When a hazy light appeared again in the dark night, Cheng Yu quickly put away the array plate and walked out of the strange stone land with a few people. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info here can't distinguish between east and west, north and south, so you can only choose a direction to move forward with intuition.

As Jiang Sheng said, this place was like being on the edge, and there was nothing else but low-level ghosts. Half a month later, they finally got out of this black desert.

"Look, what's that?" Tang Ying shouted with some surprise.

Everyone also saw a few small grass sheds not far away, no, it was still far-fetched to say that it was a grass shed, Cheng Yu felt that it was just a few haystacks piled up with dead grass. But this kind of haystack is not something that ghosts can build, so there must be meditation here. If there is a meditation here, you may be able to know the situation here, which is also the reason why Tang Ying is happy.

Cheng Yu looked around with his divine sense, and found the equivalent of Qi cultivation in the two haystacks. So I went quickly.

Tang Ying rushed to the front and lifted the haystack with one hand, but when he saw the situation inside, he suddenly gasped in fright and took two steps back. Later, Yi An'an and the people inside screamed at the same time.

I saw that there was a meditation cultivator wrapped in tattered cloth inside, revealing that the body was covered with green skin and bones, and there was a messy hair on the head, and at this time, a rolled eye was facing them in the deeply sunken eye sockets.

It could be seen that he was also frightened by Cheng Yu and the others, and his body trembled vigorously, as if he was about to fall down in the next moment.

"What kind of monster is this, it scares me to death." Yi Anan hid behind Tang Ying and poked his head out and said.

"You're the monster...... At this time, a head spun out of another haystack, and then quickly pulled the meditation here: "We've all been forced here, don't you let it go?" ”

Cheng Yu and the others understood what he said, which also made everyone's hearts relax half.

"Where is this?" Cheng Yu asked.

The younger cultivator looked at the few people with vigilance, and then his eyes widened suddenly, making people wonder if the eyeballs in his sockets would fall out if he opened them a little wider.

"What does that smell like you, so sweet." This cultivator licked his mouth with his index finger moving, and his eyes seemed to glow green, and he wanted to pounce on them immediately.

"Are you hungry?" Yi An'an glanced at himself up and down, and then said, "But we don't have anything to eat, by the way, we only have Bigu Dan." As he spoke, he took out a porcelain vase and threw it over.

The porcelain vase rolled down beside the cultivator, he hurriedly reached out and opened it, and suddenly poured it into his mouth, but the next moment it was all spit out: "Bah, bah." Such an unpalatable thing. ”

"This is the only food I can eat, don't waste it if you don't eat." Yi Anan said with a distressed face.

"He doesn't eat Bigudan, what he wants to eat is you." Cheng Yu said suddenly.

"What?" Yi An'an's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly took a few steps back.

Yin Tianxia suddenly pulled out her sword, and the two cultivators were so frightened that they hugged each other and shook into chaff: "Don't kill us." Don't kill us. ”

Cheng Yu stretched out his hand to stop it, and then said, "They are meditation cultivators, and they are already sensitive to the aura on our bodies. There are two kinds of meditation cultivation, one of which is to focus on the netherworld qi, and secondly, to absorb the essence of the moonlight to improve one's self-cultivation. The other is to devour the souls of other meditation cultivators to become stronger and weaker. ”

"And they're the latter?" Tang Ying asked.

"No, no, we didn't devour other meditations, we always absorbed the Netherworld Qi. It's just that the smell on your body is really sweet. Meditation said with a wave of his hand.

"It doesn't seem like it's good news. When we encounter such meditation, we can't help but eat us, and if we encounter another one, it will not be until death. Jiang Sheng said with a solemn face.

Cheng Yu nodded and said, "The lower the level of meditation cultivation, the more difficult it is to control their desire to devour their soul body, and if they can't stand out from the crowd of meditation cultivators, they can only become a powerful stepping stone for others." And the fact that they were able to control themselves also confirmed that they were not the kind of soul-devouring cultivators. ”

"Cheng Yu, how do you know so clearly about meditation." Tang Ying asked curiously.

The reason why Cheng Yu knew so clearly was because he was consulting many classics on meditation when he took care of Yi back then.

"She is an elite disciple of Suiyang, so naturally she knows more than you know." Yin Tianxia glanced at Tang Ying.

Tang Ying didn't laugh angrily: "But you also claim to be an elite disciple of Cangjian, and it's not that you don't know the same." ”

Here it is again, Cheng Yu held his forehead, if the two were indifferent to each other before, then now it is a little bit.

"The next few questions, if you answer them honestly, not only will you not die, but you will get this." Jiang Sheng grabbed a handful of black crystals from the storage bag. Seeing the eyes of the two meditation cultivators widen again: "Styx Crystal." Then he nodded repeatedly.

It turned out that these were the Dark Crystals, and Cheng Yu also took out one from the storage bag to look at it, there was a faint Netherworld aura in it, these were found from those dead ghost objects. It should also be a spirit stone equivalent to Tianchu.

Then several people got some answers from them that they wanted to know.

This is the Netherworld, no doubt.

They are located in the northwest region of the Netherworld, a huge desert, and most of the monks here are wanderers, old and weak, or unable to survive in the cities of the Netherworld.

The two of them just offended the meditation of a nearby city, and they were hunted down and killed here, and they stayed here for more than ten years, living miserably.

"Do you have any other monks here besides meditation?" Cheng Yu asked.

"Except for meditation? You're talking about interracial? ”

"What is an interracial race?" Tang Ying asked.

The cultivator glanced at them unexpectedly, but continued: "The alien race is those who remain in the netherworld, the demons, and the demon clans. ”

"There are still people, uh, other monks." Tang Ying said happily: "Where are they?" ”

"Naturally, they are all hiding everywhere, like ghosts and animals. Of course, if you want to see it, there are many in the city, all of whom are slaves in captivity for the high-ranking people to enjoy. ”

Hearing this, the faces of several people were so ugly that they were so frightened that the meditation cultivator hurriedly retracted his head, trembling uncontrollably.

"The last question is, how did all those aliens survive here. There is only the breath of the Netherworld everywhere. Cheng Yu asked with self-love.

This time, the young cultivator didn't dare to answer anything, and it wasn't until Yin Tianxia took out the spirit sword again that the old cultivator spoke up: "There are still many alien things left in this netherworld, and they all rely on them to survive. And most of the spirit stones they relied on for survival, or demon crystals, and demon crystals were collected by high-level cultivators, in order to lure those aliens out obediently and throw themselves into the net. ”

"There's no place where there is aura?" Tang Ying asked anxiously.

The cultivator shook his head again and again: "This is the Netherworld, how can those exist." Even if there were, it would have been assimilated by the Netherworld Qi after so long. (To be continued.) )