Encountering the Land of the Dead is not a completely bad thing.

The formation of a place of absolute spirit does not often mean isolation from the outside world, or some kind of barren place, on the contrary, it is precisely because there must be a source that absorbs the surrounding aura.

Although the concentration of aura in Fulongling can only be said to be an entry-level in the outside immortal cultivation realm, it is still not easy to absorb the aura in an area in such an environment.

Combined with the information obtained before, in fact, to put it bluntly, there is only one possibility left, the spiritual energy of this place belongs to the strange fire formed by the combination of the earth's core flame and the dragon vein.

It's just that what makes her wonder is why weeds can still grow in such a place where there is no longer the existence of aura.

Lu Xingyao is also really ambitious.

Whether it is the records of Master Mo, or the knowledge that Changning has obtained in the sect, they only have an understanding of the place of the Absolute Spirit but have no real contact, and this kind of situation where their own aura is also in a state of blockage, in fact, it does not exist in any of their sights and hearings, and the closer they are to the strange fire, the more they put themselves in a state where their lives hang by a thread.

Even though the associated crystals of the different fire and the messenger of the different fire give people the illusion of self-awareness, but in fact, even if the different fire has a spirit, it is not a human after all, and theoretically speaking, the subjugation of the different fire will more or less have the so-called eye edge or the factor of the opportunity to cultivate immortals, but when the strength is insufficient, the different fire will not care whether you are good-looking or not.

She is not in a hurry to move forward, in this place where spiritual power cannot be used, she still has an advantage over others, that has always shown a strange restless ability, and can still play a little role at this time, although it is discounted a little because she is not very obedient, but anyway, there is a little bit of attack beyond ordinary people, even if it is a slight difference, it is enough to make people feel a little more secure.

In such an environment, I am afraid that those who have something to rely on will not dare to go too fast.

She crouched down, ripped a piece of her dress off her hand, and reached out to a weed, pulling it off. The small clump of green spread out on the fabric of her palm was in a diametrically opposed state to the environment here, and what passed into her palm through the fabric was a frosty breath that could freeze the heat, but there was no sign of the appearance of the plant.

Her fingers were slightly numb, and she subconsciously dropped the thing on the ground, and a little trace of frostbite was already faintly visible where her fingertips were in contact with the weeds through the fabric.

Due to the dual effects of cultivation and supernatural abilities, her body is far more able to withstand the changes of cold and heat than ordinary cultivators in this cultivation stage, even if the aura cannot operate here, but the physical fitness will not change because of this.

This thing is indeed a bit powerful.

She wanted to take a little of the plant back to her knowledge, but she retracted it when her eyes touched the weed that had fallen to the ground, the leaves that had left the rhizome were withering at a rate that was almost visible to the naked eye, and the weeds that had looked a little wilted were curling and yellowing from the tips until they were completely reduced to ashes.

It is obviously impossible to say that the growth of this plant has nothing to do with this place.

Unable to figure it out for a while and unable to find a suitable way to bring it back, she had no choice but to write it down and keep going.

It's a quiet place, and there's always some other movement on the road above, even if it's a place where no one is around.

For example, the sound of those spars squeezing and swallowing each other to grow, for example, when the flames pass between the crystals, it seems to be like the sound of the wind and like something whistling, but when they are contained in the crystals, it becomes a little muffled sound, and for example, when those alien fire messengers burn, it is a bit like the special sound of people breathing.

But it's more like a place deprived of all signals of existence.

From the aura to the sound, it seems to have been restored to the state when it didn't exist in the first place.

The weeds that grew on the stone slabs seemed to be the only biological signals here, and after she had walked a hundred and eighty steps, she hadn't seen anything like this anywhere else, let alone anything special.

In such a boring place, the sense of distance was actually a little confused, but fortunately she didn't plan to go far, but always kept wandering at a distance where she could see the stone slab that had fallen to the ground with her eyesight.

What surprised her a little was that it wasn't just that Lin Xiao didn't move, this might be the negative effect of the Absolute Spirit Land's blockage of the aura, but the strange thing was that the purple-clothed man who should have followed up and might have arrived here before her didn't feel his presence at all within the reach of her ears, and the distance she walked out might not be far enough, but there was a black and red space here, revealing a wide enough space.

And the more she left the platform she touched when she fell, the more indistinguishable the abnormal movement of her abilities became, and all these signs indicated that if there were indeed any variables in this area, they were probably not around, but in the place where they began.

She felt that she should go back, and when there was no one to assist in decision-making, and she herself knew very little about the many unusual knowledge of the immortal cultivation world, she could only rely on her own intuition to make choices.

The slate was still the same as she had just seen, and she didn't know if it was a natural formation or some artificial means, but the difference was that the weeds that had turned into wilting ashes after she had picked them off had strangely emerged from the ashes with a bright green color.

She leaned in to look, but this time she didn't want to touch it casually.

Fortunately, the speed of change of this thing is almost a few breaths before it is a new look, the little budding green while encroaching on the black ash around it, as if it is in a state of rapid eating, and its tip is arching out of the ground like a budding plant, and it is true that like the growth of a plant, this thing seems to have suddenly gained enough momentum when it pokes a breakthrough.

The surrounding ash was absorbed by it almost instantaneously, and it quickly grew from a little green to a clump.

Lu Xingyao was stunned and turned to the weeds that she had picked, except for a piece that had been torn off, it was no different from the newly grown weed.