The ancient and old palace door slowly opened under Mo Xuan's nudge, and the dull friction sound carried a thick dusty meaning. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Whirring ......"

Thick fog poured out of the hall, rushing to the face, extremely black, indescribably cold.

Mo Xuan's sleeve robe waved lightly, protecting himself with his mystical power, and after dispelling the rich black mist in front of him, his eyes looked at the ancient hall vigilantly.

Among them, the black fog is filled, the light is dim, and there is a dead silence that makes people creepy.

"No matter what bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods you have, I have to break through, and I won't be deterred. After gritting his teeth fiercely, Mo Xuan gave himself some momentum, and then stepped into the ancient hall.

"Bang ......"

The moment he stepped into it, the door of the temple that he had pushed open slammed shut with a loud bang that startled him.

The door of the hall closed, Mo Xuan was instantly isolated from the world, all the movements and sounds of the outside world disappeared, and only the scene in the bronze hall was left in front of him.

The black mist filled the surroundings, and Mo Xuan looked into the depths of the bronze hall, but he couldn't see the end at a glance.

Inside this bronze hall, it seems to contain the power of the military path space, far more than it seems from the outside.

This made Mo Xuan's heart sink, and he realized that if he wanted to cross this hall, he was afraid that it would take far longer than he imagined.

"No matter how big it is, there will be an end to it, as long as it's not really boundless, I'll be able to pass through it. Staring vigilantly at the boundless black mist, Mo Xuan gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

He felt that there was an atmosphere that made people palpitate and permeate every corner of the ancient hall, making him dare not act rashly.

"Whirring ......"

In front of him, the black mist was rolling, Mo Xuan cautiously took two steps forward, and there were huge chains in front of him, one end was bolted to this place, and the other end passed through the heavy black mist, stretching to the end.

These chains are actually suspended in the air, and below them is a cliff-like void and empty place, and the billowing black fog is rushing up from the bottom.

It seems that if you want to pass through this ancient bronze hall, you can only step on the chains to move forward, and once you fall from it, you will be like falling into a canyon, and you don't know where to fall.

"Bang Bang ......"

Mo Xuan squatted down and slammed several huge chains with his hands, making a crisp sound that echoed in the ancient hall.

"It's still hard, it shouldn't break!" Mo Xuan muttered after some inspection.

He felt the strength of this chain, which could be described as strong as iron, and if he walked up alone, there would be no danger of breaking.

After making such a judgment, Mo Xuan took a deep breath, raised his steps nervously, and slowly stepped on an iron lock.

"Boom la la ......"

The iron lock swayed and swayed, and the amplitude was not large, so Mo Xuan was still standing relatively steady.

Except for a few layers of black mist, there was no other change in the chains, so gradually Mo Xuan also relaxed.

Then, with a vigilant look in his eyes, he began to move forward, walking on chains, shuttling through the black mist.

Mo Xuan couldn't see any difference between each chain, so he didn't deliberately choose, the chain he was walking on now was just a random one.

"Woo ......"

The chains are huge, like a long iron bridge, suspended in the air, and you can feel the obvious shaking feeling when you walk on it, and you can hear the whining wind formed by the air flow below.

The black mist around them was extremely eerie, but the strange thing was that the billowing mist did not touch the chains, which saved Mo Xuan the trouble of using Xuan Xuan to isolate them.

In this way, Mo Xuan stepped on the road across the ancient hall, standing on top of this chain, he would also look down from time to time.

There was nothing under the chains, like a huge pit, like a cliff, and no one knew what the mystery was.

Mo Xuan tried to use his Xuan power to see through it, and even thought about exploring it with his soul thoughts, but he found nothing.

Because there was a mist all below, everything was cut off, and with Mo Xuan's cultivation, he couldn't get a glimpse of what was below.

Like Mo Xuan, the little fat dog on his shoulder was also paying attention to the space under the chains.

"Woo ......"

After a while, the little fat dog barked twice fearfully and cautiously, as if to remind Mo Xuan that it was dangerous below.

At the same time, the little one's fur stood on end, curled up in a ball, and withdrew his gaze, trembling for a long time, obviously frightened and afraid.

Seeing this, Mo Xuan became more and more curious about the abyss under the chains, but the little fat dog didn't understand human language after all, at most he signaled, and it was a little impossible to get it to describe it in detail.

So Mo Xuan didn't ask too much, just glanced down from time to time.

After doing this for a while, Mo Xuan suddenly appeared in front of him with faint signs of rolling black fog, and there were changes around him.

His mind sank, and he was ready to deal with the change.

Soon, Mo Xuan saw what changes were in the black mist, and it turned out that there were ancient trees emerging.

These ancient trees are vigorous and thick, extremely demonic, and exude a rich bloody aura.

Their branches and leaves are very widely scattered, and they don't know how tall they are, and their roots are rooted in the black fog, and their source is not visible.

On these ancient trees, there are many ancient corpses, all of which are pierced by branches and leaves, and are tightly attached to the tree body, making people's scalps numb.

The number of corpses on each ancient tree varies, but most of them are miserable, pierced by branches and bloody.

