Originally, the air was invisible, except in the particularly hot summer season, when you could see the air flowing because of the steaming, but at this time in the autumn mountain forest, the temperature is not hot, and the air is not flowing, but boiling.

It's like boiling water in a kettle at home.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a terrifying vision.

What's even more terrifying is that two shadows can be vaguely seen in the boiling air, and the silhouette should be two people, one is round, the other is very petite, accompanied by a burst of dialogue.

"Brother, are we late?" asked the petite figure cautiously.

"Don't say it......" The round figure sounded a little dejected: "It's definitely a fucking good thing that the bastard surnamed Pei did, this kind of illusion, except for the means of his Yin and Yang family, who else in the same realm can stop me!"

"It's not that you didn't think of me at the beginning, if you use the Cloud Realm Banner, where will there be such trouble, Brother Ximeng will beat you when he comes back. ”

"Don't say it...... Let's find someone first, I heard Xie Ximeng say that the kid has a lot of skin, maybe he's still alive. The round voice was extremely unconfident, and the voice became smaller and smaller.

The words fell, and the two figures in the boiling air had become clearly visible, the petite figure jumped out of the air first, and landed on the soil in the mountains and forests, with short hair over the ears, young and beautiful, and a pair of bright eyes looking around with vigilance.

After a while, the round figure squeezed out of the small wave of air with difficulty, panting and looking extremely difficult, carrying a large flag on his shoulder, like a nail rake carried by a pig demon.

With the appearance of that big flag, the poisonous fog and obstination in the entire mountain forest suddenly dissipated, and in an instant, it was full of mist and a strange fragrance shrouded in it, and even the dense forest that the sun could not penetrate became clear.

The petite girl's lips moved, and she read a secret word, and the large one-person high flag carried by the round fat young man on his shoulder shrank into a palm-sized one, which was included in her sleeve, and at the same time as the flag was withdrawn, the air surging behind her also calmed down.

This flag actually has the miraculous effect of breaking the void and returning to reality, ignoring space, if the fortune teller Zhang of Jinling City is of course here, he will definitely exclaim the innate five-square flag when he sees this flag.

"Oh! what a good place to kill people in the dark moon!" the fat young man sighed as he looked at his surroundings.

"Brother, can you say something auspicious?" said the petite girl as she rolled her eyes.

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People will think or see a lot of things when they are about to die, which is probably a symbol of obsession, but often death is such a thing, people can only experience it once in their life, and few can experience many times of death, it can also be said that this is not death at all, but in an instant of life and death, you will see a lot of things that you can't usually see.

Ning Shu is such a person who has had the experience of walking around on the edge of life and death.

When he was pierced through his heart by a short knife in Xujia Village, Shucheng, he saw his own perception of the world, and a little bit of Huangquan Road.

When he was in a coma in Tushi Palace, an unknown white-bearded old man appeared in his dream, a strange man who claimed to have no heart, a phoenix and a palace above the nine heavens, and endless rain.

Ning Shu didn't know if all the dying people would see such a road, but at this time, he was once again standing on the road of Huangquan that emitted a miserable yellow mist, and on both sides of the road were still white bones, and in the distance two blood-red lantern-like lights hung in the air as they did when they first saw it.

Unlike him, who was still a mortal at that time, Ning Shu, who has now embarked on the road to immortality, sees more different things in his eyes.

Those miserable yellow mist were not like the mist by the river in the morning, but something similar to the aura dharma, and these dharma intentions all poured out from the bones on both sides of the road, and those bones were no longer ordinary corpses, but the bones of a cultivator, and it could even be said that they were the bones of a great cultivator, each of which was not weaker than the corpse of the world's strongest that the tomb ghost found.

Terran, Demon Race...... The demon with horns, the evil ghost with fangs in his mouth, and the disciples of the Western Sect and the big men of the northern grasslands can be vaguely seen, as if all the creatures in the heavens and the earth can be seen here, I don't know the age, I don't know the identity.

There was even more miserable yellow mist surging upwards from the abyss below the road, and if it was these bones that produced the mist, it was hard to imagine how many cultivators' bones were still under the abyss.

This unnamed space is like a dead place, with no life to speak of.

Ning Shu remembered a sentence passed down from the old people:

"Huangquan Road is the road that all living beings in heaven and earth must pass through. ”

More importantly, just like the first time he saw the situation here, Ning Shu seemed to hear something calling him at the end of the road, and the two blood-red lights hanging in the sky seemed to be the eyes of a poisonous snake.

It is difficult for mortals to cross, and if you step on it, you will never go back.

Ke Ningshu is not a mortal now, even if his cultivation is still not high, but since he has come here again, how can he not go up and take a walk.

I don't know if the call at the end of the road confused his heart, at this time, Ning Shu completely forgot that he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and he didn't think about why he came here at all.

Dreams or illusions, or delusions before death?

