He clenched his fists vigorously, feeling the spiritual power in his body, and a faint smile on his face. Looking around, he discerned the general direction he had come from, and this time he didn't dare to use the lightning flash to walk through the fog so unscrupulously. Fortunately, Du Sheng was prepared, unhurriedly took out the entire stack of smoke escape talismans, urged with spiritual power, and drove several puffs of black smoke on board, galloping away in the original direction of identification. Where the black smoke passed, the fog was surging and surging, as if there were monstrous beasts hidden in it, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, making waves. Halfway through the line, Du Sheng stopped suddenly, his face was solemn, his spirit was divergent, and he looked around noncommittally, but except for what could not be seen clearly in the fog, there was still no movement.

Feeling the feedback sent back to him by his spiritual power, he was more sure of his thoughts in his heart. He secretly said to himself: Sure enough, the cover of this fog is a circle, although the further you go, the safer it is, but I don't know how big the scope of this black fog is, if you walk for ten days and half a month, you can't know it. It's better to go deeper into the tiger and find out, I'm going to see what is hidden inside that can emit such a mist. After making up his mind, Du Sheng no longer hesitated, drove the black smoke and used his spiritual power as a guide to escape towards the center of the black fog.

"Haha, I really expected it to be good, there are indeed some doorways in this fog. Du Sheng stood in the center of the mist and looked down, a palm-sized boundary monument was inserted horizontally in the gap, and bursts of black mist were emitted around the boundary plaque, which was as black as ink and extremely rich. Although the boundary monument kept emitting black mist, the sight was clear for a mile around it.

Du Sheng couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw this, and said in his heart: It turns out that it's just you who are doing weird, and it can disperse black mist, isn't it an ancient treasure. Thinking about it, he reached out to grab it, trying to pull it out, but as soon as his fingertips touched the black mist emitted from the boundary monument, his fingertips stinged incomparably. Du Sheng immediately withdrew his hand, and his face was afraid for a while, if he stretched out half an inch more, it would be difficult to ensure that his fingers were still there. It seems that it is difficult to get a treasure, so let's use the spiritual sense to probe it first. As a result, Du Sheng condensed his spirit, gathered his spiritual power into strands of thin lines, and slowly wound the boundary monument, becoming denser and denser.

"Hey, it seems that I can pull it out, I'll try again. Du Sheng saw that the black mist had not damaged his spiritual power, and that the boundary monument was still a little loose, so he was more relieved and boldly condensed his spirit and wrapped it towards the boundary monument. Lin Feng's spirit was put into the boundary monument, and he quickly refined and occupied it, and the information of the boundary monument suddenly appeared in his mind.

This boundary monument is called the Ancient Monument of the Moment, and it is the eye of the Fleeting Illusion Array. And the Fleeting Illusion Array is the original state of the Ancient Realm Trapped Immortal Array. This ancient monument contains a spiritual mist that can be used to control the spiritual mist and bind others. The essence of this ancient monument is only in the enemy, not the enemy, remember to remember, refining this ancient monument, God and the monument are combined, the monument is damaged, remember to remember. Du Sheng is happy to get the ancient treasure, the heart is happy, under the flow of spirit, the ancient stele appears in his hand, the stele is densely covered with fine lines, giving people a feeling of vicissitudes of the ancient plain; As soon as the spirit moved, the ancient monument disappeared in the dantian, Du Sheng looked inside, at this time the ancient monument was immersed in his own gray spiritual sea, the black mist on the monument was shrouded, and the purple gray mangs surged.

In the center of the black mist, as the ancient monument was refined and put away by Du Sheng, the suction force of the gap mouth slowly increased, and the surrounding black fog continued to surge and was sucked into the crack.

Du Sheng said in his heart: The space crack is recorded in the ancient books, what I didn't say is this, this crack is still very unstable, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time, you have to leave quickly. In the blink of an eye, he drove the black smoke to break through to the periphery. The black fog was no longer under the control of the ancient monument, and the concentration was no longer increasing, and it was absorbed by the spatial cracks, and it was almost dispersed, and the scenery in front of it was also faintly visible.

After continuing to retreat for a while, the fog gradually thinned and gradually dispersed. The front also became empty, and the blue and blue sky appeared, reflecting the broken red earth, broken ruins, dead vines and old trees. Du Sheng looked up at this ruined world, as if it was incomparably desolate and ancient, more like a world that had disappeared on the long river of history and been abandoned.

"It's like an ancient realm that has been abandoned for a long time. Du Sheng muttered in some surprise.

As he spoke, his figure leaped, and he stood still in front of him, looking at the ancient city from afar. There was a bleakness as far as the eye could see, and now the majestic palace had long since disappeared, leaving nothing but piles of earth, bricks, and rubble, and the ancient city had been cut in two by a central blockade, as if it had been broken by a single blow. What a great power it is to destroy a city and bury all the living creatures with a single blow. It is no wonder that the sky is blue, the earth is red, it seems to have a silent roar, suppressing the anger of revenge, blood casting the earth, forehead supporting the green clouds, only the iron bones that cannot be bent, standing up to the heavens and the earth.

