Time to pass.

When Jiang Dao and the two entered the Foggy Grand Canyon and hid for the time being.

Outside the entire Grand Canyon, human figures flickered, and powerful figures jumped out one after another, densely packed, there were dozens of them, each of them was muscular and had a huge breath.

They either wore shawls, or bare their chests, or they breathed wildly.

Everyone has all kinds of marks on their bodies, whether it is a small golden sword, or a golden magic lamp, or a small golden tower.

Without exception, they are all seed-level masters in the Hades Temple.

The body has been transplanted with a god seed, and its strength is profound.

"All the searches within a radius of two hundred miles, he must be hiding in the Misty Grand Canyon!"

An old man with bald hair and a somewhat grim face stared closely at the foggy area in front of him, and spoke in a cold voice.

"The Foggy Grand Canyon... The environment inside is complicated, there are a lot of masters, and there are even gods who cut themselves off, if we go in and search, I'm afraid that the people inside will not necessarily give us face..."

A man more than three meters tall next to him with long blond hair whispered.

He was muscular, unusually burly, and looked like an iron tower.

Finger-thick blood vessels can be clearly seen on the skin, hideous and terrifying, like a dragon.

"It's about, or... Inform the Ancestor, how about it? ”

A tall woman, about two meters tall, asked.

She has a slender body, vigorous and powerful, with long black hair like ink, and a wild temperament that is difficult to hide.

The others also looked at each other, their hearts rolling, and finally nodded slowly.

In this case, it's best to say hello to the ancestor.

Otherwise, if they rashly entered the Grand Canyon, they were afraid that if Fang Tianba was not caught, they themselves would be devoured alive by the life inside.

Thinking of this, someone immediately took out a bronze ancient mirror, mysterious and unpredictable, with a simple back pattern, and began to urge to contact his own ancestors.

…

Time passes silently.

Several days passed.

Jiang Dao and the thin bamboo pole man beside him were hidden in the dim Grand Canyon.

After a few days, it was obvious that the originally silent Crack No. 9 began to gradually emerge and wander around.

"Lord, the time is getting closer and closer, and tonight should be the time for the mutual market."

Jing Huang, the thin bamboo pole next to him, said.

After a few days in a row, in order to ensure his life, he had to swear a blood oath and recognize Jiang Dao as the master, otherwise with Jiang Dao's terrible temperament, it was really possible to kill him at any time.

"At night..."

Jiang Dao muttered to himself and nodded slightly, "Okay, just wait until evening." ”

He was about to see if the Grand Canyon of the Mist could get what he needed.

A few hours passed quickly.

There were noticeably more and more figures wandering around.

It's several times more than before.

Not only that, but an even more bizarre scene appeared.

Patches of secluded mist suddenly rose out from all directions, curling in the slightest, with an ominous aura, and actually gradually shrouded this area, leaving only a vacant space with a radius of dozens of zhang.

Beyond the air, there is a thick fog that blurs vision.

Jiang Dao couldn't help but show a different color.

"On the third day of every month, there will be a fog rising in the canyon, and it is precisely because of this that everyone chooses to trade here, because in this way, if you get the treasure and turn around, the probability of being tracked will be much smaller."

Thin bamboo pole Jing Huang said.

I see.

Jiang Dao nodded slightly.

The figures swayed in the gray mist, and many people converged towards the strange air.

Obviously, the time for the mutual market has officially begun.

"Daddy, is the location of the mutual market here?"

There was a timid voice in the gray mist of the mist.

A young and beautiful girl shuddered, her neck subconsciously shrunk, and she tightly grasped the arm of the middle-aged man next to her.

Walking in the gray mist, she couldn't see the road ahead, but she could clearly feel that there seemed to be a lot of ill-intentioned eyes on her from all directions.

The eyes were full of aggression, and for a while, she felt like she was not wearing clothes. "Let you stay at home, stay at home, you have to not listen, now you know that you are afraid."

