Although this environment is not beautiful, it has a quiet and eerie charm.

The boat carried the two men for two hours, and the environment ahead finally changed.

The dense vegetation began to disappear, replaced by a barren red and yellow color, and bursts of black smoke drifted out.

"Volcanic landform?" Chen Zijing looked around curiously, he didn't expect the head helm of the Wanhong Sect to be located in such a place.

As for how to get there by land, almost no one knew, and Chen Zijing could only reach this destination through the Mo family's teleportation array.

"Yes, everyone in the world knows about the Wanhong Sect's Vain Death City and the Hundred Demon Tombs, but very few people who are really not from this sect have been here!" Mo Xiaowan pointed to the huge black shadow that loomed between the volcanoes in the distance.

It was a huge city, black and made of metal.

Although the distance is relatively far, Chen Zijing can still feel its magnificence! The rolling resentment hovers in the sky.

"That's the city of death of my Wanhong Sect. Mo Xiaowan stood up and looked ahead, for some reason, Chen Zijing always felt that this girl was actually a little afraid of this.

The boat continued to move forward, and the ancient city like a giant beast gradually became clear.

And next to it sat countless dense villages, and there were constant wails inside.

"That's" Chen Zijing frowned, looking ahead in doubt.

"We call it the Hungry Ghost Road. Mo Xiaowan patiently explained: "All the outer disciples live there, and they can kill each other wantonly in the same village, both light and dark, and the sect provides them with resources and exercises. ”

"Only the strongest can enter the main gate and become an official disciple. ”

"I see, no wonder the Wanhong Sect is so powerful. Looking at the continuous screams and wails in those villages, Chen Zijing suddenly realized that this was equivalent to raising Gu. In the end, the strongest is the winner.

His mind was spinning as he gazed back at the countless number of villages.

Although this method is cruel, it is very recognized in the heart of Chen Zijing's clone, and martial artists can indeed improve themselves by constantly killing, and they can also make their mood fit with their magic skills.

But Mo Xiaowan shook her head with a little fear: "It's powerful, but what can be cultivated is a group of monsters"

Speaking of this, her expression seemed a little unnatural, as if she had something on her mind, but she didn't want to say it.

Chen Zijing stared at this girl, what she was talking about must be the genius martial artists in her sect, the strength of these guys is really exciting.

The boat gradually passed through some of these villages along the river. You can see some warriors in the village sitting cross-legged outside.

Their eyes flashed with a resolute and cold aura, and Chen Zijing could clearly feel the richness of the rolling murderous aura.

Don't look at Mo Xiaowan as a formal disciple, and she is arrogant on weekdays, but when facing these people, she doesn't even dare to look directly with her eyes flashing.

"Are you worried that there will be official disciples among them, and then you will be jealous of yourself for revenge in the future?" Chen Zijing secretly said in his heart, he could guess some reasons, the memory of a martial artist is extremely strong, and he has the ability to never forget.

And to be able to come out of so many villages. It must be a person who is psychopathic and ruthless to a certain extent, and will do whatever it takes to destroy his opponent, and strength is not the only indicator that determines it.

He looked at Mo Xiaowan, and then at the outer disciples of the Wanhong Sect who were cultivating cross-legged. There was no sadness or joy on his face.

Originally, these martial artists who had killed a lot of sin on weekdays, but after seeing Chen Zijing at this moment, they were all stunned! That feeling can only be sensed by martial artists who have cultivated the way of killing.

These people frowned and looked gloomy. As if encountering a natural predator, some even stood up and stared at the ship hostilely.

Chen Zijing hurriedly hid behind Mo Xiaowan. "What's wrong with them?"

Mo Xiaowan also didn't know why, shook her head and said, "Is it because my strength has grown and I am preparing to attack the martial arts period?"

Chen Zijing's face suddenly showed surprise, and she said enviously: "Miss is going to prepare to attack the martial arts period!?

"Well said!" Mo Xiaowan regained her bold nature again, and sometimes her nerves were so big that they reached a certain level.

After this village, Chen Zijing no longer showed his face, returned to the canopy and sat cross-legged, pretending not to dare to look outside.

Otherwise, if there are more than a few villages, it will inevitably arouse the suspicion of Mo Xiaowan.

The boat continued to move forward for another three hours, and then approached the city of the dead.

There is a small port where ships from many rivers converge in all directions.

The warriors on the ship were all wearing black robes and cloaks, and they couldn't see their faces, and they lined up on the shore in a very orderly manner.

"Put on black. Mo Xiaowan reached out and took out two sets of black clothes with cloaks from her arms, one of which was handed to Chen Zijing.

"I'm going to sacrifice to the Demon Ancestor in a while! It's a rule to wear this kind of black robe. ”

When Chen Zijing heard this, she immediately obediently obeyed, put her clothes on her body, and then followed Mo Xiaowan ashore.

Lined up in the middle of the line, they slowly advanced.

Although all of them were demonic martial artists, all of these people were extremely well-behaved here, and no one dared to deviate.

The two of them stood in the middle of the long black-robed procession, heading towards the city of vain death in front of them.

After walking for less than half an hour, they first came to a strange statue, a golem facing the city of the dead.

It is carved with the image of a demon god with four heads, and the rolling fierce flames roll on its body, as if it is alive, although it is only a statue, it is extremely expressive.

"Why are they somewhat similar to those demon god statues I've seen before......" Chen Zijing's heart kept spinning after looking at the statue.

It's not that he hasn't seen similar demon god statues, including the unicorn-like golem sacrificed by the meat gyroscope when he was on adventure on Bitter Moon Island in the Sea Country, and the two-faced demon god in the ancient Qiang country all have this kind of aura.

That kind of aura is very special, and at the same time, it also makes Chen Zijing jealous.

It's as if it's a living creature that lives in the middle of things, but it doesn't have any breath that a creature should have, but instead contains a murderous aura that devours everything, which is an innate killing aura.

Even if Chen Zijing has cultivated the Nine Turns Blood Demon Skill and experienced countless killings, he can't be compared to him at all in this regard, after all, he is still a human being, with human feelings and reason.

"Worship the Great Demon God Statue-" At this moment, as a sharp voice sounded in front of him, everyone present knelt down.

"Kneel!" Mo Xiaowan looked at Chen Zijing, who was a little stunned, and shouted urgently.

There was a bit of trepidation in this voice, as if there was half disrespect for the Great Demon God, which was a heinous thing. (To be continued.) )