Du Sheng looked at the ancient realm blankly, his heart was stirring, and his thoughts were flying, as if he had returned to the past. It took him a long time before he came back to his senses. All I could see were ruins, ruins, collapsed palaces, and bones scattered and buried in the rubble. Seeing this situation, Du Sheng's heart surged with an indescribable sadness, he did not rush to approach the ancient realm, but pondered in place for a while, and countless thoughts that caused the current situation of the ancient realm flashed in his mind. Suddenly, the change in his expression came to an abrupt halt, the purple light in his pupils flashed, and the figure disappeared in place without a trace.

"What a weird place, is this the Zhujing Temple?" Du Sheng walked through the city tower that was divided into two, and on the huge and empty ruins behind the ruins of the city tower, there were mountains of corpses, all of which were hideous, as if the remaining anger had not disappeared, which really made people shudder.

Gently stepping on the rubble, making a "click" sound, from time to time you can also find half of the dry bones and broken hands exposed outside the rubble, the tragic situation is shocking. It is not difficult to speculate that these people in the ancient world are not worldly people, and they are likely to be people who have achieved the Tao, because only by reaching a certain Taoism can the spiritual power enter the bones and wash the marrow, which is the only way to quench the body and refine the body, and everyone in the spiritual cultivation world knows it. It's just that I don't know why these masters of refining the soul have ended up in the wilderness where their bodies have been dumped by others, and the current situation is indeed beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Seeing this, Du Sheng had many questions in his heart, and he couldn't help but say in his heart: This human race's spiritual cultivation world has fallen to the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and everyone can be bullied. It seems that the reality may be far more cruel than imagined. He slowly crouched down, trying to pick up a skeleton abandoned among the rubble, and as his fingertips touched the bones, subtle fluctuations of spiritual power pulsed out of the bones and flowed around his fingertips, like hair. The fingertips felt slightly cool to the touch, and the gray spiritual power in Du Sheng's palm surged out instantly, and the filamentous spiritual power of the fingertips was assimilated by the gray mangs in the blink of an eye, until it was annihilated and dissipated into nothingness. The bones in front of the fingers also turned into fine dust and scattered to the ground. After the spiritual power in the bones was absorbed by his own gray mang, the gray spiritual power in his palm soared, and he kept extending outward and beating, eager to try, as if he had seen something that was greatly nourishing, and he was a little impatient to eat and swallow it.

This is really a miraculous thing, Du Sheng couldn't help frowning slightly, pondering the reason, and said in his heart: There is spiritual power in the bones left by the people of the ancient world, this is not strange, it can be explained. It's just that the spiritual power in this bone can still be absorbed, what the hell is this going on? Spiritual power? Can the spiritual power of different attributes be transformed and blended? It shouldn't work, is it refining and devouring? My spiritual power still has this function? It's really strange. Forget it, since the spiritual power in the bones of the people of the ancient realm can be assimilated and absorbed by me, and it is also very beneficial to the spiritual power in my body to grow itself, then what are you waiting for, suck it.

Thinking of this, Du Sheng's spirits were greatly lifted, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, his eyes wandered around, looking for the target, and he muttered to himself in a heartfelt voice: "It's really good luck, spiritual power falls from the sky, hahahaha." So the question is, do all the people in the ancient realm here have spiritual power in their bones? Hmph, the mountain people have their own clever plan. If it really doesn't work, why don't you try them one by one, anyway, in addition to rubble and loess, the most left here are these scattered bones of the ancient world. ”

He took a few steps steadily, picked up a gray-black skeleton with the thickness of his thumb again, and tried to wrap and absorb it with spiritual power, but it backfired, the gray-black skeleton was stunned and did not move, and no spiritual power overflowed, Du Sheng was very annoyed and threw it out casually. Immediately afterwards, he pulled out a skeleton similar to a thigh bone, and gray spiritual power gushed out, wrapped it, and sucked it violently. The spiritual power in the bones overflowed, and the weight suddenly became lighter, and the bones scattered into dust, drifting with the wind.

"It seems that not every skeleton has spiritual powers, try again. After absorbing more than a dozen bones one after another, Du Sheng gradually got the hang of it.

He found that there was still a distinction between the bones of the people of the ancient world, and in addition to the same age, the color left over from the bones could be a good distinction between the two? Among them, the bones in the bones that were shiny or even pale gold were all containing the spiritual power of the people of the ancient world, and he still absorbed a few of them, without exception; while the other gray and even blackened bones were mostly useless dry bones, why do you say that? Because after several attempts, there were still a few bones that were blackened and had spiritual power. Du Sheng thought about it, this bone color may have something to do with the sect of the deceased that he cultivated during his lifetime, and most of the black bones that could be used should belong to the demon cultivation faction, as the monk has been refining the cloudy demonic qi for many years, causing the demonic qi to enter the body and gradually penetrate into the bone marrow, so the color of the bones after the monk's death will turn black, so that some blackened bones also contain some spiritual power.