Maybe it really infiltrated from the netherworld, and the monk entered it, and he could not stay too long every time, once it was too long, the cultivation could not resist the erosion of the netherworld qi and infected the spiritual power, then it would be troublesome.

After years of erosion and assimilation of yin qi, the landform of the Iron Corpse Gorge has changed far-reachingly, some places have formed deep and deep abysses, and some places have condensed the infiltrating yin ice, exuding a trace of cold breath, its color is different from the frost of the outside world, its color is dark with wisps of sticky black flocculent substance, and once such yin ice appears, then the nearby will often attract the ghost corpse to sleep, because this kind of thing is like spiritual power to monks, can promote its evolution and strength.

The deep and quiet Iron Corpse Gorge is like a dead place that has been sleeping for countless years, at a certain moment, in the depths of the quiet earth, the earth's core yin veins that have been caused by the battle, suddenly rumbling loudly, this tremor seems to occur frequently, this quiet wilderness has not the slightest reaction, but in some deep abysses, one by one the sleeping ghost corpses have opened their eyes.

Dark, with a hint of viscous black floc, without any life and breathing, look closely, these seemingly inhuman sleeping things, some are broken, and the intact limbs and torsos are like dark iron, sharp edges and corners, and there is a faint light, as for the damage, it is condensed into a strange scab, some are like sharp blades, some are like hammerheads, and some are like a strange shield, all kinds of shapes, but each one reveals the fierce aura of Senhan.

At this moment, with the increase of the vibration, more and more ghost corpses woke up, and there was no light in the eyes between the heads, as if they were searching for something, and there was no expression on the terrifying and hideous face, and they couldn't tell what joy and sorrow were, but only the hideous and fierce that could not be dissolved.

Zhou Hao may really be because of too much consumption at this moment, the dantian world is silent, the original vast spiritual power sea is only a shallow layer, and the sacred tree that originally stood proudly is verdant, but at this moment, it also looks slightly shriveled and weak, and the spirit baby has completely fallen into a deep sleep.

Bai Li, Lingzhi, Lotus Fairy and others were all frightened and inexplicable, but fortunately, this change did not continue to worsen, and the divine tree always exuded a unique hazy fluctuation, and under the huge shade of the tree, everyone was not affected.

In the center of the earth, as the tremor continued, the movement became more and more huge, and in the endless iron corpse gorge, the ghost corpses seemed to feel uneasy, and seemed to be excited, and the howls came and went, and some obviously strong evil corpses crossed out of the occupied abyss, looking for something in all directions.

Zhou Hao's body fell into a deep sleep, and even the consciousness and soul seemed to fall into ignorance because of exhaustion, but with the instinctive feedback, the Immortal Life Sutra in the body operated naturally, as a practice that had been cultivated for several years, even if it was not independently urged, the effect could not be underestimated.

At a certain moment, the tremor in the center of the earth seemed to have reached a limit, and a space that did not know the depths of the depths suddenly flashed a trace of ripples, as if a door was opened somewhere, and then a viscous light as black as ink appeared silently.

呲呲...... A violent sound came, and it seemed that after the appearance of that viscous cloud, the pressure was vented, and the originally invisible spatial ripples were suppressed by the power of this realm, and after a loud sound, the former calm was restored.

But the viscous mist was not peaceful, and a cold breath came to the face, incompatible with the breath of this world, even though this area has undergone countless erosions and assimilations, but it has always been a foreign thing, without roots and roots, and cannot change the final extinction.

The viscous mist rose rapidly along the underground cracks created in the vibration, as if the depths of the underground did not linger for a moment, with the appearance of the viscous mist, a unique wave silently dispersed in the Iron Corpse Gorge, almost all the spiritual corpses were no longer sleeping peacefully at this moment, as if a delicious food was calling itself in the distance, the poignant, cold, ruthless, bloodthirsty howls resounded through the Iron Corpse Gorge, and the cold earth suddenly regained its vitality.

Tom, tom, tom

Countless rushing bodies roared on the dark and bumpy ground, breaking into the Iron Corpse Gorge, hunting the monks of the Wraith, and those scattered cultivators who fled from Wushuang Town to this place, were shocked to find that a corpse appeared in front of them, and they were about to hunt it, but they knew that the corpses that continued to appear in pieces had already appeared in pieces, and they fled in panic.

And those who are more in-depth, relying on high cultivation and a large number of people, soon paid a tragic price for their carelessness and recklessness, the ghost corpse is not easy to hunt, the kind of yin and underworld aura is extremely powerful to the restraint of the monks, and some iron corpses are difficult to kill even with a single blow of spiritual weapons, often only a little skin can be cut, plus the strange howl of the ghost corpse seriously affects the soul, in the iron corpse gorge, hundreds of monks began to run, and were gradually chased by the tide of corpses.

The viscous mist did not wander around, it seemed to have a trace of spirituality, although there were a lot of escapes, but for this fog of a few feet, it was not even a dime, and there was not much time, this fog seemed to have found something of interest, and suddenly accelerated and rushed out.

The deep rock layer soil seems to have become an ornament, the viscous mist is like an illusory shape, rising to the ground through layers of obstacles, and the wisps of loose wisps on the periphery form a huge fog, which is more majestic than the main body, at the moment of gushing out of the ground, the huge volume suddenly set off a wave of sound, and the cold breath instantly filled the radius of thousands of zhang, and in the abyss in the center, quickly condensed like a starry ice crystal.

Zhou Hao recovered from a period of sleep, his mind was no longer unconscious, but he was not awake, first, he really had no strength, and after he woke up, he found that he couldn't bear the kind of outburst that crossed the boundary, especially the body, muscles and muscles revealed a thick exhaustion and hunger, and a trace of fine cracks spread all over the body. Second, the spirit infant seemed to be trying to absorb the strange aura of the outside world, and the colorful light was like a flowing cloud, driving the origin spiritual liquid of Yunwen to hover continuously.

Zhou Hao could clearly feel that although the spirit infant at this moment was not as strong as before, the essence of spiritual consciousness seemed to be progressing in a more mellow and mature direction.

With Zhou Hao's joining, the operation of the Immortal Sutra immediately accelerated, more than ten times faster than its own operation, and under the guidance of the mind, it swept the whole body inch by inch, repairing some of the subtle injuries caused before, and Zhou Hao was completely immersed in recovery.

Suddenly, a chill that penetrated through his heart woke up Zhou Hao, who was recovering from his cultivation, and his soul and mind gushed out for the first time, scanning the situation in the four fields.