The sky was gray, and the fog in the mountains and forests was full of clouds, and even if a trace of pale sky was exposed, it was also with a deep haze.

Cloudy, the cloudy day of the cloudy mountains and forests looks particularly dead, like a dead face that is deliberately ready to go, and a violent storm may break out at any time.

Walking on the quiet path, Mangu is very leisurely, completely different from the surrounding scene.

It's a new day, and a new cultivation and hunting has begun, and since that night at Uncle Jiu's house for one night, Wan Gu has stayed with him for another two days.

During this time, they talked a lot.

It's all about cultivating spells, although Uncle Nine didn't teach him. But when Uncle Nine demonstrated Maoshan Spell, he had already been detected by Wangu's Nian Beast 'Tongxin' The mana operation route in his body, and forcibly recorded it with his evolved perverted brain.

Although two days was not a long time, Wan Gu still gained a lot of Maoshan basic spells, but he still tried to cultivate.

Subsequently, the basic spells that Uncle Nine could talk about also entered the catastrophe, and he couldn't demonstrate the powerful Maoshan spells casually.

Seeing this, Wan Gu casually stuffed a reason and left.

Of course, he also promised Uncle Nine, and ten days later, he would come to help.

If he is not familiar with the place, he can only return to the mass grave where he first came.

Now he has been living here for 7 days, and during this time, he has cultivated all the Maoshan basic spells in his mind.

As for the extremely difficult cultivation that Uncle Jiu said, it didn't happen to him, maybe this is because he has a demon-level understanding.

At present, he has learned all the known Maoshan basic spells.

Wan Gu didn't know if the power had weakened, but it would definitely not be weaker than what Uncle Nine had cast.

Wan Gu once guessed that perhaps because of the different realms, if Uncle Nine also had a profound skill like him, the spells he cast would definitely be much more powerful than those he cast.

Since he came here, in addition to secretly cultivating Maoshan spells every day, he also uses spells to hunt zombies and demons here, so as to increase his experience in dealing with demons and monsters.

In the early hours of the morning, walking along this sparsely populated rugged mountain road, several unilateral battles broke out, and all the zombies encountered were ragged.

In the past few days, I have been hunting continuously, and I have not accumulated much experience, and I have not done a lot.

At least all the zombies in the mass grave have been killed by him with the Maoshan spell he just learned.

"I should be there ahead!" The next moment, Wangu stopped at the turn, looked into the distance, and muttered to himself.

Ahead, it's empty! By this time, the tall trees have gradually decreased and become dwarf bushes.

It makes people's eyes light up and refreshed.

Without barriers and cover, here, the wild cold wind of the Wailing Plains poured straight in, whistling continuously.

In the distance, there are two huge peaks side by side, like two loyal guardians of this mountain, standing proudly between heaven and earth.

Because they are far apart and are blocked by several smaller peaks nearby, the two peaks can only show half of their bodies, but even so, it seems that the two peaks are a little outstanding, and there is a faint trace of emerald green on the peaks, which is even more distinctive.

It couldn't be seen clearly from a distance, and the fog in the early morning was so heavy that even if Wangu used 'Ning' to improve his eyesight, he couldn't see clearly, and could only see an endless snow-white color.

Wan Gu took a deep breath, the true qi in his body worked rapidly, and his body suddenly mobilized to the highest state, and with a hint of vigilance, he slowly walked forward.

The reason why I came here is also a coincidence.

The night before, when he was practicing catching ghosts, he accidentally got a message from a hundred-year-old lonely ghost: In the deep mountains ten kilometers northwest of the mass grave, there was a mysterious ancient palace.

It is said that the lonely spirit captured by Mangu once went in with his companions, but he was the only one who survived and escaped through the cracks in the palace.

The rest of the ghosts are gone.

What attracted Mangu to the palace was that there seemed to be some secret in the ancient palace.

Because he learned from the mouth of the hundred-year-old ghost that there were many mechanisms and dangers in the palace, and there were many kinds of tricks to deal with demons and monsters, as well as wonderful formations.

A palace with such a mechanism will definitely not be a simple palace, and it may be possible to gain something.

With this in mind, Wangu set out on the road to the mysterious palace.

"Hey! Is it the front? As he walked, Wangu took out a piece of locust wood the size of a mobile phone from his pocket and asked.

As he spoke, a humanoid phantom quickly emerged from the locust wood, and this phantom was the hundred-year-old ghost called Jiang Zheng.

When he was young, he was a bandit in the area, and then the cottage was surrounded by the army, everyone died, and the body was dumped in the mass grave.

This is one of the reasons why mass graves can be formed there.

Jiang was flying in the air for a long time, and after opening his heart, he looked at the scenery in the distance.

After a long time, he landed in front of Wan Gu and replied respectfully: "Yes, Dao Chief, although ten years have passed, the scene that happened ten years ago has been imprinted in my mind. You can't go wrong. ”

It was already morning, but the blazing sun was obscured by rolling dark clouds, and there was no sunlight shining at this time.

That's why the old ghost Jiang Zheng can come out.

"I hope so!" With that, Wangu retracted the locust wood and continued on his way.

The locust tree has been known as the ghost tree since ancient times, and its roots often penetrate the coffin to absorb nutrients and grow.

Therefore, the yin qi of acacia wood is heavier, which is suitable for ghost attachment.

And the piece of locust wood in Wan Gu's hand is not simple, this is what he harvested from the mass grave, it is the heart of a hundred-year-old locust tree, integrating yin qi into one, it is a very rare treasure.

One person and one ghost went deeper and deeper into the mountains, and the surrounding bushes were already a little sparse and scattered.

The ground here has been covered with green meadows, and this place is already a large meadow.

Walk through the vast savannah and over several small hills.

It wasn't until noon that a man and a ghost passed through the two tall peaks.

Crossing the two mountains that separated me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sudden enlightenment in front of me. Behind those two mountains was a lush valley, and the two mountains were the mouth of the valley.

The valley is surrounded by the overwhelming snow that surrounds it, like a piece of heaven left out of the world.

Slowly stopped, the valley at the mouth of the two mountains was a verdant green with a radius of more than ten miles.

Here the flowers are in full bloom, the trees are dense, the birds and beasts are singing, running around, a small stream flows slowly out of the valley, the water is very clear, just like the eyes of a virgin, the air exudes a rich fragrance of flowers, grass, and even the fragrance of the air itself, as straight as the sky on earth.

Even Wan Gu couldn't help but take a deep breath, closed his eyes and greeted the warm breeze, indulging in this harmonious scene.

There was still no sun in sight above the horizon, and it was covered with a thick gray fog.

I opened my eyes again, with a gleam in my eyes, and muttered, "I hope there is something useful for me here." ”

Although Dao is not the main means of Wangu, it is still an opportunity to accumulate knowledge.

After all, it is something that has been passed down for thousands of years, and there must be something to be gained in it.

The scene in front of you is beyond imagination, who would have thought that there could be such a scenery under the snow, this is simply the legendary Shangri-La.

Then, under the guidance of the old ghost Jiang Zheng, Wan Gu walked towards the depths of the valley.