The Hell Mountain Range was shocked, unpredictable, and the monks of the Tian Yuan Continent gathered around, densely packed, and full of human heads at a glance.

The imminent invasion of the Crape Myrtle World, the great changes in the Hell Mountains, and the signs of such a great change have worried some of the elderly monks, who have lived long enough to see many things out of the ordinary, but they have not said anything.

There are also some monks who are full of indifference, and the sky has fallen and there is a tall mind, and now seeing the changes in the Hell Mountain Range, it is very likely that a small world is about to manifest, and the greedy thoughts in their hearts are blazing, everyone knows that in the endless universe, there are many mysterious small worlds, there are treasures that are not available outside, if you can get it, you will get rich overnight, or once you will cultivate to a great progress.

Finally someone is on the adventure.

A middle-aged monk, with a hideous face, fierce and crazy eyes, and a blood-colored aura that lingers around his body, at first glance, he is murderous, cruel and vicious, this kind of person can be said to be an outlaw.

"Haha, a small world is about to appear, where can there be less treasures!"

He laughed wildly, his expression was extremely excited, and he stepped out, his figure was like a green rainbow, and he disappeared directly into the dark fog.

Almost at the same time, hundreds of monks, most of them casual cultivators, also rushed in with their own means.

On the Feiyun Divine Boat, many supreme figures of the Sect Leader gathered together, watching these people rush in without saying a word. There are heavy treasures in the small world, how can they not know this kind of common sense, but the changes in the Hell Mountain Range this time are too terrifying, and they have no bottom in their hearts, now it's okay, it's a good thing for someone to go and explore the way.

Both eyes were focused on the black mist in front of them, trying to see what was the mystery in it.

In less than ten breaths, a terrible scream came from the black mist.

"What the hell, go away!"

"Don't come here!"

The screams of horror made people feel furious, and they didn't know what terrible things had happened in the black fog, screaming again and again, and then, a figure rushed out of the black fog frantically, and the heavy gasp was like thunder.

However, at the last moment, the man still did not break out of the range shrouded in the black mist, fell heavily to the ground, and never got up again.

In the void, the eyes of the Yuan Qi Immortal lit up, and he suddenly stretched out one hand, and the heavy immortal light formed a huge palm, which grabbed it from ten miles away, probed into the black mist, and dragged the person out.

Hiss!

Many monks took a wild breath of cold air, and a chill welled up in their hearts. An extremely tragic scene appeared in front of their eyes, this person did not have a piece of good flesh on his body, the skin and flesh were gone, the white bones were dim, and the whole body turned into a skeleton, some blood streaks were faintly hanging on the body, and wisps of jet-black air flowed around the white bones.

Terrifying, at this moment, everyone can fully imagine what a terrible scene in the black fog, the dragon spirit and tiger man rushed into it, but in a dozen breaths, all the essence and flesh of the whole body were completely corroded, and only a white skeleton remained, and the white skeleton was washed and corroded by the black air current, and it turned into a cluster of bone powder in less than a moment.

"The black mist here is an extremely corrosive and powerful aura, terrifying!"

An old man was rickety, his hair and beard were about to fall out, but his eyes were shining, and a sentence slowly came out of his mouth.

"There's probably a terrible monster in it, a monster!"

Another monk expressed his speculation.

Time passed, many monks stood around the Hell Mountain Range, but they did not dare to step into the range of the black fog, there was no way, although the monks fought with the sky, but for this mysterious and terrible black fog, they still knew too little, there was no means of resistance at all, and entering it was also in vain to die, as long as this kind of thing was not a fool, no one would do it. It's just a pity for the greedy group of pathfinders just now.

Not to mention that the monks of the Tian Yuan Continent are in a dilemma here, just to say that Wang Gan, when he entered the Hell Mountain Range to practice on a whim, such a great change occurred in less than a month.

Wang Gan was standing on the top of a mountain at that time, feeling the mysterious qi in the Hell Mountain Range, but in the blink of an eye, there was darkness in front of him, and countless pitch-black cracks suddenly appeared in the sky above the entire mountain range, within a radius of thousands of miles, and then a heavy black qi rushed out, and in less than a few breaths, it filled the entire mountain range, and all the living beings in this place were all extinct, becoming a white skeleton, as well as many ancient trees and plants, which also underwent great changes in an instant. Under the black mist, these plants were almost transformed from the essence of life. Wang Qian looked at it, and the huge plants in front of him all turned into pitch black, faintly swallowing black mist, emitting a faint brilliance.

"Not good!" The next moment, Wang Qian exclaimed, he felt that his life flesh and blood essence was constantly flowing, and in the blink of an eye, his skin became loose and gray, this situation was too terrifying, as if he himself had aged dozens of years in an instant, and the years were instantaneous!

