Jiang Fanxiao wants to kill people now, but compared to killing people, the most important thing now is to save people. The whereabouts of Rochin and others remain unknown, but Mr. Chen's whereabouts are remarkably accurate. He is approaching the Forest of Death. Anyway, he wanted to go in and take it out.

"Huh!"

He flashed like a bolt of lightning and soon appeared in front of a dark ancient forest.

DeathForest, one of the few Jedi in the purple microdistrict, is almost identical to the mass graves and ghost mounds. This place is not a battlefield. No one knows why it formed, and no one can see through it.

"Brother Chen. ”

Jiang Fanxiao stood on an ancient tree.

Since the Forest of Death is titled with the word death, it is enough to show its horror.

For hundreds of thousands of years, crape myrtle has been the most dangerous place. There are even rumors that this ancient forest has an equally long history with the burial ground of ghosts and gods. In other words, in ancient times, this forest of death already existed.

For the sake of death, everything will perish.

This is the morality of this Jedi.

When he was in the sea, Shula's son stared at Ye Yuqiu, which caused Ye Xueyuan's anger. At that time, Yuan Ye Xue had condemned throwing Shurazi into the Wei Forbidden Land, referring to this dead forest.

"The ancient Wang Cheng of the Sanqing Dynasty also has a ...... of death and no life"

Jiang Fanxiao said softly.

The only expression on his face was cold. He walked in without hesitation. Others worship the place like God, but he doesn't care at all. All he knew was that his old friend was inside.

"Buzz!"

The black fog in the Forest of Death seems to be spiritual. Jiang Fanxiao had just come in, and they immediately noticed it. The incomparable black mist surged up, opened its mouth like a ferocious beast, and bit Jiang Fanxiao fiercely.

"Humph!"

Jiang Fanxiao clenched his fists, his eyes were cold and terrifying.

The neon immortal armor bloomed with immortal light independently, enveloping his entire life in it. This is a top-level artifact, passed down from generation to generation by the strongest clan of the Immortal Star. Its defense power is unmatched in the world. It claims that there is nothing to break under the holy army.

There was an artifact that could protect the body, and he had no worries.

"Buzz!"

Between his eyebrows, a mysterious sea of gold and silver appeared, and powerful thoughts swept through every corner.

He controls an artifact stone mirror, which is an artifact handed down from ancient times by the Immortal Star Guling, which can reflect anything. However, sadly, this magical effect can only be achieved if it is matched with the internal information of ancient spiritualism. He doesn't have that magical pattern.

Now, the stone mirror in his hand is just a big tool for attacking and killing.

In the forest of death, there is a dark mist. I don't know what it is. It's full of icy air. Jiang Fanxiao walked out, his thoughts scattered, and he couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation in life.

"Brother Chen!"

He couldn't help but shout, looking for Chen Yifeng's whereabouts.

Footsteps on the ground, the rotting leaves below creaked, and I didn't know how thick they were. Jiang Fanxiao stepped forward, his eyes flashed with divine light, and the golden divine light illuminated the surroundings, like two lights.

Suddenly, a chill hit, very strange.

Jiang Fanxiao was a little surprised, and eagerly wanted him to take a step directly to the left.

Nothing happened, the space still seemed quiet, and the surrounding black fog had not changed. However, even so, his eyebrows furrowed, and a glimmer of essence and cold light flashed in his eyes.

A small part of the neon god armor that covered him turned black...

"Forest of Death!"

He whispered coldly, his eyes suddenly turning red and silver.

Neon Immortal is a top-tier artifact with amazing defensive capabilities. It claims that there is nothing to break under the holy army. However, just now, after an imperceptible cold air drifted by, a small black armor appeared.

Obviously, there is evil here!

"Buzz!"

In his eyes, a red light appeared, and two silver sun levels appeared.

When God's eyes opened, the black fog around him became extremely pale, and nothing could block his vision. He clearly saw everything around him.

"Is it a human or a ghost?"

His cold manner.

At this time, he was unknowingly trapped.

There were more than a dozen figures standing around, all expressionless, not much different from the Yin soldiers. However, Jiang Fanxiao obviously didn't treat them as ordinary Yin soldiers. They have no fluctuations of life and no smell of death.

It's like he's a puppet.

"Boom!"

Strong energy rushed up from him, and a simple stone mirror floated out.

It is an ancient artifact that has been handed down from ancient times. It's an offensive artifact. At this moment, under Fan Xiao's divine power, a terrifying light of war broke out first, dispelling all the black fog around him.

"Huh?"

However, at this moment, Jiang Fanxiao was surprised again.

The figures around him began to slowly disappear. The clothes on them are a bit old, a little scary, and they don't know what era they made it in. At this time, when the black fog is gone, they are also gone, as if they were air, as if they did not exist from beginning to end.

