Frankly speaking, in the first layer, in terms of the concentration of the mist, ordinary people are still alive.

But to the second layer, with the increase of the concentration of the fog, the erosion of the human body will gradually deepen, long-term living in the second layer, ordinary people's bodies will have uncomfortable feelings, in the red sleeves of the saying is, as if soaked in cold water, the cold soaked into the bones.

When you reach the third layer, this uncomfortable feeling is getting bigger and bigger, and even ordinary people who stay for a long time will involuntarily feel a chill down their spine, cold sweat will trickle out, and their bodies will also be corroded by evil spirits, and there will be unpredictable abnormalities.

On the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh floors, the concentration of the fog is completely unsuitable for ordinary people, and even if it only stays for a short time, it may quickly become ominous.

In the field of vision, bright as day, a sun in the sky, a few lazy white clouds floating in the blue sky, the green grass under the feet, soft and comfortable, stepping on it seems to be stepping on the top soft carpet, all kinds or ordinary, or delicate, or precious flowers dotted on the green grass, a little more poetic and picturesque.

If such a scene was placed anywhere in the outside world, Shang Luo would never be shocked, but in the eighth layer of the White Bone Dao, such a scene appeared was simply extremely strange.

Especially in the eighth layer, a large area is still ghostly and gloomy, only the east where he is now located is as beautiful as a spring scene in the world.

It seems that hell has come to earth.

It's like hell on earth.

"The rudiments of the realm?"

Squinting, Shang Luo muttered softly, and there was a flash of essence in his eyes.

The first-order Qi Refining Realm, the second-order Spirit Sea Realm, the third-order Acupoint Realm, and the fourth-order Realm are the Realm Realm.

Monks either use exercises, or magic, or blood, or physique, or magic weapons, and choose one of them as the foundation to condense their own domain, and in the field, the strong can even change the rules to a certain extent, which is the realm of the realm.

"It is worthy of being a disciple of ten seats. ”

Shang Luo's face was solemn, and he felt that he might have underestimated the weight of the ten disciples.

Before, he thought that among the ten disciples, there might be some cultivators of the Acupoint Realm who had condensed and opened up a few, a dozen or more than a dozen acupoints, and it was impossible to reach the strength of Hei Li and Bai Zhao, but now it seemed that the White Lotus Sheng of the ninth seat could actually evolve such a grand scene in the eighth layer of the White Bone Dao, and even the sun had evolved, and its strength, even if it did not reach the realm realm, it was very likely that it had accumulated to the peak of the acupoint realm.

The ninth seat is still the same, let alone the first, second, and third seats.

Even if someone reached the fourth-order realm realm, Shang Luo would not be surprised.

Soon, in the field of vision ahead, an antique courtyard appeared, and in front of the door were planted two towering trees made of white jade, but under careful perception, those two big trees that looked like works of art were actually living creatures, with the breath of life.

Syllable.

The ochre-red courtyard door opened, and a girl in a white dress with a pure and beautiful face walked out of the courtyard.

"Young Master Lin, my master is invited. ”

A delicate voice came out of the girl's mouth.

"Trouble. ”

Shang Luo smiled and nodded.

Along the way, I only saw layers of pavilions, heavy rocks, hidden from the sky, layer after layer, I don't know how many, it seems that there will never be an end.

This courtyard didn't look big at first, but now it seems that it is likely to use some mustard Nasumeru techniques, after all, he remembers that Bai Liansheng should be proficient in spatial means, after all, when he was in the barbarian capital, he easily tore the void and silently brought Shang Luo into the treasury of the barbarian king's mansion.

The girl in the white dress was silent all the way, except for a few words with Shang Luo at the beginning, she didn't say a word again, Shang Luo had no intention of talking, silently thinking about what to say for a while, and the two sides moved forward in harmonious silence.

After walking for about an hour, the two came to a large courtyard.

"Young Master Lin, the master is waiting for you inside. ”

The girl saluted and then withdrew.

"Thank you. ”

Shang Luo nodded in thanks, first knocked on the door, the door was half empty and half hidden, and with Shang Luo's right hand lightly buckled, there was a knocking sound.

"Come in. ”

Shang Luo, pushing the door in, looked around, and only felt that the surrounding scenery was elegant and tight.

Yuanqiao, Lotus Boat, Songxi, Cuishan, Baishi, Shallow Lake, Pavilion, Cypress.

Many landscapes are linked together, like a good freehand landscape painting.

In the picture, a white lotus with long hair and a shawl and a jade-colored robe is sitting on the edge of a shallow lake, with a little red lotus flower mark on the center of his eyebrows, which makes his already handsome and unparalleled face look more and more bewitching.

In addition to Bai Liansheng, three meters away from him, a man in black was also sitting by the shallow lake, and the two were leisurely fishing for fish.

seemed to have a peaceful and peaceful temperament, but Shang Luo's eyes couldn't help but tremble.

Because he felt an unimaginably large murderous aura lurking in the body of the man in black.

This feeling is like boiling lava hidden under a clear pool, surging so much that it is difficult to suppress.

What is even more terrifying is that on the face of the man in black, the cheeks are constantly iterating as if the face of Sichuan Opera is changing, and among the different faces, there are three or five-year-old children, old people, women with yellow and rough complexions, and weathered men.

One breath at a time.

And at this moment, the man in black suddenly looked up at Shang Luo, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his face was a beautiful girl, and then countless ghosts poured out of his body, like a flood that burst the embankment, pouring in.

The beautiful girl's face slightly opened her lips, and the strange drama immediately sang from the lips.

"Three lives together, three generations know each other, husband, wait for me to plant you under the South Mountain, water and fertilize, and bloom bloody hibiscus flowers......"

Shang Luo subconsciously wanted to hear the content of the play, but after only listening to two or three sentences, he could no longer hear clearly, his mind was buzzing, as if he was concentrated by a heavy hammer, he only felt that this bleak and desolate woman's voice revealed a bone-deep distortion and gloom.

Then after a few breaths, the chaotic sound in Shang Luo's mind disappeared without a trace, and the treacherous drama disappeared suddenly, but the soundtrack of suona, gongs, drums, sheng, and flute sounded again, and the tune sounded very festive, like the joy of the ancients when they welcomed their relatives, but if you continue to listen to it, it is like the mourning music of the funeral.

At this moment, the countless ghost shadows had rushed from the body of the black-clothed man to Shang Luo, and the hideous ghost shadows were eager to devour people, and countless arms stretched out, as if to drag him into the eternal abyss to suffer.

Rumble!.

The raging flames suddenly rose from Shang Luo's body to the sky.

In the flames, a pair of tyrannical eyes stared at the countless ghosts, followed by a terrifying ghost with eight arms on all sides and arms showing his body, his momentum was cathartic, and he let out a terrifying scream, and behind him, there were also dense ghosts manifesting out, and nearly two hundred ghosts made this quiet and elegant small courtyard become ghostly and gloomy.