The middle-aged man next to him was in his forties, dressed in a green robe, with an exceptionally burly body, a little uneasiness in his eyes, looking around vigilantly, speaking in a low voice, and reprimanding the girl.

"I'm not thinking about the family business, either."

The girl said aggrievedly.

"Okay, remember one sentence, don't say more here, just watch more, don't let people see that you are a rookie who comes in for the first time, otherwise you don't know how to die if you die."

The middle-aged man's tone was solemn, "Most of the people hiding here are some monsters, some are some soul killers who have lived for hundreds of years, and some are some thousand-year-old evil spirits, thousand-year-old evil spirits..."

"Okay, second brother, don't scare her too much."

A slightly older middle-aged man next to him couldn't help but comfort.

"Big brother, I'm not scaring her, but the truth, if we blindly spoil her and let her mess around, I'm afraid that even we will be in trouble!"

The middle-aged man from before spoke.

The man next to him suddenly shrugged helplessly and said no more.

As they approached the front, suddenly, an eerie and terrible aura appeared not far away, like an endless dark hell, about to devour people.

The faces of the group all changed suddenly, and they took a step back.

I saw a strange figure in a black robe walking from not far away, his eyes were indifferent, he couldn't see his face clearly, and he walked towards the air in front of him without looking at them.

Dressed in black robes, hunting and flying, it is like a strange vortex that wants to devour the souls of others.

"What a terrible breath..."

The girl clung to her father's arm.

"Thousand Hands Blood Slaughter!"

The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed, staring closely at the black-robed figure, and whispered, "It's actually him, after so many years, he's still here..."

"Thousand-handed blood slaughter, a character from a thousand years ago, it is suspected that he has already sat down to dust and returned to dust, and the earth has returned to the earth, he is still alive, how did he do it?"

The man next to him also showed surprise.

"Thousand-Hand Bloodslaughter?"

The girl's eyes widened in surprise, full of disbelief.

He had seen this name in ancient books at home, a thousand years ago in the Dayu Heavenly Empire, he was extremely fond of swallowing blood and food, and every time he appeared, he would always slaughter thousands of people before he stopped.

A thousand years ago, in the Dayu Heavenly Empire, he was a well-known demon and a great power.

Later, the Great Yu Heavenly Dynasty summoned seven or eight masters of the same level to kill him, and the major spirit removal families also celebrated it in a big way.

I didn't expect this demon to be alive!

And hiding in the ruins?

"Forget it, don't talk about it, don't be heard by him."

The middle-aged man whispered.

Over the years, the Endless Ruins have become more and more terrifying.

All kinds of old monsters that have been dead for many years are frequent.

Each one can tug at people's heartstrings and surprise people.

Just as they were walking towards the front, suddenly, a tragic and terrifying aura appeared in the right rear, and the red light rolled, as if a sea of blood came out of the thick fog, making people hallucinate in front of them, and vaguely saw a lot of monsters and unjust souls with teeth and claws.

But soon these breaths began to disappear, and out came an old man with a thin body, only about 1.6 meters, with long red hair, and his hair and beard were all red.

The strange thing is that on his chest, there is actually an extra head.

It's just that this head is extremely small, only like an adult fist, with scarlet skin, eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and facial features, which looks extremely weird.

"Two-headed Ghost King!"

The middle-aged man's heart was shocked, and he almost exclaimed.

Another terrible monster!

"It's him, he's still alive."

The middle-aged man next to him was equally surprised.

The two-headed ghost king is not an evil spirit, but a spirit slayer, but he has developed a strange secret technique to transplant his own brother's soul into his body, and the two share one.

Not only that, but his own brother actually grew a head.

During the battle, the head on the chest is extremely strange and is said to be able to devour people's souls.

This monster is a character from 800 years ago, and it is said that the old Heavenly Master of Tianshi Mountain was killed, but I didn't expect it to be hiding here all the time.

The girl next to her shuddered.

This foggy Grand Canyon is indeed a place where monsters like to stay.