In order not to disturb the dead things that had fallen silent, Xuantian and the others made a detour and left this area.

Xuantian and the others continued to walk on this spacious road, watching every bit along the way.

In this small team, especially Xuantian himself, he felt it carefully, his eyes were shining, as if he could turn back time, looking for clues left by the mud people.

On the surface, it's a path of trial. But in reality, this is a barren land, and the gods come here to rely on their own inspiration to find clues.

The white turtle also said that the main purpose of coming here is to come here. It is to get in touch with the clay figurines and find hope for advancement from them.

"Huh. Something doesn't seem quite right ahead. Xuantian frowned and suddenly stopped.

He felt that there seemed to be a roar flowing in the air, as if it were a terrible ghost roaring, if there was nothing, it seemed illusory.

"What's wrong? Okay, can't someone around follow us? The little scimitar looked left and right, but did not find anything wrong.

Xuantian blinked, glanced at the small scimitar a few times, and then suddenly looked at the white turtle and asked what it thought.

"Let me feel it. The white turtle said, and then the two little noses swelled as thick as onion pipes, and sniffed violently in the air. After a few breaths, it ran around again, sometimes lying on the ground, listening with its ears close to the ground.

In the end, the white turtle came back, and there was a fresh elixir in its paws, a hundred-year-old medicinal one.

"There are so many things in the world that there are exceptions. Under the ruins, there is also an elixir, which I accidentally discovered, and this time it was really earned. "It delights.

When Xuantian saw this, he stumbled.

What the hell is this turtle doing? Let him feel the situation at this moment, and finally he felt an elixir.

"I mean, there's something unusual about this place, as if some evil spirit was once born, and there's a terrible sound wave in the air. Xuantian said, feeling it carefully, and once again heard the faint roar.

"Is there one?" the white turtle and the little scimitar looked at each other, and both shook their heads.

"Forget it, I don't feel the crisis for the time being. Let's move on. Xuantian said, taking another step.

There was nothing but that mysterious roar. After a mile of progress, the situation is still the same. Even Xuantian himself felt that he was too suspicious. After all, there are so many traces left by the walking of predecessors on the ground.

Obviously, a lot of people have walked here and gone deeper. There is no crisis ahead.

Xuantian and the White Turtle continued to move forward, and after half an hour, the ancient stone chips in the white turtle's small claws suddenly jumped.

"It's a stone chip left by the ancestors, it actually jumped on its own, it must have found something. The white turtle jumped up, and a pair of thief eyes searched around.

Facing it, according to the beating direction of the ancient stone shard, the white turtle found a tooth on the ground, which was yellowish.

"Clay man's teeth?" Xuan Tian exclaimed, and then his eyelids jumped, "Could it be that this tooth is also a holy artifact?"

He stopped the white turtle and told it not to move, and he was worried about it, afraid that this tooth was also a demon-suppressing thing.

Since ancient times, teeth have been sacred objects, the most sacred part of the human body, and can even be used for refining.

Once, Xuantian also obtained God's teeth, and after walking in the Ten Thousand Dry Plains, he used it to suppress the souls of those wolves, which had a miraculous effect.

"It could be a holy thing. The place is somewhat familiar, though, and I seem to have heard it in legends. The white turtle said, his eyes rolling slightly, reminiscing.

Suddenly, its eyes lit up, and it crouched down and picked up its teeth.

Suddenly, the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves rushed up from under the ground, deafening, and stirring the nerves of people's brains.

"Smack!"

The white turtle released its claws, and its teeth fell to the ground on its own. As a result, all unusual sounds disappeared as if they had never existed.

"This ...... Sure enough, it's a holy thing, suppressing the big demon. The white turtle frowned, lost in thought.

On the side, Xuantian was speechless. The voice he heard not long ago was this, and it was the same.

What is certain now is that the voice is there, and it comes from the earth. However, because it is suppressed by a tooth, the sound wave is low.

"The holy thing is thrown on the ground, and it is not possible to suppress what kind of dead thing. Machete muttered.

"Dead thing?" The white turtle blinked, as if thinking of something, and suddenly jumped up, "By the way, I remembered." There was once a Ghost Dragon Emperor here, whose strength was comparable to that of a three-leaf clay man, and after the death of a strong man of this level, it was also very terrifying. ”

"Clover clay man?" Xuantian gasped. There is no doubt that this is an existence comparable to the power of the human race.

"This is an abyssal creature that once invaded our world and died here. The corpse lies beneath the earth. The white turtle said.

