In the hall, Ji Xie stood behind the high platform and closed his eyes in some pain. He has entered the underground palace many times, and his divine soul is not strong, otherwise he would not be the leader of the army. Even if it was him, he couldn't suppress the unspeakable disgust after seeing the eyes.

"Wu Dudu, please hold this flag, you can protect the soul of the gods." Ji Xie handed over a long flag.

"There's Brother Lao." Wu Gen arched his hand at Ji Xie, and this time it was he who led someone to escort Wu Gen and the others into the underground palace.

Ji Xie didn't answer, and walked backwards with Wu Yan and the others, and after walking less than a hundred steps, a huge bronze door appeared in front of him, with hideous faces of all sizes engraved on it, lifelike, and almost wanted to get out of the door.

Ji Xie and the four soldiers fell to their knees, muttering words in their mouths, and soon a series of sinuous lights appeared on the dark cyan door, constantly wandering around. The bright light gradually filled the bronze gate, and the heavy two doors slowly opened to the sides, and behind the door was gray and foggy.

"Governor, please let in the Soul Banner." Ji Xie also held a long banner and took the lead in walking towards the thick fog.

Wu Yan looked at Mo Zhibi behind him, and his eager eyes, "Be careful."

Mo Zhibi nodded, clenched the pole in his hand, and through the eyes under him, he had vaguely felt that the place behind the door could threaten his soul.

Stepping into the thick fog, Wu Yan followed the hazy shadow of Ji Xie in front of him, and walked a cup of tea with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

The fog gradually faded, and a large space appeared in front of me. As far as the eye can see, there is no sun or dawn here, the sky and the earth are filled with hazy light, and the ground is gray-yellow gravel, and it is lifeless.

"Governor, be careful," Ji Xie stopped and glanced at Wu Yan meaningfully, "If you go further, there will be a ghost wind, the further you go inside, the stronger the wind, if you can't support it, you can retreat here as soon as possible."

Wu Gen looked into the distance, and in the center of this gravel, there was a faint black undulation, "What is that?"

Ji Xie looked up, his eyes flickering a little, "That is the central stone city of the underground palace, and very few people can walk there. Back then, the three generations of ancestors were successful in the soul path and refined the Black Qi Sword there. Because of this, there is an army, and the Ji family has the strength to push each family sideways, and finally dominate the iron hand.

Every generation of disciples of the Ji family will select some people to enter this place and temper their divine souls, so in Kuntianzhou, the Ji family is also known for their strong divine souls."

Wu Yan nodded and motioned for Ji Xie to lead the way.

Walking on the undulating ground, there was silence all around, not even a trace of wind, and the whole space was like a dead world, with no sign of life in sight.

Suddenly, Wu Yan noticed that the soul banner in his hand swayed slightly, turned his head to look around, and did not notice that the wind was blowing.

"Governor, the ghost wind is rising." Ji Xie's voice came, high and low, and a little distorted.

Wu Gen frowned, and suddenly the soul fire in the soul space trembled, as if an invisible wind swept through it.

After a few dozen more steps, the gravel on the ground became noticeably finer. There was already a strong wind in his mind, and the roar resounded throughout the entire Divine Soul Space.

It was a strange feeling, there was no movement outside the body, not even a strand of hair. The soul banner in his hand was shaking, and the soul space was rumbling.

Rows of arc-shaped soul flags appeared in front of them, neatly inserted on the ground, forming a sparse banner forest, guarding the stone city in the distance.

Under some of the flags, people can be seen sitting cross-legged on the ground. It's just that these people have already turned into a dried corpse. The skeleton's mouth was wide open to the sky, apparently suffering a great deal before it died.

"Dudu, in the past, the Ji family's trials were mostly here, do you want to go further, please decide for yourself." Ji Xie's voice squeezed through the wind and penetrated into Wu Gan's mind.

