A pure white aura came out of his palm, slowly lingering on the discus, and a black discus gradually glowed with purple-black brilliance.

Wang Zhi frowned, he found that it was a little difficult to control this aura now, but in terms of purity, it seemed to be purer than the wood aura he had refined, at least it lacked the bias of the attributes of the wood aura, he didn't know what this aura was, whether it was good or bad, but now the hodgepodge of aura in the origin has become this white, but unfortunately these can only be studied slowly.

Just when he was thinking about desertion, the white aura that was originally lingering on the discus suddenly retracted, and all of a sudden it was absorbed by the discus, Wang Zhi didn't pay attention, the scenery in front of him changed instantly, and everything in front of him became gray.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his hand, and found that the palm of his hand was empty, the discus was gone, and his hand had become translucent.

He looked at himself a little speechlessly, and finally confirmed that his soul had left his body inexplicably, but he didn't expect that in such a short period of time, he would become a ghost twice, but he didn't know where he should have gone this time.

He looked up at the gray space in front of him, and saw that a large mass not far away was even darker than the others.

He floated softly and found a large group of people in front of him, all dressed in uniform armor and spears in their hands, all standing there with their eyes closed.

This is a group of ghosts, or a group of souls, Wang Zhi looked at the huge crowd, they stood in a square formation, the kind of solemn aura emitted by hundreds of people being silent at the same time, Wang Zhi couldn't help but feel a feeling of difficulty breathing.

He came to the front of the group of people and tried to calm his mood before cautiously asking, "Who are you?" ”

There was no answer, no movement, just like a figurine.

Wang Zhi looked around again, everywhere was gray, even under his feet, it seemed that only the souls of these soldiers in front of him were there, but he didn't know how they could stay here.

He wanted to move closer, but considering the experience of being sacrificed by a large group of zombies outside, he stopped again, but he couldn't stop and wait, looking at the other side, they didn't seem to know what time was.

After a while, Wang Zhi was really a little distressed, he thought about it, and worked hard to run the origin, but he didn't expect that in this case, the origin could still send out aura, he put a string of aura out of his palm, blocking in front of him, at this time, he really had no other way to make himself more at ease.

Suddenly, he originally only planned to send out a little bit of aura to comfort himself, but he was instantly absorbed by the gray mist around him, and the absorption was not enough, as if the greedy sponge met the water, the aura on Wang Zhi's body immediately involuntarily pumped out frantically.

He took a few steps back in fear, trying to control the escape of the aura, but unfortunately this aura was in his origin, and he had limited control, so it would be nice to be able to mobilize a little.

With the overflow of aura, the surrounding gray gradually dispersed, and after a while, there were four walls around, the four walls glowed with blue-black light, and there were many murals carved on them, the paintings were obviously depicting war, groups of warriors, holding spears, wearing armor, sprinting in different scenes.

Gradually, the aura ceased to overflow so frantically, and when it finally stopped completely, there was a sudden neat rattling sound in front of it.

Wang Zhi was looking up at the mural of hundreds of warriors and a huge monster fighting above his head, and was startled by this neat and huge sound, and when he looked down, he found that the hundreds of warrior ghosts in front of him were actually kneeling on the ground neatly, they bowed their heads deeply, and when they looked at Wang Zhi's position, they could only see a large back.

Wang Zhi didn't know how many people there were, there were hundreds anyway, especially such a neatly dressed warrior who exuded a solemn atmosphere, suddenly knelt in front of him, he took a step back a little stupidly, and couldn't help but say, "What are you doing here?" ”

No one answered, and they didn't move as if they were wooden carvings.

He calmed his mind for a moment, and then said cautiously, "Get up, all of you, and don't kneel." ”

But there was still no movement on the other side.

Brother Wang Zhi is out of line now, he estimates that these soldiers must be from the Netherworld Palace era, and it is not surprising that these ghosts can't understand his words, but he is also the first time to see such a rigid dead ghost, generally speaking, the difference between a ghost and a living person is only whether they have a flesh-body or not, as for thoughts, it seems that those dead ghosts are also alive.

There was really no way, he looked around again, and found that there was a door behind him where he came from just now, he turned around and walked over without thinking, and when he opened the door, he looked back at the hundreds of people who were still kneeling on the ground, and couldn't help but ask, "What the hell is going on?" Then he stepped into the darkness behind the door.

In an instant, he returned to the stone chamber, still standing stupidly in place, still holding the discus in his hand, but at this time the discus was already glowing with a faint blue-black brilliance, although it was very weak, it had made it completely different from the darkness just now.

Unable to figure out what it was, Wang Zhi had to put it in his trouser pocket, and then rummaged through the remaining box, and found nothing again, and then came to the stone bed in the middle.

Looking at the stone bed under his feet, this made him difficult, how to get this thing? He shouted at the stone bed, "Go down!" ”

The stone bed was unresponsive.

"Start." He screamed again.

It's business as usual.

Brother Wang Zhi was really anxious now, he remembered that this stone bed should be more than one meter thick, and it would definitely not be an ordinary stone, otherwise how could it fly? He was worried about whether there would be any danger up there, and he didn't think he would be trapped.

He smiled bitterly and looked at the stone bed under his feet, then squatted down, and called out the aura to send it over, now Brother Wang Zhi's aura has been washed in a mess, and it has been so much that he feels that he can't use it up, although he consumed a lot in that gray space just now, there are more left.

The aura passed, but there was no response, now he was really anxious, could it be that he had died and lived so many times without a, and at the end of the day, he would actually be trapped here and starved to death?

He kept rummaging on the stone bed, constantly testing the aura, and finally he really had no choice, and even tried the Netherworld Sacred Book and the discus, but the stone bed was still quiet, tightly embedded in the ground, and there was no need to move at all.

After trying all the moves he could try, Wang Zhi finally sat on the ground in despair, looked at the boxes around him and said, "Mom, I really died too unjustly this time." ”

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