The Black Dragon Mountain is full of trees, except for the mountain road opened by the descendants, the rest of the place is covered by dense woods.

All the trees I could see now came to life, as if they had become spirits, their trunks twisting and twisting, and their branches turning into their arms, waving and waving.

It looked like they were dancing, and they were praying a prayer that I couldn't understand.......

I don't know why, but when I saw them writhing, I remembered the scene of "singing and dancing" during the prayer of the witchcraft.

There was no sound in the mountains and forests, even if the night wind was strong and the branches were constantly writhing, but there was still no sound.

Everything fell into an absolute dead silence.

Since I am in a state of detached soul, it is all overshadowed by gray in my eyes.

In my opinion, the entire Black Dragon Mountain is shrouded in death.

As a creature, the sixth sense, the most basic instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil, are constantly reminding me not to go up the mountain, the danger hidden in this mountain is not something I can imagine.

But my body kept calling, as if swept up by the wind, and my feet gradually left the ground, and without warning I broke away from gravity, and I floated to the top of the mountain.

Branches, rocks, kept piercing my body and passing past me.

Almost in a few seconds, I crossed the spot where I had followed Fang Shiliang not long ago, and I saw the fox corpse lying on the ground.

After a few more moments, the smell of blood that I could smell grew heavier and heavier.

This should be the place where Zhao Sangou and the others used to be, the battlefield where they fought against the old sect.

But the strange thing is that I can only see the blood stains everywhere and the corpses of those immortals, as for the bodies of those gentlemen after their deaths..... I couldn't find it when I looked left and right.

At that moment, there was a muffled sound under my feet, and then my body stopped, and my feet fell to the ground, no longer floating forward.

"What's going on......" I muttered, glancing left and right, my face full of confusion: "What was that sound just now.......

There was another muffled bang, and I only felt the ground tremble, and then I suddenly realized that the strange sound emanated from the soil under my feet.

Soon, the ground trembled slightly, and that strange sound sounded again.

To put it mildly, this phenomenon ...... It's like Black Dragon Mountain has come to life, and the muffled sound is like its heart beating.

But strangely, I felt that Black Dragon Mountain had no vitality, as if all its vitality was passing rapidly, and all I could feel now was its dying throes.

"This is Lafutesa."

A voice that was too familiar to be familiar sounded in my ears coldly.

I'm sure I heard it right, that voice ...... It's my own voice!

I didn't speak, I didn't speak to myself, but my voice rang in my ears very seriously, and I couldn't understand it........

But this time I was sure that I wasn't hallucinating.

My consciousness was incredibly clear, very different from the hallucinations I had before, absolutely real.

It's been a long time since I've heard the name Laphtessa.

The last time I remember it was in the Supo Temple in Yunnan....... Laphtesa, the city that lurks in the stars of Tianfu and is inhabited by the king of black robes.......

"Who's talking?" I was bold and asked tentatively.

The voice of my own was silent for a moment, and then repeated, "This is Laphtessa."

I didn't ask any more questions, and walked on silently, because I felt that the voice would not give me any response, it was just talking to itself.

"Its black robe is like a breeze, caressing past you, and you can't hear it but see it........"

The voice was still talking to itself, and I didn't respond to it.

To be honest, I was a little panicked at this time, and my walking speed gradually increased.

Even though I'm a soul-like being, I can hear my own heartbeat getting faster.

If only it were an illusion.

If it was an illusion, I wouldn't have been so overwhelmed.

Unfortunately, no matter how much I think about it, these things should be real.

The more I went into the mountains, the more wrong I felt about Black Dragon Mountain.

With the sound of its heartbeat, some blackened fog gradually appeared in the mountain forest.

The fog is like the morning mist of the forest itself, not thick or light, slowly rising from the ground until the entire mountain forest is enveloped in it.

The dead silence grew thicker, and I felt like I shouldn't go any further, because it was a bit dangerous...... Even if I am a soul body, an invisible existence independent of a soul, it doesn't mean that the Old Sect really can't find me.

As long as they spot me, there's a high chance that I'll have an accident unless I can run down the hill in time.......

Just as I stopped, hesitating to go back, I suddenly realized that I had walked out of the thickest part of the jungle.

In front of me was a rocky plateau, and many huge boulders of miserable white and mossy stood scattered in this clearing.

Their arrangement seems to be artificial, and even if I don't see any regularity, I don't think it's awkward, it's definitely not a natural creation.

But what really struck me was the hundreds of people standing in the clearing.

They were dressed like Mr. Old Church, all wrapped in robes, and stood straight in the clearing, motionless, looking as if they were dead....... Of course, I also felt that they were not alive, because I felt no sign of breathing at all in them, not even a heartbeat.

And the smell is very different from that of living people, even if I exist as a soul, I can still smell the rancid stench coming from them.

It was the smell of the natural decay of the corpse, indescribably pungent, making people want to vomit when they smell it.

They didn't notice me, at least they seemed to be, they were all standing behind me, and no one had any intention of looking back.

I didn't dare to approach them casually, so I could only go around and walk cautiously from the edge of the clearing, looking at them as I went........

The faces of these people were not covered, they were all exposed, similar to the "corpses" we met at the hotel.

Most of the people's facial features are not complete, as if they have been eaten by wild beasts, and there are tearing marks.

If I'm not mistaken, nine times out of ten, these people are the gentlemen who died on the Black Dragon Mountain.

In the moonlight, the dead air on the faces of these people was even thicker, and they all closed their eyes....... Of course, some people's eyeballs have been dug out, and there are only two black holes, and I can't say for sure.

"This time the matter is done, our future road will definitely be better."

"Sure, the prophets have said that this is paving the way for the true God........"

At this time, two extremely unfamiliar voices came from the grove in front of me to the left.

From their conversation, I can probably tell that these two turtle sons must be the old sect's gentlemen, but their tone is very relaxed, not like they have noticed an anomaly, and they probably haven't noticed me yet.

Standing outside the woods, I thought about it, and without hesitation, I walked in lightly.

Actually, I didn't have to be so careful, because when I walked, I didn't make a sound at all, just like I was floating.

The two old sectarians who spoke were not far from me, standing on a stone pier ten meters away, chatting leisurely while scanning the corpses in the clearing.

Both of their faces were wrapped in linen bandages, and only the eyes were slit, so that they could not be seen.

"These Northeast gentlemen are stupid enough, they can't fight with anyone, they have to fight with us........"

"That's a good thing!" The other gentleman laughed and gloated, "If they hadn't been stupid, how would we have gotten so many corpses?" ”

"It's a pity that the fourth master didn't come, if he came, these corpses would definitely be easier to control......" The gentleman who spoke at the beginning was obviously older than the other gentleman, and his voice was a little hoarse, and it was initially estimated that he should be over forty years old: "It's a pity, in order to control these miscellaneous pieces, we have paid a lot of price." ”

"What price is small, as long as I can win, I am willing to die." The younger gentleman smiled and said, "Anyway, death is not the end, and it is impossible for us to die if we follow the true God." ”

Hearing this, the old gentleman nodded.

"Grandpa, is the fairy girl still busy working in the mountains?" Mr. Na asked.

The old gentleman snorted and said, "That drum has become a fine thing, and it is not a living creature, so it is really difficult to deal with, and I want to subdue it...... I guess it's going to take some time! ”

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