Soon, all the disciples of the five factions and ten sects who participated in this exchange meeting stepped into the ring.

Ziyang Zhenren, the deputy owner of the Tianlou Building, waved his sleeves, and nearly 100 streamers flew accurately in front of each participant.

"This is a first-order boundary breaker."

"Before going to the Gray Land, there are some things that your master may have told you, but the old man still has to repeat them."

"You are all the future of your respective sects, in the Gray Domain, once your life is in danger, don't hesitate to use the first-order boundary breaking talisman immediately."

"You must know that although the reward is good, your own safety is the most important thing."

"The one who kills the core demon of the Gray Domain is the leader of this exchange meeting, and he can get a chance to ask the Heavenly Monument to comprehend once."

"So, get ready to go!"

In mid-air, Ziyang Zhenren swept the dust in his hand, and a wave of mana lifted up nearly a hundred participants in the ring, and then, he blew lightly, forming a large cloud of white clouds, causing all participants to fall on top of the white clouds.

Below, many of the people above the foundation who came with their own disciples attending the meeting were shocked.

"Exhale into a cloud, to virtualize the real, the mana has a trace of true yang rudiments, just this hand, it can be seen that Ziyang Zhenren's cultivation has become more and more profound over the years."

"yes." Someone echoed and sighed: "Thinking about it, Ziyang Zhenren is not far from the Yang God Realm. ”

"Yang God, ......"

Duanmu Shuyi, who was sitting on the gilded purple gourd, pouted: "Heh, Ziyang Lao Dao still likes to show off so much." ”

On the side, Zhang Yingxiu, who heard the surrounding discussions, said curiously: "Uncle Shi, Ziyang Zhenren is about to become a Yang God?" ”

"It's that simple." Duanmu Shuyi shook his head and said: "The Yin God achieves the primordial spirit, condenses the mana, and the soul can swim away from the body, fly to the sky and the earth, and practice in the moon." At this point, Taoists can be called 'real people', and Buddhism can be called 'Arhats'. ”

"But the soul of the Yin God True Person is still weak and cannot see the Great Sun, so he mostly fights with the Yuan Shen to control the magic weapon, and does not dare to let the Divine Soul be directly exposed to the Great Sun."

"Only by achieving the Great Realm of the Yang God, transforming the soul from pure yin to yang, and having a pure yang mana like the abyss, can it be called 'free'!"

"This Ziyang Old Dao seems to have a trace of true yang in its mana, but in fact, it is just the result of exercises, and it is ...... away from the Yang God."

Duanmu Shuyi didn't say everything, after all, this is on someone else's territory, and he still has to give a little "face" to the deputy owner of Tianlou.

"Let's not discuss this, let's go, let's go over and have a look." Duanmu Shuyi didn't say anything more, and drove the gilded purple gourd into the air.

……

Under the white clouds, about a quarter of an hour, the participants were taken to a barren mountain by Ziyang Zhenren.

It is a bare stone mountain, and among the surrounding mountains, it stands out from the crowd.

The white clouds fell, and everyone landed on the platform on the top of the mountain, Ziyang Zhenren was suspended in mid-air, pointing to a cave at the edge of the mountain that could easily be missed without looking carefully, and said with a smile: "Everyone, please enter this cave, in the deepest part of the cave, there is a cold pool, and that is the entrance to the gray domain." Jump into the pool to enter the gray field. ”

"In this gray area, there is already a 'heavenly eye' laid by the heavenly tower, which can monitor the internal situation from the outside world, so you can compete and fight, but please stop at the point, the loser will leave the scene by himself, don't do malicious slaughter, cause people to be disabled, otherwise even if you leave the gray area, it will be difficult to escape the blame."

"That's all I have to say, ladies and gentlemen."

Everyone on the platform on the top of the mountain, you look at me, I look at you, for a while, no one moved.

But the next moment, a grim young man with a sword stepped forward and walked into the cave first.

"It's Ouyang Qingfeng, the 'Heavenly Frost Sword' of the Sword Worship Sect."

Someone in the crowd recognized the identity of the sword-wielding cold young man and whispered.

"It turned out to be him, sharper than the rumored edge."

With the beginning of the "Heavenly Frost Sword" Ouyang Qingfeng, everyone entered the cave in turn according to the distance.

The range of [Thin Gray Domain] is extremely wide, the smallest one is almost a village, and the larger one is even close to a township, and it has almost no effect if you enter early and enter late for a short while.

What's more, it is not necessarily a good thing to enter early, and advanced people face danger first.

Wang Changsheng stepped into the cave almost in the middle of the crowd.

The dimly lit cave was not deep, and it was only thirty or forty paces before it reached the deepest part of the cave, in which a bowl of round pools was upside down, reflecting a faint gray light in the light cast by the small cracked mouth at the top.

After a slight pause in his footsteps, after briefly observing the surroundings, Wang Changsheng jumped into the waterhole.

"Poof".

The moment he entered the water, he did not feel the imaginary feeling of the water clinging to his skin and soaking through his clothes, and the feeling that this pool of water gave him was not so much water as something like a creeping gas.

When it brushes its body, it seems that countless pairs of tiny hands are caressing against the skin, making people stand on end.

Fortunately, the feeling was only for a moment.

It was dark and bright, and when Wang Changsheng regained his vision, he found himself in a dilapidated thatched hut.

The thunder of "boom", accompanied by the sound of raindrops crackling on the thatched roof, broke into his perception for the first time.

Wang Changsheng concentrated, his right hand was always on the saber at his waist, and as soon as there was any trouble, he would immediately draw the sword.

After observing for a few breaths, there was no attack, but the thunder and rain outside the house became more and more intense, Wang Changsheng exhaled lightly and lowered his guard slightly.

He looked at the thatched hut in front of him.

A faint musty smell wafted through the air, a strange smell emitted by objects such as thatch and wood soaked in water for a long time.

Here, it's been raining heavily for a long time?

This thought came to Wang Changsheng's mind, and immediately, his gaze fell on a thin boy curled up in the corner with his head down.

He's dead.

The exposed skin showed various dark spots, as well as a dead grayish white, as if the slightest touch would shatter into ashes.

Ordinary people who have not been able to transform into gray corpses?

It seems that before he died, he suffered from a similar disease?

Wang Changsheng sighed.

He looked at the boy's right hand, which was hanging to the ground.

Even when he died, the boy's right hand still held a string of small purple flowers.

Wisteria flowers?

The pure purple color is so vivid in a world where most things are pale and gray.

Wang Changsheng leaned down and said softly: "Rest in peace, I will avenge you and make the culprit who caused all this pay the price he deserves." ”

His fingers touched the somewhat hairy wisteria flowers.

In an instant, the boy's body fell to the ground like weathered sand, and only the dazzling purple wisteria flowers seemed to be trying to exude their own color, flashing, flashing, until it was completely extinguished.