In the jungle, I don't know when it started, the temperature began to drop, a kind of cold that was not physical, like cannibalization, slowly ingesting the mind, even the surrounding trees, all appeared to varying degrees of yellowing, and even in front, only pieces of withered were left, and a few vultures circled back and forth in the sky, looking for food.

In the air, a cold and damp breath gradually diffused with the wind, as if it were a yellowish miasma, spreading from the ground inch by inch until it occupied a piece of sky.

In the miasma, a young figure, like a ghost, stepped on a relatively thick dead wood, looking into the distance, with a cautious expression.

He is Wang Chen!

"This place should be a mass grave, but ......"

Wang Chen looked at the miasma around him, in the miasma he felt that his vitality was flying, this scene, very strange, ordinary mass graves, how could there be a miasma that even monks are troubled with, and even in these miasma, Wang Chen sensed a dangerous aura.

And the more dangerous this place is, the more it gives Wang Chen the urge to go in and find out.

The appearance of abnormalities is the advent of creation.

After hesitating for a moment, a gleam flashed in Wang Chen's eyes, if there was really danger, he could retreat with his whole body, but if he didn't go in to take a look, he must have regrets in his heart, and immediately, the wind burst into action, and his figure turned into a sharp arrow, heading straight into the depths.

As we gradually approached the depths, the surrounding miasma was so thick that I couldn't see anything clearly.

At his feet, a pool of rotten white bones, like stones paving the road, directly occupied the entire ground.

Among the white bones, there are human bones and animal bones...... The sheer number is simply too large to predict.

According to the introduction of this mass grave, it should be a long time ago, there were two mortal cities in a big battle, and millions of troops on both sides gathered here to start a war of the world, and finally both sides were defeated, and those soldiers who died in the battle were all buried in this mass grave, and later, because the yin qi here is too heavy, it has become a place where many wicked people dispose of their bodies after murder, and gradually the white bones here are like mountains, and the white bones are all over the sky.

Wang Chen was vigilant, his perception spread, and he searched for the souls hidden in the shadows one by one, but he didn't gain anything after walking for a long time, at first Wang Chen thought that he was not a soul cultivator, and his perception of the soul was not strong, so he directly summoned the Futu Tower, thinking about the self-detonating suction before and absorbing the five souls, then it should be possible to be here.

But......

The Futu Tower, without any suction, seems to have no soul here.

Wang Chen didn't believe that there was no soul in a mass grave in Nuoda, even if there was none, there should always be a remnant soul, but there was no one, as if it had been looted in advance.

With unwillingness in his heart, Wang Chen went straight into the depths of the mass grave, and he didn't believe that there really wasn't a soul here.

As the footsteps deepened, rows of tombstones covered with bluestone appeared in Wang Chen's sight, and it seemed that after coming here, the surrounding miasma had weakened a lot.

Although there is handwriting on these stone tablets, it seems that it has been too long for the years to see what is written, and it is full of decay.

As far as the eye can see, these steles are densely packed and cannot be counted at all.

With a wave of his hand, the Futu Pagoda in Wang Chen's hand flew out, but there was still no soul here, which made Wang Chen very annoyed, it shouldn't be like this.

At this moment, Wang Chen seemed to sense something, his eyes lit up, and he rushed straight in one direction.

There, he sensed an indescribable fluctuation of power.

Not long after, Wang Chen appeared in front of a stone tablet, and he felt that the power fluctuation he detected was behind the stone tablet, in that tomb.

"Offended!" hugged his fist and bowed to the stone tablet, Wang Chen suddenly punched out, and when he landed on the ground, he set off a wave of air, directly blasting the ground out of a big pit, and in the depths of the big pit, a brown coffin appeared in sight.

Wang Chen took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves, and directly overturned the coffin lid!

Looking at the inside of the coffin, Wang Chen was slightly stunned, there was nothing in the coffin except for a mask, and the aura of power he sensed was emanating from this mask.

This side has a quirky one!

Wang Chen tried to check with his perception, but found that his perception fell into the mask, like a stone sinking into the sea, without a trace, followed by his finger, a wisp of aura flew out, landed on the mask, and burst out with a roar, after the roar, the mask was intact.

"This should be a magic weapon!"

Being able to be under the monk's blow, it was not broken, and it obviously did not belong to the category of mortal things, but why this mask appeared here, Wang Chen did not know.

In order to figure it out, Wang Chen turned around and chose a few more grave bags, and after bowing with his fists, he directly overturned them, and after opening the coffin, he revealed piles of weathered and rotten bones, only in that coffin, there was only one mask.

With caution, Wang Chen took the mask back and opened it in his hand, but he never saw the clue, as if this was just the most ordinary mask.

But Wang Chen didn't believe it, gritted his teeth, and directly put the mask on his face.

Suddenly, as soon as the mask touched Wang Chen's face, it was as if it had come to life, directly covering Wang Chen's entire face, tightly sealing, and even had a feeling that it was tailor-made for Wang Chen.

Reaching out and touching his cheek, Wang Chen's body was shocked, the first thing he touched was his own skin, but he had already put on a mask just now.

But now I don't feel the slightest bit of a mask.

"What's going on...... Huh, my voice?"

A voice like a middle-aged man came out of Wang Chen's throat, but it was Wang Chen's words that frightened Wang Chen for a moment, and he tried to say a few words, but now his voice has really changed.

Could it be that this mask can change the voice?

Wang Chen rubbed his nose a little incredulously, this was the first time he had seen such a strange thing.

This rub made Wang Chen's whole person stunned, and his nose was ...... It seemed that he had also changed, and with a hurried wave of his hand, a piece of aura turned into a mirror and appeared in front of Wang Chen.

In the mirror, there is a face full of vicissitudes and iron blood, and there is a shocking scar on the left side of the cheek, which spreads directly from the corner of the mouth to the root of the ear, especially the pair of eyes, full of monstrous anger and unwillingness.

"Is this me?" Wang Chen couldn't believe it, but in the mirror, the middle-aged man who had vicissitudes of life actually opened his mouth and said, "This is me?"

Even Wang Chen made all kinds of strange and weird movements, trying to find the flaws in the difference between the person in the mirror and himself!

(End of chapter)