After Dongfang Mo's gaze looked around, he finally looked at the corpses on the left and right sides.

Although he didn't know how many years these bones had been dead, in his opinion, it would probably be a time he couldn't imagine.

Because from the forging techniques of those scattered broken magic weapons, he could see that they were a little simple, at least they were all refining techniques from tens of thousands of years ago.

With a deep groan, he took a step to the side with the lamp of sin in his hand, and approached the bones on the side.

To his relief, nothing happened.

So he held the sin lamp in his left hand and the golden fish floating in the palm of his right hand, and continued to walk to the right, and finally came to several corpses.

In the process, nothing unexpected happened.

Dongfang Mo came to the bones and squatted down, examining them carefully, trying to judge the origin of these bones through clues.

He was able to find these bones because of the golden swimming fish in his hand, which made the fierce ghosts here extremely jealous and retreated, but it was impossible for others to have the golden swimming fish in his hand.

In other words, Dongfang Mo could see the bones of the corpse here and the sect in front of him, but others couldn't.

This made his mind come alive, and the secret path might be able to find something here that would help him break free from the shackles of the eighteen layers of hell.

When he thought of this, Dongfang Mo raised his hand, intending to pick up the head of a corpse in front of him.

But the moment his fingers touched the skull, he heard a cracking sound of "click", and the skull of the skeleton cracked in response to the sound and turned into fine slag on the ground.

Dongfang Mo's expression moved slightly, and after trying again, the result was generally the same.

These bones have been exposed in this place for too long, and not only have they lost their inner essence, but they have also become decaying and shattered when touched.

So he stood up and looked out at the main road ahead.

If he didn't sacrifice the golden fish, he would follow the instructions of the sin lamp in his hand and continue along the main road, eventually leading to the top of a mountain. It seems that the entrance to the thirteenth layer of hell is on the top of that mountain.

Dongfang Mo walked along the main road as he walked along the main road, and a guess had already been born in his heart.

That's where he is now, maybe it was the Buddha who sealed the location of a sect at the beginning, and formed these twelve layers of hell.

Or maybe this sect was moved in by the people of Buddhism with great mana.

Of the two possibilities, he actually preferred the first one. There is no reason, just a simple intuition.

You must know that the eighteenth layer of hell is a space-time interface that is different from the outside world, and as long as it is a space-time interface, it needs mountains, rivers and earth, as well as the most basic power of the five elements.

If the eighteen layers of hell are a magic weapon, these things must be extracted from the outside world.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo nodded secretly.

Just as he was moving forward, outside of him, one by one the powerful ghosts were floating, but they were all besieged but not attacked, obviously afraid of the golden swimming fish in Dongfang Mo's hands.

After a while, Dongfang Mo followed the main road and encountered a branch road, he looked at the sin lamp burning with karmic fire in his hand, and seeing that this lamp could still burn for a short time, he moved his body and shot towards the side branch of the road.

Because he was worried that the sin lamp would not burn for long, and it would affect him to step into the thirteenth layer of hell when the time came, Dongfang Mo's speed was not slow.

As he skimmed along the way, his eyes glanced around, wanting to find something.

In addition to the corpses and bones everywhere on the road, whenever there is a building like an attic or a palace, Dongfang Mo will not hesitate to step into it.

After a search, he found nothing.

So he returned to the main road and continued on his way.

After a while, when he encountered a side road again, Dongfang Mo stepped on it and continued to search.

To his surprise, he still didn't find anything. Of the many buildings, nothing has been found except for the bones.

Originally, he had thought about whether there would be any chance here, such as finding some powerful magic weapons, but after such a long time, not only the bones of these people, but even the magic weapons were not completely preserved.

In this way, Dongfang Mo was about to reach the top of the mountain, and here, he also saw a small white point of light in front of him through the powerful ghosts that were permeating the surroundings. If what he expected, that small white dot of light should be the exit of the twelfth layer of hell and the entrance to the thirteenth layer of hell.

Just as he thought so, a forked path appeared in front of him again, and it was quite wide.

Dongfang Mo's eyes lit up, and then he opened the way with a golden swimming fish and walked along this road.

When he came to the end, he saw that this place was a dojo, and the ground under his feet was paved with white jade, which was really a big deal.

And here, there was a thick smoke that blocked his vision and divine detection.

Dongfang Mo walked towards the center of the dojo, but after taking a few steps, he was shocked to find that a small mountain formed of white bones had piled up in front of him, and when he looked up, it was hundreds of zhang high.

Not surprisingly, the bones all belonged to the same clan as the bones he had seen earlier.

Dongfang Mo walked around the hundreds of zhang high bone mountain quickly, and it took a while for him to return to his original place. The area of this bone mountain is not small, and it occupies almost the entire dojo.

At this moment, he looked at the Bone Mountain, and his heart was a little shaken, I am afraid that tens of millions of monks would have to die to be able to pile up such a high Bone Mountain.