Ning Shu stepped up, Fifty Strings was held in his hand, the tip of the sword dragged on the ground, he walked forward step by step, Fifty Strings touched the ground, making a slight friction sound.

The moment he stepped on the road, the miserable yellow mist on both sides of the road became thicker and thicker, and the bones in the mist writhed, looking extremely excited, and the sound of bones colliding and rubbing kept sounding, but none of the bones crawled to the middle of the road, as if they were not qualified on this road.

Ning Shu could feel the faint emotions coming out of the bones around him, there was envy, excitement, and joy, they were not dry bones, but like life forms with a little bit of consciousness remaining.

It's like a welcome.

This picture is very strange, a young man walking with a sword on a road full of death, on both sides of the road are all bones glowing with yellow mist, they wave the miserable white bones, as if trying to grab something, and like a cluster of young men walking in the middle of the road, the blood-red light in front of the road stares at the people on this road, and in the abyss below the road, a miserable yellow river with the same color as the fog can be faintly seen, and countless corpses float up and down the river.

The yellow smoke is invisible, the bones are inviolable, Ning Shu lifted his sword forward, his mind was chaotic, if he couldn't still feel the rhythm of the fifty strings in his hand, even he doubted whether he had become a part of the bones on the side of the road.

"Puff"

A huge fish jumped up from the miserable yellow river, and then fell into the river, Ning Shu could see it clearly, although the fish was only left with white bones, it had a pair of crystal clear horns on the top of its head, which was a sign that it was about to turn into a dragon. It is rumored that in the chaotic era, the lord of the Dragon Palace of the Demon Clan once set up a dragon gate, and all the creatures in the world who crossed the dragon gate were all dragon clans, and they had the supreme dragon secret method.

I don't know what age this big fish is, it has the sign of turning into a dragon, and what is even more incredible is that such a powerful creature has actually become a skeleton, which only exists in this mysterious yellow spring.

When he hadn't set foot on this road before, Ning Shu had let go of perceiving the heavens and the earth to sense, but this yellow mist seemed to have the effect of concealing the heavens and the earth, and could only be seen with the naked eye, while perceiving that there was nothing in the heavens and the earth, everything was very real, but except for this yellow spring, the rest of the things were not recorded in the world.

Yellow mist, yellow spring, white bones, red light, this place does not seem to exist in the real world.

Paradoxically, in Ning Shu's own opinion, he is an intruder who came without telling him, but looking at the performance of those bones, he looks like a returnee who has been away from his hometown for a long time.

Ning Shu didn't remember that he had been to this place except for two times on the verge of life and death, all his memories began in Ping'an City, which was a city on earth, and this was a country of death.

After walking a long way, there is a lonely city in front of you, and on the wilderness in front of the lonely city, you can still see corpses, some hanging on tree branches, some half-hidden in the soil, but what is even more strange are those 'things' walking on the road.

The reason why they are called 'things' is because although they are corpses, they are carrying out human activities, and those corpses are like the people lining up in front of the gate of Los Angeles to enter the city, a corpse with dry flesh and bones, or wearing Taoist robes, or wearing battle armor, or riding bone beasts, forming a long line in the wilderness, bustling in a queue towards the lonely city.

The gates were wide open, and there was a yellow mist in the gates, and every white skeleton disappeared as soon as it walked in, as if it were going to a place from which there could never be turned back.

Ning Shu looked at the slowly moving white bones, and a strange feeling appeared in his heart, one of the white bones seemed to sense Ning Shu's gaze, turned his head and smiled at the young man in the distance, and the white teeth were particularly terrifying under the sunlight.

In this place, even the sun in the sky glowed yellow, and the summons that Ning Shu had sensed before came from behind the city gate, as if there was something in that lonely city that attracted him, or rather, something that attracted everything here.

Before he knew it, he was getting closer and closer to the city, and the fifty strings trembled and clanged in his hands.

During this brief period of sobriety, Ning Shu had a very strong intuition that every living creature that walked into the yellow mist of the city gate would be devoured and then turned into a part of the city.

Ning Shu looked up, there was a person standing on the city wall, he couldn't see the person's face clearly with all his strength, but he could feel that the person on the city wall was looking at him.

Just when he was desperately trying to see the man at the city gate, he had already walked to a bridge not far from the city.

On the side of the bridge stood an old woman with gray hair and a hunched body.

The old woman is on a cane in one hand, and a bowl in the other, the bowl is full of yellow mist, every time she passes a corpse bone, the old woman will send the bowl to the mouth of the corpse bone, and the corpse bone gradually grows blood and flesh after drinking the yellow mist in the bowl, although it is still shriveled, but compared to the previous state of decay, there is a strange feeling.

When Ning Shu walked to the bridge, the old woman did not hand over the bowl in her hand abnormally, but looked at Ning Shu with a smile, the wrinkles on her face were all twisted together, and said kindly:

"You're back. ”