The word 'crisis' has not appeared in Zhao Gongming's mind for many years.

But at this moment, the feeling rising in his heart made the proud like him and the strong like him unable to resist.

This feeling, as if every piece of flesh and blood in his body was screaming at him, and even trembling, made Zhao Gongming, who had already entered the peak of the pseudo-immortal realm, had a basic combat value of 129, and was infinitely close to 130, as if he had returned to the feeling when he had just stepped into the path of cultivating immortals and entered the dense forest alone.

"Something is wrong!"

Zhao Gongming frowned slightly, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a little.

At this moment, the vast miasma surrounded him, but he couldn't see it half a foot away.

There is an endless miasma in southern Xinjiang, which is naturally extremely normal.

However, Zhao Gongming has been cultivating in southern Xinjiang for hundreds of years, but he has never seen such a thick rolling miasma. It felt like a vast world, and at this moment it had already been completely covered by endless miasma.

Faced with such a scene, Zhao Gongming's brows became more and more furrowed, the true yuan in his body moved slightly, and the dark cyan light on his body immediately flourished, churning up from the bottom, forming a circle of light, firmly protecting himself and the two disciples.

As the aperture rose, the surrounding miasma was surging, but it could not invade Zhao Gongming's aperture for half a minute.

From a distance, at this moment, with Zhao Gongming speeding through the air, there was endless miasma, but it was like a cloud and mist, separating from the front and condensing behind him, leaving the three of them with endless miasma above and under their feet.

After a while, Zhao Gongming's gradually became solemn, and at the same time, the miasma around him, I don't know when, began to tumble endlessly, as if the speed had faintly accelerated a few points.

At this moment, Zhao Gongming's heart jumped suddenly, and he pulled the two apprentices to sink quickly. Almost at the same time, the miasma that had been quietly surging around him suddenly accelerated, boiling suddenly like boiling water in a pot.

"Whew!"

The wind was loud, but in the blink of an eye, up and down, left and right, the endless miasma had begun to spin wildly, and countless large or small miasma whirlpools appeared in front of them, with a sucking force, attacking Zhao Gongming from all directions.

"Humph!"

Zhao Gongming snorted coldly, his face sank like water, but his brows were already deeply wrinkled, and when he raised his hand, the blue light reflected each other, and suddenly forced the surrounding miasma back a little.

However, although the miasma was forced back, Zhao Gongming's face became more and more ugly.

Because, the strange whirlpool of Fang Cai is extremely powerful, and any one of them is comparable to the power of the Mahayana period. And there are countless whirlpools around them, so the lethal power formed is enough to make people's scalp numb, let alone get involved in it and face the impact.

Not only that, but among the many whirlpools around him, there are also amazing suction forces, and once they are swept in, it is difficult to break free. If you are trapped in it, it will take a lot of effort to be as strong as yourself.

Thinking of this, Zhao Gongming was shocked, and at the same time, the incomparably cold wind sounded like an angry wind god roaring, wrapped in many whirlpools, and struck again.

Zhao Gongming's face was gloomy, he wasn't afraid that he would be trapped, but he was going to Chaoge right now, and he didn't want to bother much here. Moreover, although he is the peak combat power of the pseudo-immortal, he is not strong enough to fight against the power of heaven and earth.

At that moment, Zhao Gongming took a deep breath, and suddenly his hands came out together, his left hand was sealed, and his right hand was magical.

However, as soon as he landed, Zhao Gongming's face changed again.

In just a few moments, he had already changed color several times, something he had never done in his hundreds of years of monasticism.

At the same time, a strange 'click' sound sounded under his feet, and he actually stepped on a white bone.

The next moment......

"Ahh

A scream came out of Chen Jiugong's mouth, terrified to the extreme.

Zhao Gongming frowned, raised his hand to signal the disciples to silence, and at the same time raised his head and looked around.

There is no one around, no beasts, but there is a sea...... White sea!

In that no-man's area, there existed a white sea.

In the sea, it is not seawater, but endless white bones!

As far as the eye can see, under the endless miasma of the sky, the ground is like sea water, covered with patches of white bones. There are too many white bones, there are human beings, and there are demon beasts, which have accumulated together at this moment, and they have become a sea of bones, surrounding Zhao Gongming and the three of them.

The sea of bones is endless, like the miasma in the sky, and there is no end in sight.

Not only that, but there was silence all around, as if there was no life, no sound, and the dead silence in the calm made people tremble.

And at this moment, from a distance, in the sea of bones full of miasma, only within the ten zhang range around Zhao Gongming and the three of them, it seems to have become the only light in the night, which is very obvious.

After a while, Zhao Gongming said slightly: "Shaosi, has there been a big war in southern Xinjiang recently?"

Hearing this, Yao Shaosi nodded slightly, and said: "The civil strife in southern Xinjiang has been breaking out for a long time. There is 'Tiangong General' Zhang Jiao, and Nanbo Hou Eshun is fighting everywhere. However, the disciples had never heard of such a huge battle. ”

Chen Jiugong also nodded, and said in a low voice: "The disciple looks at the white bones here, and there are more than 100,000 to say the least. And it's not just human bones, there are also many demon beast bones. Master, could this be one of the ancient battlefields?"

Zhao Gongming shook his head slightly, frowned, and said: "The resentment is so strong, it must have just died! It's just that what kind of spell is this, which can make the corpse of the just dead turn into endless white bones in such a short period of time!"

Hearing this, Yao Shaosi lowered his head and thought for a while, and then said, "Master, this is ...... This method seems to be unique to Emperor Qin Jikao!"

"Ji Kao?"

Zhao Gongming frowned, and his eyes motioned for Yao Shaosi to continue.

"It is rumored that a few days ago, Ji Kaolian slaughtered the seven cities of the Shang Dynasty, and the number of people killed was already more than tens of thousands! Under his killing, all the bodies of the dead turned into dried corpses, as if all the vitality had been sucked away, and even their souls had disappeared cleanly!

In this sea of bones right now, although it is not a dry corpse, it is the same as Ji Kao's methods. It's just that the disciple is puzzled, this Ji Kao is clearly in the Imperial City of Chaoge, how can he appear here?"

Zhao Gongming sneered when he heard this, and his super conceited side was immediately revealed, and he said coldly: "I have heard that Ji Kao is like a god for a long time, and it is not impossible to calculate my traces." If it is true that he is not afraid of death and came to southern Xinjiang, then it is just right to save me from killing him tomorrow. Shaosi, Jiugong, follow me into the sea of bones and see!"

In the middle of the words, Zhao Gongming raised his steps and went straight into the sea of bones!

PS: Guess who's coming?

(End of chapter)