This made him wonder for a moment if the endless ghosts around him were the unjust souls formed by the death of these monks here.

While thinking about it, his eyes flashed black, and he performed the Stone Eye Technique, looking towards the depths of the Bone Mountain.

"Huh!"

Then I heard him sigh softly, and then withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, he looked into the depths of the mountain of bones in front of him and touched his chin. In the next breath, he bowed his hand, "You are good men in life, you have offended." ”

After finishing speaking, Dongfang Mo flicked his sleeves.

"Whew!"

A domineering strong wind, whistling out with his wave of sleeves, swept over the bone mountain in front of him.

"Boom la la ......"

Under the blowing of this strong wind, a large number of dry bones of Bai Sensen were all shattered, turned into debris and flew out, which at first glance looked like a heavy snow falling in the sky.

When the strong wind blew all the bone mountains hundreds of zhang high in front of them, I saw that in the center of the Dharma field, there was a stone statue more than ten zhang high towering.

In addition to its size, this stone statue is the same as the bones here, and has a single horn on the top of its head.

Strangely, there are still some words carved on the stone statue.

It's just that these words are extremely messy, and they look like ghost paintings, and there is no order.

Dongfang Mo's eyes flickered, and then he stood in front of the stone statue, his eyes constantly scanning the words on it.

But what made him speechless was that the words on the stone statue in front of him, which he didn't recognize, were an extremely unfamiliar font.

After Dongfang Mo scanned these fonts, he closed his eyes and began to recall them in his mind.

Over the years, whenever he went to a place, he would collect all kinds of words and languages, just for fear of encountering the current situation.

Under Dongfang Mo's careful recollection, he really found an ancient language that was very similar to the words in front of him.

The only difference between the two is that the ancient language in his mind is simpler, while the stone statue is more complex, and the font is also slightly different.

He guessed that the ancient language in his mind must have evolved from the words on the stone statue. If this is the case, then the words on the stone statue must be older than the ancient language in his mind.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he tried to read the words on the stone statue in the ancient language in his head.

To his surprise, he was able to read through. But he could only read a third of it, and the rest of the text was too complex for him to understand at all.

Fortunately, Rao is like this, and Dongfang Mo can also see some information from the messy portrayal, as if venting anger.

"Buddha...... Slaughter...... Slaughter...... Chigu ...... Heavenly Dao Falls......"

And the more he looked, the more solemn the look on his face became.

It wasn't until he had scanned the words on the stele several times that he took a breath and withdrew his gaze.

I only heard Dongfang Mo muttering: "Chigu ......"

He'd heard those two words before.

It is rumored that in ancient times, there was a Chigu clan, but for some reason, this Chigu clan, which was strong at that time, disappeared out of thin air.

Now judging from the inscription, the disappearance of the Chigu tribe should be related to Buddhism. Even the initiator of the destruction of the Chigu clan was Buddhism.

And the place where Dongfang Mo is located now is the clan land of the Chigu clan back then.

The more Dongfang Mo thought about it, the more he felt that his speculation was right, because there were rumors about the Chigu clan, and another point was that the clan land of this clan was a Sumeru space.

That Sumeru space was not only strong, but also mobile.

It seems that after Buddhism destroyed the Chigu clan back then, it refined the clan land of the Chigu clan in the Sumeru space into the twelfth layer of the eighteen layers of hell.

If this is the case, then most of the other layers of the eighteen layers of hell will also come from this way.

Just as Dongfang Mo thought of this, the sin lamp in his hand that was lit by the karmic fire began to flicker.

Dongfang Mo's expression moved, and then he didn't think about it, so he was about to sweep towards the road he came.

But the next breath he made another move, and then he looked at the horn about a foot long above the stone statue's head.

Just now, as he was leaving, he noticed a glimmer of light flickering on the top of the object.

Dongfang Mo's body moved, swept towards the stone statue, came to the single horn at the top, and grabbed it.

The moment he grasped this object, a strange aura instantly followed his palm and then his arm, merging into his body.

What shocked Dongfang Mo was that this aura was extremely domineering, including rage, evil, ferocity, resentment, cruelty, etc., all kinds of negative emotions in it.

Just when Dongfang Mo thought that he had grabbed some peerless murder weapon, the domineering aura full of all kinds of negative emotions disappeared in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

Dongfang Mo's heart was shaken, and he found that the single horn that was originally standing on the stone tablet had fallen into his hands at this moment.

So he didn't hesitate, and shot backwards with his foot, and finally returned to the main road, and galloped all the way to the white point of light at the top of the mountain.

Almost when the lamp of sin in his hand was about to be extinguished, his figure finally rushed to the front of the main hall, and then he realized that the white light was emitted from the main entrance of the main hall.

Dongfang Mo turned his hand and put away the single horn, and it disappeared into the white light in the main hall with a sweep.

You don't have to think about it to know that within the white light is the thirteenth layer of the eighteen layers of hell.