In the face of such ancient trees, Mo Xuan's breath was almost held, and it could be said that he didn't dare to breathe.

This is the result of Mo Xuan's deliberate actions, because he can't figure out the details of these ancient trees, so he naturally has to be careful, otherwise he will attract an attack from ancient trees, wouldn't he want to cry without tears?

"Hurry through and leave the range of this ancient wood group......" Mo Xuan, who was holding his breath, quickened his pace and muttered inwardly.

On his shoulder, the little fat dog also covered his mouth, pinched his nose, and widened his eyes, nervous, not daring to make any sound.

One person and one dog were nervous and uneasy, eager to leave this place directly, and the progress became fast.

However, Mo Xuan's heart soon sank, because he was now rooted in the black sea of mist, and there were countless of them, and they seemed to be floating with the sea of mist, and there was no fixed range at all.

In other words, it was impossible for him to completely break away from the place covered by these ancient trees.

This made Mo Xuan's brows furrow tightly, and he faintly felt that something was wrong.

Fortunately, for now, everything is relatively peaceful, and nothing has changed.

But I don't know how long this kind of tranquility will last, as it deepens, the bad feeling in Mo Xuan's heart becomes more and more intense, making him uneasy.

He couldn't help but reply, but he was already far away from the temple gate, and he was completely immersed in the black mist.

Except for the strange black mist, the only thing that accompanied him was the ancient trees.

These ancient trees were even more terrifying than the demon wood forest that Mo Xuan had broken into in the outside world, and they had a terrifying aura.

They are rooted in the sea of fog, and they are extremely green, and each one is so lush and vigorous that it is impossible to say.

The corpses on the body of the tree were either hung by branches or nailed to them by branches and leaves, and one by one they were shriveled and some full, and they were all too dead to die.

They drifted in the sea of fog with the ancient trees, dead and blind, their appearance was hideous and terrifying, so that every time they passed, Mo Xuan had a feeling of being watched by these corpses, which was extremely weird.

In such an environment, Mo Xuan was scared, for fear that something bad would come out.

Whether it was Gu Mu or those weird corpses, Mo Xuan could accept it, the only thing he hoped for was that these things would not change again, and he would be satisfied if he could maintain his current state.

After all, although the surroundings are very weird and demonic, there is no specific threat, if it can be maintained, it is estimated that Mo Xuan will be able to wake up with a smile in his dreams in the future.

The little fat dog's thoughts and thoughts are exactly the same as Mo Xuan's, it squatted on Mo Xuan's shoulders, folded its hands, and prayed for a while, like a small magic stick, even if the atmosphere around it was weird, it was still difficult to hide its cute color.

The two guys, one big and one young, have extremely good ideas in their hearts, but the reality often backfires.

After continuing to advance for a certain distance, Mo Xuan's pace suddenly stopped, his body stiffened, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

And the little fat dog's drooping ears were erected, and the squatting body instantly lay down, hugging Mo Xuan tightly.

I saw that in front of the two of them, about ten zhang away, a cluster of flames suddenly appeared, white and silent, the light was cold and gloomy, and it was full of the breath of death.

Ghost Fire!

This burst of flames is a ghost fire, synonymous with ominous and weird.

In the cultivation world, there is a rumor that almost everyone knows, that is, wherever there is a ghost fire, there is a great danger, extremely terrifying, and ordinary monks who step into it will definitely die nine times for a lifetime, and may even end up with ten deaths.

The ghost fire mentioned here is not an ordinary ghost fire that mortals occasionally encounter, but a flame transformed by the power of death, representing weirdness and ominousness.

For a long time, Mo Xuan had only heard of the existence of such an ominous thing as Ghost Fire, but he had never seen it with his own eyes, who knew that he would encounter it now.

The bronze ancient hall was already terrifying, which made Mo Xuan jealous, and now he saw such an ominous ghost fire here, Mo Xuan's mood at the moment can be imagined how bad it is.

A chill soaked through his body, making his body instantly cold to the extreme.

Mo Xuan was so nervous that he could almost hear the rapid beating of his heart, he didn't dare to move, he stayed where he was with the little fat dog, and stared at the cluster of ghost fires in a daze.

"Whirring ......"

All around, the black mist was rolling continuously, and the branches and leaves of the ancient trees swayed, making a rustling sound.

The ghost fire just floated silently in front of it, silent, full of ominous colors.

It didn't stop at the chain, Mo Xuan could rush over it and pass by it, regardless of it.

But Mo Xuan didn't dare to do this, he was afraid that he would make a rash move, which would cause a change in the ghost fire, and eventually lead to even more terrible consequences.

Out of this concern, Mo Xuan could only stop where he was, looking at the cluster of ghost fire, as if he was confronting it.

After a long time, Mo Xuan's mood gradually calmed down.

After all, it's just a cluster of ghost fire, although it's scary, it's not too scary, with Mo Xuan's mentality and spirit, he can naturally get used to it gradually.

However, before Mo Xuan could completely calm down, the black sea of fog in all directions was turbulent again, causing Mo Xuan's complexion to change dramatically in an instant.