A terrible thought arose.

Did all those who lived here die in that pit?

Thinking of this crazy idea, Wang Le's scalp suddenly tingled.

If so, how on earth did they die?

Wang Le didn't dare to go near the pit anymore, because the resentment there was too terrible.

It was a kind of 'aura' that would not be blind to death, and it would only be produced by the gathering of many corpses.

If Wang Le's cultivation was lower, he would have fallen into the pit to accompany them just now.

From his brief observations, he now recalled that there were no signs of death on the bodies of those people with magic weapons or sharp weapons.

Aren't they being killed by someone else?

No, Wang Le shook his head, there are many ways to make people die, but most of them are directly killed by people with sharp weapons or magic weapons, but it cannot be ruled out that there are other methods without a trace.

Moreover, why this group of people were thrown here after they died, it can be distinguished from the clothes on their bodies, that it is not the clothing of the Chu State in the past hundred years.

They died for at least two hundred years, if not longer, after they died.

Why did the corpses here remain unchanged and decomposing for so many years, but instead gave birth to such a powerful resentment?

There are so many unknowns in between.

Wang Le took a healing medicine and adjusted his state, he looked at the pit from a distance, and felt the happiness of the rest of his life in his heart.

"I was suddenly affected just now, it seems that the resentment in this pit can't spread too far, as long as you stay away, then it's fine. ”

He made a note of this, and decided not to linger here, and turned and walked off into the distance.

It's just that he didn't go far, and a figure suddenly appeared in front of the road, Wang Le saw that this person's eyes suddenly froze, and he ran to the side without hesitation.

When the man saw Wang Le, the expression on his face was slightly stunned, and then he burst out laughing.

"It's really a reincarnation in heaven, the little boy who killed my apprentice, the old man was about to look for you, but you took the initiative to send it to the door, saving me a lot of effort!"

This person is dressed in a Taoist robe, his hair is coiled at the back of his head, and he is holding a handful of snow-white dust in his hand, it is the old man Xinmo!

Seeing that Wang Le ran away after seeing him, the old man Xinmo sneered, but he was not in a hurry.

He opened his arms, and an extremely terrifying aura suddenly spread out like a tide towards the front, instantly locking on Wang Le who was running in front of him!

Wang Le once heard Sikong Yanjun introduce the old man Xinmo.

This person is also extremely talented in cultivation, he has been cultivating for less than a hundred years, and he is still a first-class monk, who has survived the foundation building tribulation and the knotting tribulation, and is the best in the same realm.

At this moment, feeling the aura emanating from the body of a high-level powerhouse, at that moment he was locked, Wang Le suddenly felt that there was a mountain pressing down, and his face suddenly changed.

His own mana was suppressed at the moment.

When the high realm is facing the low realm, it has a natural suppression, especially the first-class monks can enjoy this advantage, and the hierarchy between the higher and lower creatures is already strict and cannot be blasphemed!

This is the rule of heaven, and no one can avoid it!

The moment Wang Le met the old man Xinmo, he made a decision in his mind, pulled the old man Xinmo closer to the deep pit, used the deep pit to drag the other party, and then escaped by himself.

It's just that at this moment, he was locked by the other party's breath, Wang Le stretched out his hand towards the storage bag with difficulty, but suddenly, a palm behind him was directly buckled on his neck, and the old man Xinmo floated ghostly and grabbed him directly.

The mana surging in Wang Le's body retreated one after another at this moment, and the old man Xinmo directly planted multiple prohibitions in various places in his body, so that no matter how he drove it, the mana in his body was like a calm lake, without waves.

Wang Le's face suddenly turned pale, and the old man Xinmo behind him sneered.

"You ran fast at the mouth of the gods that day, but unfortunately, I didn't have to make any effort, you ran in front of me and let me catch you!"

Wang Le looked frustrated, and said with a wry smile: "Senior, my grievance with you is completely misunderstood, my identity is the hall master of the Fire Gate, and everything I do is to act on orders." ”

"Moreover, I later learned that it was your senior disciple, and I regretted it at the time, but unfortunately I didn't know where you were, so I asked our sect master to go and negotiate with your old man, wanting to resolve this misunderstanding!"

The old man Xinmo sneered when he heard this.

"It seems that your sect master's memory is not good!"

When Wang Le heard this, he was immediately stunned.

"Didn't Sikong Yanjun go to negotiate?" He turned to look at the old man Xinmo, and saw the result from the other party's face, Wang Le suddenly felt angry in his heart.

The old man Xinmo smiled faintly: "Sikong Yanjun is still the same as before, he is despicable and shameless, he has no bottom line in doing things, he says one thing on his lips and does another thing behind his back!"

Wang Le's heart was cold, his face was gloomy, and his hand slowly stretched out towards the storage bag.

However, the old man Xinmo reached out first and took away the storage bag on his body, and at the same time searched him very carefully, finding the storage bag hidden in several other places.

This made the old man Xinmo stunned for a while, he opened Wang Le's storage bag separately, and suddenly found that the little hall master who was away from the fire gate was so thick, even if it was himself, the family background was not as thick as the other party.

This made the old man Xinmo feel depressed for a while.

Wang Le was taken away from the storage bag, and he felt that his clothes were stripped of his clothes, and a sense of insecurity spread from the bottom of his heart.

The old man raised his right hand, and with a flick of his fingers, a tiny pillar of light fell on Wang Le.

Wang Le immediately felt pain, and a direct opening was made in his shoulder, and the old man Xinmo said indifferently behind him: "Go!"

Wang Le immediately understood the reason why the other party did not kill him immediately.

This old way wants to explore the way in front of me!

He took a deep breath and walked forward.

Soon, driven by the old man Xinmo, Wang Le approached the pit again, but he intentionally or unintentionally bypassed the pit and walked in another direction.

"Wait!"

The old man Xinmo spoke in the back, pointing in a direction in front of him, and slowly spoke.

"Go there!"

Wang Leyi frowned, and was about to open his mouth to explain to the other party, but the old man Xinmo suddenly grabbed him and threw him directly into the pit.

In an instant, a dense voice came from Wang Le's ears again, angry, crazy, and resentful......

At this time, the mana on his body was sealed, and without the protection of mana, the sound poured into his ears, Wang Le was even more painful, he let out a miserable scream, the seven orifices gradually bleed, and his face began to distort.

When Wang Le's consciousness was gradually blurred, the old man Xinmo threw out a magic weapon, directly rolled up Wang Le's body and pulled him back.

Wang Lecurled to the side, sweat soaking through his clothes, and he arched himself and vomited.

The old man Xinmo looked at the pit in front of him silently, his face was thinking for a while, leaning less, his body moved, and walked towards the pit.

About a few feet away, the old man Xinmo's face suddenly changed greatly, and he quickly retreated a little under his feet.

He tried this and so a few more times, but finally couldn't find anything, so he decided to give up.

The old man turned around and came to Wang Le's side and kicked him.

"Get up and keep walking!"

At this time, Wang Le had just recovered and wiped the blood on his face, he turned his head to look at the old man Xinmo, and his face gradually turned cold.