Perhaps, Wang Ruoli's experience is not the worst, it is just an ordinary example of what happened to the people who entered the mausoleum. In the Ming Tomb, the power of the tomb array has a certain suppressive effect on realm cultivation, especially for the strong in the spirit realm, it is difficult to achieve the flying of the imperial sword.

Just as Wang Ruoli stumbled and flew out of the butterfly's nest with a human face, other locations in the Ming Shengling Mausoleum were staging dangerous encounters.

A jet-black quagmire.

A figure walked deep and shallow on the edge of the pool, it was the spirit king of the Canglong Empire, the son of the Long family, Long Dingtian.

When he first arrived, Long Dingtian didn't dare to touch the grass and trees here for the sake of being careful, but just looked at the quagmire in front of him, which seemed to be boundless, and even the divine sense could not be found to be endless.

Although he can't fly with his sword, as a strong spirit king, the dragon top heaven body is fast and fast, and he can travel several miles between a few sweeping steps. However, for some reason, Long Dingtian has been walking in this quagmire for three days and three nights, but he still hasn't gotten out of the quagmire.

Long Dingtian was sweating profusely, letting the sweat soak his underwear, and his patience in the past was also exhausted in so many days of walking, and he gradually began to be frightened, gradually became panicked, and his body became more and more tired, as if he would not be able to bear it at the next moment, and he would sit in the quagmire.

Long Dingtian's heart has never been able to calm down, especially thinking of his situation at this time, he is becoming more and more restless, is he really unable to get out of this quagmire?

Finally, Long Dingtian's mood was covered by the haze, he became lax, he became depressed, he felt so tired and tired, so tired that he never wanted to step out of this quagmire again.

In fact, everything he saw in front of him was just everything that Long Dingtian thought he saw.

If someone watches from a distance, they can see Long Dingtian at this time, and his body is stuck in a quagmire. Although this quagmire is very small, it is only a few feet in size, and the mud in the pool is only beyond Long Dingtian's waist, but Long Dingtian has his eyes closed, motionless, no movement in his hands, and a look of chagrin on his face, his face is shaking, covered with beads of sweat.

On the edge of the pond, there are several taro plants, the leaves are verdant, the leaf disc is stout, the center of the leaf is dotted with a purple mole, and the stem is purple and black, revealing a few mysterious colors. This is the corpse incense konjac, with the corpse as nourishment, it can emit a very good smelling fragrance, refreshing people's hearts and spleens, and connecting the whole body, but although the aroma is non-toxic, it can hallucinate, so that the person who smells the taro fragrance is deeply immersed in the illusion, and sinks into the illusory world and cannot extricate himself.

The current Longdingtian, although he did not move a step after entering the Ming Shengling Mausoleum, but because of the taro fragrance, he always thought that he was still running, and he couldn't break it at all and walked out of the illusion, and the original bright eyes were also slowly losing their brilliance.

Maybe a few years later, Long Dingtian will slowly grow roots, slowly sprout and grow leaves, and finally grow into a corpse-scented konjac, becoming a member of those corpse-scented konjac by the pool.

On top of a sand dune.

Patrolling Siwei Anji, standing on the top of the sand dune, looking ahead, only to see the end of the yellow sand, full of greenery, lush, is an oasis full of vitality.

Looking at the yellow sand in front of him, Anji's eyes were full of resentment, and there was an astringent taste in his mouth, and he couldn't help but snort, it turned out that Anji just now landed on the ground, and his feet were planted in the yellow sand, and when he woke up leisurely, he found that his mouth was full of yellow sand.

Sniffing carefully, Anji noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the yellow sand here, and there was a faint disgusting feeling

The astringent and bitter smell of the fish.

Just as Angie was thinking, his feet suddenly sank, the sand dunes collapsed, and countless yellow sand drilled into his clothes. Suddenly encountered, Anji didn't dare to be careless, his spiritual power burst out, his body shook up, and suddenly all the yellow sand that poured into his clothes flew away.

However, when Anji looked closely, he couldn't help but twitch his heart, the yellow sand in front of him was windless and automatic, and the flow speed was like flying, it was not yellow sand at all, but some creatures that looked like yellow sand. Although the strength of these "yellow sands" is only at the level of the foundation building period, how many "yellow sands" must there be until the distant oasis?

This kind of "yellow sand" is actually a small ant, called the sand man-eating ant, although the body is small, like quicksand, but the temperament is ferocious, no blood is not happy, and because of the large number, it can often form a "desert", which makes people unable to prevent it.

Anji felt a tingling sensation on her scalp, and hurriedly used her strength to form a magic shield to protect the surface of her body. Immediately, with another big move, he turned into thousands of mana blades, rolled outward and killed, and immediately smashed the sand devouring ants that were surging over into pieces, and swept them to the ground.

The sand devouring ants formed waves of ants, like stormy waves, and the momentum was clear, but it was a pity that Anji's Fakong blade was really powerful, and it was so twisted that a large number of ant waves could not be approached. With Anji's moves, slaughtering all the way, I don't know how many of the sand devouring ants on the ground are alive and how many are corpses. Although it was a one-sided crush, Anji did not relax at all, there is a way that when manpower is eventually poor, the number of opponents is unusually large, not to mention who knows if there is still potential danger in this "desert"?

Naturally, Anji couldn't stop, but fought and walked, flying in the direction of the oasis.