A trace of panic flashed in his heart, such a situation Wang Qian had never seen before, with his cultivation of the Nine Turns Refining Body Technique, this ancient scripture, and devouring and refining the Huangquan River, practicing the Nine Turns of the Yellow Spring Holy Body, the blood and qi were incredible, the flesh was refined like divine iron, even if the ordinary magic weapon hit the body, it could not scratch his skin a little, I didn't expect that the black fog here was so terrifying, and in the blink of an eye, he fell into a desperate situation. He knew that within a moment, his flesh and blood essence would be corroded by this black mist, and the whole person would die completely.

However, after experiencing many life and death crises, Wang Qian understands very well that the more times like this, the more he must be calm and not mess with himself, otherwise he will really be hopeless.

He never thought that his mind could run so quickly, and in an instant, he didn't know how many thoughts had turned in his heart, and all kinds of methods and magical powers flowed through his heart.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, Wang Gan's body was in a trance, and the next moment, the one standing in place turned into his zombie clone, this second elemental god, dressed in a black robe, lifeless, extremely cold, and the surrounding black fog completely blended together, partly with each other.

At the same time, the ubiquitous corrosive power could not be felt at all, but Wang Qian felt that the black fog around him was also a kind of vitality, full of mysteries, and this time he knew that he had made the right bet.

At the juncture of life and death, Wang Qian finally thought of a way, that is, to manifest in the world as his own zombie clone, a zombie is a creature that is neither alive nor dead, but in the final analysis, death still occupies most of it, and his clone itself is a product of death.

Sure enough, Wang Gan's zombie clone was like a fish in water in this environment, without a little discomfort, and after a little operation of the immortal secret codex, Wang Gan felt as if he had turned into a deep black hole, and the endless black fog around him came heavily, turning into a hideous black dragon, he let out a long roar, opened his mouth and swallowed it, a dark divine light flickered around him, and the huge black mist was refined by him into an immortal true element, and turned into his own power.

At this time, Wang Gan's feeling is very good, his zombie clone has never felt so comfortable since he practiced, in the past, whether it was swallowing the moonlight divine light, or absorbing the life essence of living beings, he felt the subtle disharmony of a middle-aged man, but at this time, these black fogs in front of him, in his opinion, are simply too cute, almost a tailor-made cultivation blessed land for him, a year of cultivation here, I am afraid that the outside world will not be comparable for ten years.

What a terrible concept!

Time passed, Wang Gan sat cross-legged on the top of the pitch-black peak, surrounded by black dragons, these dragons were all turned into the surrounding black mist, condensed to the extreme, and the powerful corrosion and destruction of the death aura was overwhelming, if it was an ordinary cultivator, in such an environment, I am afraid that a breath of time would be corroded into a piece of dust.

But Wang Qian is not afraid, his zombie clone is completely able to control this kind of energy vitality, and he is constantly refining his own power, this is a kind of fate, chance.

When he first practiced the Great Law of the Wheel of Life and Death, even Wang Qian didn't expect that when his cultivation broke through to the realm of the Yuan Fetus, he would differentiate into a second Yuan God and directly form a zombie body.

But just today, it's all worth it, the zombie clone is constantly absorbing the black mist vitality, and the mysterious qi contained in it is constantly emerging in his heart, coupled with the scripture content of the immortal secret codex, so that he suddenly gave birth to infinite feelings, wisps of clear wisdom light flickered in his divine court of consciousness, and a blood-colored figure sat upright in his mind, and below was a blood-colored lotus, and endless runes were imprinted on it, swallowing and exalting mysteries, blooming brilliance, this is the primordial fetus of his zombie clone, and compared with the body, it is even more strange and unpredictable。

And Wang Gan's body, next to the blood-colored lotus, the two bodies and souls are connected, and now the perception of the zombie clone, his body can also feel it at the same time.

"What kind of vitality energy is this black mist, the level is very high, almost more mysterious than ordinary ancient qi, I'm afraid compared to immortal qi, it's not too far behind. ”

Wang Qian felt puzzled in his heart, although this black mist is a terrifying and incomparably powerful energy, but it contains all kinds of mysterious qi machines, corrosion, death, destruction, all kinds of mysterious Dao rhymes can be sensed from it, this is simply equivalent to a miniature version of Tai Chi Divine Spring, which contains Dao rhyme, what a precious vitality?

It's a pity that this kind of energy can only be enjoyed by Wang Gan's zombie clone, and ordinary monks enter here and turn to ashes in a blink of an eye, and there is no other end.

A few days later, the black fog of the Hell Mountain Range became even thicker, the power of corrosive death greatly increased, and the black dragon around Wang Gan became even more hideous and terrifying, and pieces of scale armor were manifested, with a heavy rhyme and extremely weird, as if they were about to come to life.

And Wang Gan has gained a huge amount, his original immortal true yuan, although it is also pure and vigorous, but after all, the absorbed energy is mixed, and it cannot be perfect, this is good, with endless black fog support, Wang Gan has completely condensed his own true yuan, in the sea of knowledge, the yuan fetus is even more miraculous, there is a round of blood moon hanging behind his head, noble and cold, above the blood lotus under the seat, the runes are dense, there are hundreds of millions, the rhyme is pervasive, and the glory is everywhere, shining on the sea of knowledge.