Immediately afterward, it added, "Well, a clay man's teeth alone shouldn't be able to hold this corpse." Legend has it that various holy relics were used here, and the Tai Chi Demon Suppression Array was set up to silence this corpse. ”

"What?Tai Chi Demon Suppression Array?" Xuan Tian was taken aback. Heard of this big array.

Legend has it that this great array is so terrifying that it can lock everything up, and even time can't escape.

If ordinary people heard that it would be too ridiculous to lock up a corpse with this large array. But Xuantian saw it differently, he believed the words of the white turtle.

Because, the corpses of some strong people, even after death, are still terrifying.

In the past, the coffin of a human power once floated in endless space. Later, for some unknown reason, the coffin shattered, and the powerful corpse inside fell out, resulting in the crushing of millions of stars, and the corpse fell to the earth along with the corpse.

Such a scene is terrifying, but it is real.

And the Dragon Emperor in front of him, although he has died, his body is still terrifying. Compared to the power of the human race, I'm afraid it's not much weaker. It is not an exaggeration to use the Tai Chi Demon Suppression Array to suppress it.

The white turtle groped, and according to the arrangement method of the Taiji Demon Suppression Array, it turned around in this land for a while.

Sure enough, after half a pillar of incense, it found another clay man's fingernail on the ground, and also found the clay figure's hair, and the clay figure's knuckles in other places.

These are all sacred objects that arrange the Taiji Demon Suppression Array, and after connecting these things one after another, it is an obvious Taiji diagram.

"Good guy, it's really the legendary Dragon Emperor. Such a corpse, I'm afraid it's not something that time can erase. "The white turtle is impressive.

"yes. It's not something that years can destroy. However, when I become strong one day, I will definitely come here and destroy this alien corpse. Xuantian said, a seed of expectation had been planted in his heart.

"Haha. If it was in the Heavenly Absolute Valley, it would have been destroyed by me a long time ago. Who is this god? How can he contain such a small corpse? The white turtle laughed and was in high spirits.

"Lord Turtle is mighty. The little scimitar cheered on the sidelines. Ever since he saw the clay man killed in White Turtle Town, he called the White Turtle Master Turtle, full of admiration.

"Tai Chi Demon Suppression Array, such a creature is also a big deal. It seems to have attacked people, and this corpse has caused headaches for some of the clay figurines. Xuantian teased.

"That's nature, open your eyes and look down for yourself! The white turtle said.

When Xuantian heard this, he glanced at the white turtle curiously, then opened his eyes, looked at the ground, and was really fed by the white turtle. He was really taken aback.

Underground, a yin and yang polar diagram appeared, emitting a glow. And in the center, where the yin and yang fish's eyes are located, there are nearly twenty clay figurines where they are stationed.

Obviously, when this corpse was terrifying in the past, it had alarmed twenty clay figurines who came here to suppress the evil creatures.

"Shamrock clay figurines. Such a strong man is absolutely terrifying. Xuantian sighed, just a corpse was so amazing. Then when he was alive, it was obviously even more terrifying.

"Clover clay man, of course such an existence is amazing. However, you're not even a clay figure now. The white turtle squinted.

Xuantian nodded, agreeing with this sentence. Now he is still in the realm of gods. In the outside world, such strength may not be bad. However, in Xuantian's eyes, he is no longer qualified.

His target was the clay figurines. Only such a strong person can transcend himself and control his life and death.

"Let's go, let's move on. There must be more clues on the road behind, waiting for us to discover. The white turtle urged.

Xuantian did not slack off, and immediately continued to move forward with a small scimitar.

Soon after, they came to a barren mountain. There is a striking boulder here, engraved with a sonorous and powerful handwriting - the clay figure is immortal, and my heart is as dead as ashes.

is a short line of words, but it has exhausted the vicissitudes of life.

From it, it seems that an unwilling voice can be heard, shouting, expressing this inner indignation, as well as the psychological emotions that cannot be vented.

Underneath this line of words, there is also a name left - Baili Chongyang.

Obviously, this man named Baili Chongyang failed in the process of advancing the clay figure at the end.

"Hundred miles of Chongyang, the peerless master of 5,000 years ago, is known as the most outstanding young man of the contemporary generation, and no one can match it 5,000 years ago. The white tortoise said it had heard the name.

"The most outstanding young man back then, he didn't advance to the clay figure, and he was stuck on this level?" Xuantian frowned, looked carefully, and found that there was a pool of dry blood under this big stone.

He called out to the white turtle for the creature to shine on the handwriting, and the dried blood underneath, to see what had happened.

Time flies back to 5,000 years ago. Once, there was a teenager who tried to advance here, but he never touched the threshold, which caused him to have demons.

This young man was Baili Chongyang, he stayed here for three hundred years, and finally he killed himself with a sword and died under this big rock.