After unremitting protection and killing, Angie saw that the oasis was close in front of him, and suddenly, a huge spike broke out of the sand, and stabbed back with great speed. Anji was startled in a hurry, and hurriedly raised his hand to condense his strength, turning into an empty blade and slashing towards the spike. However, the spikes were unusually strong, shattering the blade of the Fakong, piercing the body protection shield, and directly slashing Anji's arm, stabbing him through.

The sand on the edge of the oasis rolled and flew, faintly revealing the figure of a huge scorpion, only covered with yellow sand, and then sinking down, with the spikes that pierced Anji, and then pulled down and fell into the sand.

As early as when the spike shattered Anji's mana defense and pierced his chest, it not only caused serious injuries, but also contained severe poison in the spike, and when it encountered blood, he didn't wait for Anji to make any struggle, and his whole body was weak and completely unconscious.

Countless sandy man-eating ants covered it, forming a sand dune in an instant, but inside the dune, there was a low gnawing sound, especially on the edge of this peaceful oasis.

Inside a wood.

The two figures walked carefully in the forest, it was Hong Fuxing, the monarch of the Honghan Empire, and his nephew Tang Qingliu.

"Your Majesty, where are we going now?" Tang Qingliu looked at the Weirui forest in front of him, his eyes were a little confused, although he was lucky to meet Hong Fuxing, but the next road was still full of uncertainty.

"The Ming Sheng Mausoleum is one of the mausoleums of the ancient tomb of Senluo, which is legendary and mysterious. Hong Fuxing stroked his beard, and a flash of fiery anticipation flashed in his eyes, "If we can find the main hall of the tomb where the coffin of the tomb owner is stored, I am afraid that a few random magic weapons in it will be enough for us to benefit for a lifetime." ”

"But Your Majesty, the immediate priority is to think about how to get out. "Tang Qingliu noodles

Lu was worried, and said hesitantly, "The Ming Holy Mausoleum, the accumulation of streamers, enjoy the eternity, although there may be many treasures, but it should also be dangerous. ”

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you can get the tiger. Hong Fuxing said decisively, "If you are always timid and afraid of doing things, then what kind of Tao do you cultivate, what kind of power do you refine?"

"Your Majesty taught you a lesson. Tang Qingliu was stunned and didn't dare to say more.

"I thought that there would be a dead silence in the mausoleum. Hong Fuxing pointed to the woods in front of him and said angrily, "I didn't expect it to be such a deep forest with fragrant grass, if you don't know, you think it's a blessed place." ”

"That's really ......" Tang Qingliu nodded, and was about to echo.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the grass under the feet of the two danced in the wind, and it seemed that there was still a lot of grass scraping over their knees, biting their clothes. The two looked at their feet, and were suddenly shocked, only to see the grass under their feet, the stems grew like snake heads, all of them spit out their long tongues, showing two rows of fangs, desperately biting towards the two of them.

This kind of grass, called snakehead grass, usually looks the same as ordinary grass, and only when foraging, will it show its fierce appearance. Once the prey steps into the growth area of the snakehead grass, it is like falling into the vast sea besieged by a group of snakes, especially the snakehead grass is extremely tough, not only the spiritual power is difficult to destroy, but also can be stretched at will, there are often many self-confident and brave spiritual realm powerhouses, who are entangled to death and become the nutrients of the snakehead grass.

Hong Fuxing's heart was cold, relying on his profound spiritual power, he tore off a few snakehead grass that bit his ankles, jumped forward, dodged several times, and was able to get out of the winding range of snakehead grass. However, Tang Qingliu over there did not have such strength, and he had been entangled and bitten by more and more snakehead grass, and his body was drenched in blood and wounded.

"Ah......" Tang Qingliu struggled in pain on the grass, wailing, but unfortunately he was tightly entangled by the snakehead grass and drowned in the grass, so he could only cry for help to Hong Fuxing, "Uncle, save me......"

Hong Fuxing looked at this nephew, who had been loved since childhood and regarded him as a parent, being swallowed up by the snakehead grass, and his heart was sad, so he had to turn his head away, and he couldn't bear to see his nephew die anymore. As for those snakeheads, they still chased and bit unrelentingly.

Hong Fuxing's face showed a touch of determination, he didn't dare to delay, hurriedly swept his figure, and ran away from the forest without looking back.

Of course, the trip to the mausoleum was full of different encounters.

On a certain mountainside, Taixi ran out of a cave with his wounded and bleeding left arm, dripping blood all the way. Behind him, two dry bones with white hair were chasing after him.

Inside the stone forest, Xing Haiqing encountered several black-shell beetles, and was bitten off an arm during the battle, and was seriously injured, and flew out of the stone forest in a hurry.

At the mouth of the misty valley, Yuan Yu was bitten on the calf by a flower-faced poisonous spider, and his poisonous hair was waiting to die, but fortunately he was rescued by Xing Hairong, who carried him all the way above and avoided the webs of the flower-faced poisonous spider.

There is no defect, as soon as he entered the Ming Holy Mausoleum, he encountered thousands of corpse roaches besieging him, and finally got rid of the corpse cockroaches, and he was attacked by a group of pig-faced bats, making him disgraced, but fortunately, his own cultivation was excellent, and these pig-faced bats whose strength was comparable to Nirvana, and he was not able to leave him. It's just that right now, Ji Wujian is followed by a thousand-legged insect that looks like a centipede and has eight wings on its back, forcing him to be anxious, but he can't get rid of it.

There are many stories about the people who were sucked into the tomb by the dark light gate, but the lucky ones were only frightened and damaged, and the unfortunate ones stayed in the Ming Sheng Mausoleum forever, and they didn't even have a chance to keep the whole corpse.