The speed of the two was very fast, but perhaps using some spatial means, this sixth layer was far larger than the first layer, and according to the night owl, they were still nearly two-thirds of the way from the Heavenly Treasure Hall on the sixth layer.

There is also at the edge of the entrance of the seventh layer, there are many elders of the White Bone Dao who are taking care of it, compared to the Tianbao Hall on the third floor, there are many precious items stored in the Tianbao Hall on the sixth floor, any one of which may cause a bloody storm in the outside world, this is the heritage of this sect, and it is the foundation of the White Bone Dao that stands on the old soil of the Great Zhao Dynasty, even if it is the "heartless" of the White Bone Dao, it needs to be treated carefully.

"What's that?"

Under the black-scaled armor, Shang Luo's voice came.

The direction he pointed to was a terrifying Jedi, skeletons and bones.

The black hair was felt, and the flesh was rotten.

The human tendons were wrapped around the trees, and the stems were scorched and shiny like silver.

In the center of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, there is a small tree dancing without wind, the charred black trunk has a fine blood-colored vein, and at the end of the branch there are fist-sized transparent fruits, looking into the distance, there is a gray mist in the center of the fruit, tumbling, and turning, and there is a grimace looming in each gray mist.

However, compared to normal ghosts, those grimaces are like half-finished products, two black hollows like eyes, and under the eyes is the mouth, and there are no other facial features.

However, the resentment revealed is exactly the same as that of a ghost.

"A work on the whim of a monster, but unfortunately it failed. ”

The night owl stopped, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his hoarse and cold voice carried a little regret, memory, and ridicule.

He turned around, looked at Shang Luo and said, "Have you heard of the Dead Man Tree?"

"The Dead Man's Tree?"

Shang Luo chewed on the term, his eyes rolled, and he remembered from a certain book: "Is it the legendary dead man's tree in the hell of the Yin Division? It is said that planted under the eighteenth layer of hell and nourished by the resentment of living beings, it can give birth to pure souls, but isn't that a myth and legend?"

The legends of this world have heaven and earth, some aspects are similar to Shang Luo's previous life, but more places are plausible, to this day, Shang Luo has long been no longer entangled in the connection between the two worlds, curiosity kills the cat, before he guarantees that he has enough strength to enter, thinking too much about this kind of thing will only mess his heart.

"Myths and legends?"

The corners of the night owl's mouth twitched, revealing a touch of sarcasm: "Even if it is a myth and legend, one day, a certain monster dug up the imperial tomb of a certain emperor of the Great Zhao Dynasty in the past, took a seed from it, and planted it here, he used hundreds of thousands of people as nourishment, and in the end he just planted such a failure, you are involved in the cultivation of the ghost vein, it should not be difficult to see that the fruits on that tree are just some waste." ”

Each ghost has a special core ability, and in the process of continuous evolution, they will not gain the ability of other ghosts by devouring other ghosts, but will use these abilities as firewood to contribute to the evolution of their core ability.

And if it weren't for these abilities, simply devouring powerful ghosts would actually be harmful to ghosts.

After all, the evil ghost is born of obsession, devouring other evil ghosts, that is, devouring other obsessions, obsessions are mixed with each other, and will pollute their own body, which is different from devouring evil and filthy gas, after all, those evil and filthy qi are in a sense, and the aura is the same, they are all a kind of energy, but the attributes are relatively evil.

Although this evil tree of the dead has produced a lot of ghosts, those ghosts do not have any special abilities in Shang Luo's perception, in other words, they are not as good as chicken ribs.

"Is its owner still there?"

Shang Luo said curiously.

"Dead, what, are you interested in this dead man's tree?"

"It's a little bit, after all, it has some connection with myths and legends, even if it's useless, it's good to keep it and collect it. ”

"If you want, just take it away, this tree has been on this sixth floor for decades, and staying here is an eyesore. ”

"It won't be any trouble, will it?"

Shang Luo frowned, the night owl said it easily, but this was just his family's words after all.

The night owl shook his head: "With Lord Bai in the ninth seat as your guarantor, who will not open your eyes to trouble you, not to mention that with your strength, even if someone really makes trouble for you, you will probably be able to deal with it." ”

After a pause, under the mask, the night owl showed an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "When you fight withered cherry blossoms, you have left the means, don't worry, you can defeat her, you can not be afraid of more than seventy percent of the people in the sixth layer, as for the remaining thirty percent, between the face of Lord Bai, there will be no other thoughts." By the way, I suddenly remembered that your code name was not thought of, and your real name is not allowed in the Raven. ”

"Halberd. Shang Luo dodged the hand stretched out by the night owl without a trace, and said lightly.

"Good name, take this dead man's tree quickly, we still have some way to go. ”

Nodding, Shang Luo's heart moved, and the Yin Domain descended, and wisps of ghost mist seeped out invisibly from the space.

After devouring the Space Divine Stone, his Yin Domain already had some characteristics of real space in a sense, descending on this land, the unreal and the real merged, and in front of him, there was suddenly a meandering river.

Looking at the river, the night owl glanced at Shang Luo deeply, and didn't say anything, if this kind of condensed Yin Domain didn't swallow too much Yin Domain, it must have swallowed some treasures with spatial characteristics.

The ghost mist is the basis of the fog vein and the ghost vein, and the yin domain is the basis of the bone vein and the corpse vein, the more real and vast the yin domain, the more white bone golems can be accommodated, and the more white bone golems there are, the higher the probability of different white bone golems.

It can be said that the ghost mist and the netherworld are the foundation of the cultivation of the White Bone Tomb.

Looking at the misty and deep ghost mist in the distance, the night owl faintly felt a feeling of palpitations, which made him slightly stunned, and he had some understanding of the situation in which Lord Bai took such a fancy to a disciple who had just started.

In the battle of monks, the number of people has a lot of weight, but sometimes, the appearance of a master can turn the tide of battle in an instant.

Soon, with the Dead Man's Tree as the center, all of them were swallowed up by the Netherworld within a radius of one mile.

This kind of annexation will not increase the area of the Netherlands, but only overlap such a region on the original territory of the Netherlands.

In other words, if the Netherworld is a blank sheet of paper, then the area of the Dead Man Tree is like a drawing on this blank paper, rather than making it bigger. This kind of annexation can only be done by touching the real netherworld from the unreal.

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Chapter 170, I am concerned, because I wrote as I wanted, I was imprisoned in a small black room because I violated the core values of socialism, and I am revising and applying for the lifting of the ban, and it may take a few days to release it, here, I apologize to everyone.