Under the vast red clouds, the streamer swept through the vast wasteland, and everywhere it passed, strong winds and tornadoes, and plants and trees flew. All the creatures of the Phantom Realm in all directions, as soon as they raised their heads, they had already turned into dust before they could even figure out what it was, and only a few of them were strong and could barely leave the whole corpse, but the body or the head, there was always a place that would be penetrated.

Geng Jiangyue ran wildly for more than three hours, and the distance he traveled was equivalent to the march of the regular army of demon hunters in the phantom realm for a whole day. Along the way, he harvested the monsters that were obviously getting denser and denser, and when he came to the place marked on the map, it was already half past ten at night.

The Land of Blood Corpses, at the end of the map of the East 1st District, further on, is pitch black.

Obviously, even the regular army can only stop there.

Strafing all kinds of strange-looking creatures that came up from all around, individual monsters were even strong enough to enter the inner circle of [Extreme Cold Storm], and after being frozen, they shot four or five arrows before they died, and it was clear that they already had the strength of an earl or even a marquis, which was equivalent to a large group of mutated Li Junxiong who suddenly appeared on Naner Island, which was not cruel. Fortunately, it was Geng Jiangyue's pervert who encountered such a scene, otherwise if he was replaced by a king-level demon hunter with sparse strength, he would inevitably have to have a hard battle.

Maybe before he even entered the door of the Land of Blood Corpses, he would consume most of his spiritual power.

What the hell is it all about?

After getting rid of the garbage that had been entrenched outside the land of blood corpses for many years and no one had cleaned up, and in a blink of an eye, he had harvested a five-digit spiritual essence, and Geng Jiangyue had already begun to feel a little numb to the amount of wealth.

Calmly walked to a large stone monument that began to stand in this place in an unknown year, and boldly reached out to clean up the vines and plants that were entwined on it, Geng Jiangyue raised his head, and by the red moonlight, he silently said: "The land of blood corpses, danger level 10." Access level: King level. It is recommended to enter the formation: division level. This area is certified by the Global Demon Hunters Guild and is one of the top 10 murderous places in the phantom world. All monsters in the area are demonic-level, and there are a large number of mystical creatures. In October 2938 of the Hebrew calendar, the Global Demon Hunter Holy War Legion paid tribute to the lives and blood of 1,618 king-level demon hunters!

Wow~

After Geng Jiangyue stood in front of the stone tablet and finished reading, he quietly took three steps back.

I didn't want to go in and brush it on the spot!

"No wonder there are so many messy things before you go in, if this Nima goes in, then can he come back?" Geng Jiangyue was so frightened that his two eyebrows twisted a few times like a caterpillar, and only when he was scared enough that he would subconsciously make such a strange facial expression.

The entry level is the king level, and it is recommended to enter the establishment at the division level. It is equivalent to pulling a king-level demon hunter of a division over, so that he can barely go in and explore.

How many people are there in a division?

You must know that the total strength of Sea Lion City is only two regiments! And most of them are stinky fish and shrimp like Wang Qi...... The kind that can barely single-handedly kill a monster.

Geng Jiangyue looked at the stele and hesitated.

Ninety years ago, more than a thousand king-level demon hunters folded here, and in addition to a large number of demon-level blood corpses, there were also unpredictable mystical creatures. If you look like this ghost, go in and brush it, and the harvest must be so big that it can't work?......

But what's the use of me asking for so many monster essences?

Muttering in his mouth, Geng Jiangyue's gaze bypassed the stone tablet, looked at the distance of the land of blood corpses, and glanced weakly.

The fog is thick, and you can faintly see the houses.

There are so many houses in a place like the Phantom Realm, which is too special to challenge human curiosity......

Geng Jiangyue stared at the fog, and involuntarily, the scene of entering "Phantom Township" on the first day of high school graduation came to his mind. Right now, this place is so similar to the Crow Forest and the Bone Ground. On one side is a place where there is zero danger and waiting to die, and on the other side is extremely dangerous, but the only way to the future.

He gasped for breath and suddenly smiled.

Slowly, his eyes became firm.

Dog's day, it's coming......

It's too coercive not to go in and take a look.

It's not that I don't have life-saving skills!

Geng Jiangyue opened his legs and walked to the gate of the Land of Blood Corpses, and the dense fog with a clear interface in front of him was swirling, as if he was going to drag him into the mist. Geng Jiangyue squatted down and left an imprint of an arbitrary door on the ground.

However, I took a deep breath and settled my mind.

