really been suppressed. The treasure here, then, is stronger than the power. In other words, the unknowns they will face are more dangerous.

Once a person enters the well of hell, the strange magic circle in it will trap people inside, and the surrounding mountains are so high that it is impossible to fly out of the well with a magic weapon and then climb over it. The only way to do this is to go down to the bottom of the well to find a way out.

The magic weapon slowly descended one after another, and after half a cup of tea, a faint blue and purple light suddenly came from the bottom, intertwined with the boundless darkness, swaying and flickering.

Jinhuang's heart was shocked, his will became more and more concentrated, and his eyes were sharp and deep.

As the distance continues to shorten, the bottom is gradually revealed. As far as the eye can see, it is a scene of a dark fire burning, a vast scene.

When the demon wind arrives here, it seems that it has also been taken away, there is no crazy cry, and there is no resentment cruising. The dark blue and purple ghost fire jumped and swayed, there was no sound and no movement, sometimes outlining a dazzling purple lotus, sometimes a hideous ghost face, silent but also presumptuous. It is vast and misty, like thousands of troops galloping together.

Jin Huang frowned, and a trace of strangeness crossed his pupils as deep as a cold pool. She seems to have seen this scene somewhere. Where?

Suddenly, a white light flashed through my mind. She remembered that when she was promoted to the Seven Star Peak of the Canglang Sect, wasn't the scene she saw in her dream the endless madness burning with crimson cold karmic fire?

The difference between the two is that there are hideous and terrifying ghosts fleeing in despair in their dreams, and there is a heart-rending cry and cry, but here it is silent.

Suddenly, Jinhuang saw something hidden in the wanton burning ghost fire, reflecting the blue-purple beating flames, emitting a miserable white and dim light. She couldn't help but look at it, and it turned out to be a pale white bone sticking out of the ground.

Some were armed, five phalanges were bent as if they were struggling violently to grasp something, and some were complete skeletons with their upper and lower jaws stretched to the extreme, as if they were screaming with all their might......

At this moment, when he flew closer, Jinhuang realized that these oblique white bones were also like ghost fire, dense, stretching for thousands of miles, and endless. The same movement of these white bones is directed towards the sky, whether it is a phalanx or a skeleton.

The blue-purple flames swayed around these white bones, and the light reflected these white bones, refracting a pale and cold light. (To be continued.) )

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