"Buzz!"

Jiang Fanxiao's eyes shone with immortal brilliance and stuck in a certain direction.

In that place, a faint shadow appeared in the air. Jiang Fanxiao stretched out his big hand and covered it on the spot. Sadly, however, he eventually found out that it was empty. When his big hand approached, the strange figure disappeared completely, like a dark light, and he couldn't catch it at all.

It's weird.

This was his first impression of the Forest of Death.

In the face of them, strong as he also has a feeling of palpitations.

It's not that he's afraid of himself, it's that the numbers are too weird, like people, like ghosts, not ghosts. He didn't feel the slightest energy fluctuation in those numbers, but his body developed some kind of induction, and the underlying intuition told him that those unknown numbers were very dangerous.

"It doesn't matter who you are!"

His eyes were cold.

The sea of gods between his eyebrows boiled, exuding powerful thoughts, sweeping through every corner of this space, looking for Chen Yifeng's location. The Forest of Death is a bit big. The road was wet and winding. It is very difficult to walk.

"Brother Chen!"

He shouted, and the sound waves were everywhere.

Neon fairy armor protects the body, and a sacred mirror hangs overhead. The light shines on all ten sides.

Soon after, he felt the cold smell again, like someone blowing on his neck, giving him a creepy feeling. In this regard, his gaze was extremely indifferent, and his backhand was a slap in the face.

"Buzz!"

The space oscillated, and the slightest crack emerged.

Not long ago, those figures reappeared, still expressionless, staring at Jiang Fanxiao blankly. There was no little energy fluctuation on their bodies, they were like ordinary wood, and they quickly disappeared in front of Jiang Fanxiao's eyes.

They were carefully examining the two artifacts outside Jiang Fanxiao's body, otherwise they would definitely do it.

"Is this the true face of the Forest of Death? What the hell ......are these strange figures?"

Jiang Fanxiao said softly.

He continued to walk forward, and in the process, he saw a corpse that had dried up. Judging from the remaining fluctuations, the other party should be the ancient king of the Sanqing Kingdom.

"Dead for thousands of years......"

Jiang Fanxiao frowned.

He didn't care, got up and kept walking. Gradually, an invisible pressure pressed on him. The further he went, the more pressure he felt, as if there was an incomparably fierce beast devouring heaven and earth in the deepest depths.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the neon fairy body outside flashed again, and the light curtain was suddenly shocked.

Jiang Fanxiao was surprised in his heart, flashed, and at the same time directly stretched out his right hand and walked towards the open area. His right hand was empty, but his fingers were entangled in black hair, which quickly broke off and turned into black ashes.

"It's them!"

He frowned.

Once here, he didn't know how far he had walked into the Forest of Death, and the pressure on his shoulders was mounting. Gradually, as he went to the front more and more, he felt terrible ways, heavy and terrible.

"Badic ......"

He walked forward step by step, stepping on the wet ground and making a sound.

The sacred lake between his eyebrows was still bright. Soon after, a black stone mountain appeared in front of him. At this time, a huge pressure like the sky hit, making his whole person tremble violently, and he stepped back dozens of steps.

"Buzz!"

At the same time, his neon lights illuminate the fields.

Dozens of chills hit at the same time, making Jiang Fanxiao slightly surprised. He first moved a few dozen feet, opened his eyes, and at the same time stretched out his right hand and slapped it forward.

"Bang!"

His right hand touched the same big hand, and it was cold, like a stone.

When God opened his eyes, He saw everything around Him.

The Black Stone Mountain in front of him was terrifying, like a hell of death, like a demon god inside. In the vicinity of Blackstone Mountain, dozens of figures were standing densely at this moment. They were all expressionless and had strange clothes.

After arriving here, even though Jiang Fanxiao controlled the two magic devices, they were still moving.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

They don't have any energy fluctuations, but their combat power is amazing.

Jiang Fanxiao stretched out his right hand and bumped into dozens of strange figures rushing up, shaking the sky. He was terrified in his heart, these strange figures were so strong and terrifying that they were not weaker than him.

"Buzz!"

His eyes were cold, the stone mirror on his head sparkled, and he swept forward mercilessly.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The power of the artifact was amazing, and the three shadows were wiped out on the spot.

Such a powerful artifact, under the urging of Jiang Fanxiao's divine power, immediately caused the black mist of the quartet to dissipate one after another. In other words, at this time, a familiar smell made Jiang Fan Xiao startled, and Mo turned his head to look forward.

On the edge of an old rotting stone not far from Montenegro, a man in green clothes sat cross-legged, surrounded by a hazy light curtain outside him, protecting him with a light curtain. The man's eyes were closed, and at the moment he had apparently temporarily lost his sense of self. The dim light was guarding him.

"Brother Chen!"

Jiang Fanxiao was immediately overjoyed.