One small step, crossing that line.

The scene in front of me changed suddenly.

......

At about the same time, in Camp 6, which was about a three-day march away, Wang Canghai's face was full of anxiety, and he hurriedly ran out of the breach in the Phantom Realm. At ten o'clock in the camp, the bonfire was vigorous, the fire crackled and crackled, and hundreds of dangerous people huddled together, saying that they would eat a barren meal, but they still ate the roasted corpse rat meat, which is a specialty of the phantom world.

There are walls, there are many people, and behind them is the human world, and everyone's vigilance has weakened all of a sudden.

Wang Canghai, however, was dressed in a more heavily armed outfit than during the day, and hurriedly pushed open the doors of the wooden houses in the camp, and roared angrily at the bastards who were drinking—there was always a way to get it—"Come out! Come out! Go back to the barracks! Finish work early today! Finish work at 6 p.m.! It's closing! It's closing!"

Before the prisoners who were sitting in the wooden house drinking came to their senses, Wang Canghai had already run to the next house.

Behind him, more than twenty guards ran out at once, unceremoniously carrying those low-level prisoners who were easy to bully, and took them to the human world without saying anything.

In front of the bonfire in the open space outside the wooden house, Jiugelong turned his head and saw Wang Canghai's movements, and a little strangeness flashed in his eyes.

The prisoners complained unhappily, threw down the food in their hands, and walked back with a bang.

On the other end, Wang Canghai pushed open a door, and shouted at Xu Zhen who was sitting in the house when he entered the door: "Boss, the hole is sealed!"

Xu Zhen stood up, not very surprised, but still slightly questioned: "Is it permanently closed?"

Wang Canghai said in a deep voice: "The entrances of Cave No. 1 to Cave No. 5 have all been semi-permanently closed, only Cave No. 6 remains, and all the underground guards have gathered here. Starting tomorrow, work will be carried out from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m., and no holes will be allowed for the rest of the day. ”

As he was talking, a voice suddenly came from the door. Jiu Gelong stood outside the door and said with an honest and honest look: "Sir, I have an old fellow who went out just now and hasn't come back, can you wait a little longer?"

Wang Canghai glared at him anxiously: "Wait for a fart! I'm still wandering around outside, looking for death by myself!"

Jiu Gelong said again: "In addition to that old guy, there is also a new one, with a white fat man who doesn't know where to run, I see that there is a teleportation array in their room......"

Before he finished speaking, Moni immediately stood up and asked anxiously, "Which one is new?"

Jiugelong said: "It's the new ...... in the morning"

Moni and Xu Zhen glanced at each other, and immediately stepped forward and asked, "Which house do they live in?"

The Nine Dragons turned around and pointed diagonally across the room.

Moni pushed the Nine Grids Dragon away, and rushed to the room of the wooden house that Yun Shu had rented, kicking the door open.

When I walked into the house, I saw that there was a coordinate mark on the ground.

Xu Zhen stopped Wang Canghai and the Xingyao Demon Hunter, the director of Camp 6, and walked in quickly, alone, and saw Moni's hands glowing with strong spiritual power, and he vigorously erased the marks on the ground.

Xu was shocked: "General Mo!"

Moni turned his head, looked at Xu Zhen, and said with a firm look in his eyes: "Close the entrance to the cave immediately, if he dies outside, we will not have to do it." ”

Xu Zhen paused slightly and nodded.

Ten minutes later, the last prisoner in the camp was escorted back to the cave.

Inside the entrance of the cave, an iron gate weighing more than a thousand pounds slowly fell from the top of the cave, covering the breach in the phantom realm.

The camp outside the breach was empty, except for the campfire team, and there were still some faint flames dancing.

In the silence, a black hole slowly cracked in the ground.

A lean figure came out of the hole, a voice that didn't look like a human in his throat, step by step, and slowly walked towards Geng Jiangyue's room where the door was kicked open. He walked into the room, and an invisible force spread through the room, and the mark on the ground that had been erased by Moni automatically came back again. The man stared at the coordinate imprint on the ground, and a hateful voice came out of his mouth: "Geng Jiangyue......!"

Then he crouched down and put his hand on the mark, and an extremely strong black light spread out from his hand, and then his body twisted and drilled into the coordinate mark.

Above the coordinate imprint in front of the entrance to the Land of Blood Corpses, there was a spatial distortion.

The lean figure looked at the thick fog in front of him, and the corners of his mouth grinned.

Half of his face was gone, and his facial features were gone, leaving only a cloud of nothingness.