Wu Yan turned his head and glanced behind him, his eyes seemed to be normal, and his eyes were purring, as if he was quite curious about this place. On the other hand, Mo Zhibi was a little not optimistic, at this time, although he was blessed by the soul flag, his face was already pale.

After all, he is still young, although there are some miracles, but

The spirit is still a little weaker.

Wu Gen pointed to his feet, signaling Mo Zhibi to stop here, while he continued to move forward with Ji Xie.

Seeing Wu Qian's appearance as if he had nothing to do, Ji Xie's eyes showed a hint of strangeness. He has led many members of the Ji family to this place, in fact, this place is the limit of most people.

When he came in, he didn't remind Wu Gan that he still had plans to make this human race who was a threat to the Ji family a little ugly. But up to now, Wu Gen didn't have any discomfort, and couldn't help but let him re-examine this young man.

The two stumbled forward, and Wu Gan's face became paler and paler. With each step, the ghost wind suddenly became stronger, constantly tearing Wu Gan's soul. The soul fire is like a bonfire in the wind, swaying in all directions, as if it may be extinguished at any time.

Wu Gan's body was tightly constricted, and his waist was rickety, but in fact, his body was not half damaged at this time. It's just that the spirit reacted out of instinct, trying its best to cohesively resist this ubiquitous ghost wind, and even the body also appeared abnormal.

The further he went, the more ugly Wu Gan's face became, as if he was in a furious sandstorm, large and small sand and gravel, like countless handfuls of sand and gravel, constantly cutting and polishing the soul, and the bitterness inside, it was really more painful than torture.

Ji Xie's face is also a little unsightly, he is a person who has entered the underground palace many times, and he knows the pain. There are many people who can't bear this kind of severe pain, and they flee in all directions in a madness, but they will die faster under the ghost wind, and their souls will be torn into soul sand by the ghost wind, and they will become a speck of dust in this underground palace.

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Over the years, as more and more people died in it, the ghost wind became more and more violent, so that no one was able to reach the location of Stone City for many years.

It's not that no one wants to jump to Stone City by taking a step up from the realm, but then they will die faster. From a calm place to a place where the ghost wind is raging the most, no matter how good your cultivation is, you can't resist this soul-destroying wind. Only by walking to Stone City step by step like this and gradually adapting to it can it be possible to earn a glimmer of life.

Wu Gan's spirit had not completely dispersed, so he could only walk all the way forward, towards a place where the wind was stronger.

Suddenly, Ji Xie felt something in his heart, and when he turned his head, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Mu Ji carried Mo Zhibi after the two, and there were vague human figures surrounding the side, resisting these ubiquitous winds. The figures were a little blurry on the outside, apparently worn by the ghostly wind.

Wu Yan glanced back, and finally settled down in his heart. Because he still has to control his eyes and find the existence of the evil god in his soul. With the magic power of the eye, it is naturally possible to be farther away, but it is always more reassuring to be closer.

If he let the eyes do things indiscriminately, Wu Yan was afraid that even if he could block the ghost wind, he would be played to death by the eyes. It is like a child with a heavy weapon in his hand, even if he has no intention, he can kill mercilessly, and only Mo Zhibi can restrain one or two.

The stone city in front of it gradually grew larger, and at this time, it could be seen that this was actually a strange stone forest. There are collapsed cliffs, towering stone pillars, and scattered streets and alleys that are tortuous and deep, as if it is a bottomless labyrinth.

Wu Gan's face was already distorted in pain at this time, and his soul was like a ball of loose cotton wool, and the outer layer was torn by the ghost wind and trembled, turning into wisps, with only a thin connection between them.

Ji Xie's face was also pale, even if he had been here many times, he was a little unbearable at this time, "Dudu, this place should be almost there, and if you go any further, I'm afraid there will be danger." Once the spirit is dissolved, even if it survives, it will turn into a demented existence."

Wu Gen felt his own divine soul for a moment, and shook his head slightly, such a level of ghost wind is not enough to find the traces of the evil god, this is like finding a thread hidden in a pile of threads, without messing up the thread, I am afraid that this thin thread will not be found at all.

Holding a long flag, Wu Gan walked forward silently like those ascetic people in the world, leaving a series of mottled footprints behind him. Ji Xie sighed, hesitated for a moment and followed.

Finally, the three of them and one beast came to the edge of the stone city, and Ji Xie's face was full of blood beads. Although the body was not injured, the spirit was damaged

It will be imprinted on the flesh.

Among the three of them, only Mo Zhibi was still better because he was protected by the eye, but the figures surrounding him had become a little sparse. Of the more than 100 eyes on the body, more than 20 have been closed.

"Governor, enter the Stone City, I'm afraid I won't be able to speak again. If there is anything wrong with it, please return it as soon as possible." Ji Xie's voice was as small as a gnat, and if there was no echo in Wu's ears. Ji Xie was already a little difficult to ride a tiger at this time, originally he was just going through the motions, how could he have thought that Wu Jian could go so far, he didn't dare to go deep into the stone city, how many years, how many people can get out of it.

Wu Gan's face was tightly pressed together, he wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, and nodded slowly. Glancing behind him with some concern, Mo Zhibi sat upright on Mu Ji, holding a long banner and signaling to Wu Gan's chin.

"Let's go." Wu Yan snorted and took the lead into the stone city. At the entrance of the stone city, two gray stone figures stood at the entrance, their bodies twisted together like old vines in the mountains, their heads held high, as if they were howling in the sky.

In the stone city, there are dangerous cliffs and rocks everywhere, steep and towering, such as the charm of the ghost in the world, and the words of the world are difficult to describe its solemn appearance.

As soon as he entered the stone city, the whistling sound of the ghost wind suddenly became louder, stirring up patches of black sand like mist. The soul space was already loud, echoing with the strange cries of various fierce beasts, the cries of babies, and the sinister laughter of women, which overwhelmed people and made them feel like they had entered hell.

The black sand hit the person's body, Wu Gan's complexion changed suddenly, and one picture after another appeared in his mind. The fragments of life of all kinds of people constantly impact Wu Gan's mind, the picture is chaotic and rapidly changing, there are men and women, old and young, as if different lives are cut into leaves, and huhula breaks in.

At this time, he knew that where these black sand were sand, they were people who died here, and their souls were torn to pieces, and due to the strange environment of the stone city, they manifested in the world and turned into this long black sand.

The soul has been torn into wisps of shreds, and under the severe pain, Wu Gen can no longer recognize everything around him at this time, like a walking corpse, completely forgetting the purpose of this trip, and can only staggered forward numbly.

I don't know how long it took, Wu Gan's tattered mind moved, and a vague figure squeezed into it. This is a reminder to himself that if he moves forward, he may not be able to support it again.

Wu Gen turned his head slowly, his movements were as slow as an old man in his last years, looking at his eyes little by little. It's like a porcelain doll with countless cracks, for fear that one will turn into a pile of pieces if you are not careful.

Behind him, Ji Xie had disappeared, and he didn't know when he withdrew from the stone city. There were only more than 70 figures left in the eyes, like a broken screen protecting their own body.

Mo Zhibi sat on the back of his eyes, two lines of blood and tears snaked on his clean face. Despite the protection of the eyes, as the figure decreased, the soul wind still affected him. can come to this point, Mo Zhibi can be regarded as talented.

Wu Yan nodded, slowly sat down against a rooster-shaped stone beside him, and gestured to Mo Zhi's arm.

Mo Zhibi bent down and rested his head tightly on Mu Ji.

His eyes, which were still open, suddenly brightened, and Qi Shabu looked at Wu Gan, who was sitting on the ground.

With a long breath, Wu Gan opened the Qingwei umbrella and slowly closed his eyes, "I'm here, evil god."