The firelight flickered, the smell of burnt flesh mixed with the heavy smell of blood permeated here, and everyone's faces were also reflected by the swaying firelight.

The old man was the first to break the silence, and his voice was slightly dry, sounding a little like a dead leaf swaying in the cold wind.

The voice fell, no one spoke, only the sound of gasping in the ears, and everyone stood here quietly, carrying out the most fierce psychological struggle, making the most difficult choice between advancing or exiting.

“... Although the treasure is good, but it still needs to be enjoyed by life, I am not afraid of your jokes when I say it, Lao Tzu is a person who is afraid of death, this trip to troubled waters, I will not go......"

After a moment of silence, someone in the crowd opened his mouth, his voice was a little condensed, and when the words fell, a man with a height of nine feet took the lead in walking out of the crowd, arching his hand to everyone, and taking the lead in walking towards the way he came.

No one laughed at him, and when life and face can't be both, it's better to lose face than to lose your life.

With the lead, the person who was still hesitant immediately became much more decisive.

“... It's too dangerous, I can't go this time, so many people are almost dead together, not to mention those of us, who used to deliver food......"

“... When my supernatural powers are completed, I will meet the so-called demon beasts here again......"

“... Lao Li, what are you doing, kid? Hurry back! That's not how you send you to death......

In the midst of the confusion of words, the crowd dispersed, and nearly half of the people left in an instant.

There were still people who were left behind, and although Mo Qing's face was ugly, it did not waver.

Since he left Mocun, he has experienced many dangerous things along the way, if it is an ordinary thing, he will go back, but this time it is related to Huang Laoxi's vital interests, and he has to see what is going on.

"Do the Daoists present still have something to leave? The road ahead is indeed dangerous, and those who want to leave should leave quickly, so as not to lose their lives in vain. ”

This is another monk who has reached the late stage of foundation building and is speaking.

“... If you don't retreat, the old man doesn't have much time to live anyway, so instead of dying, it's better to try your luck, in case Lao Tzu develops and gets the inheritance of the Master Han Che......"

“... If you don't get strong, you'd rather die!"

Someone didn't speak, but secretly clenched his fists.

"Okay, then let's see what the hell is going on......"

The crowd moved forward again, but the number of people was greatly reduced, and there were only about thirty or forty people left.

They didn't walk fast, and everyone was alert enough to let out their own defenses and walk cautiously forward.

Sometimes, it is not enough to do things with just one heart, and you must have the calmness and caution that matches the enthusiasm in order to go long-term.

These people present are all people who have experienced storms and waves, and this time they naturally understand the simple truth.

The firelight flickered, and the sound of small footsteps and breathing mingled in the dim and cold passageway, and the dimly small figure walked forward......

The crowd stopped, and everyone stared warily ahead, and by this time, the blood was thick and disgusting.

In the dim light, a pure black stone wall four or five feet high obscured only a narrow part of the main passage.

In the account of the dead man, it was only after they had crossed the black stone that they encountered a terrible attack.

In fact, without the man's narration, everyone still wouldn't have the slightest carelessness at this time, not because of the abrupt black stone wall, but because of the seven or eight monks who died tragically stacked at the exit of the stone wall.

A broken head suddenly rolled down from a dead corpse, gurgling down the ground towards everyone, stopping not three feet away from everyone, in the scattered hair, the remaining one-eyed, wordless looking at everyone, as if to say something, a wordless coolness rose from the back.

"Damn, it's scary to be dead......"

Someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva and muttered quietly.

When the plan of how to deal with it was on the road, everyone had already discussed some of it, and when they arrived here, although they were a little uncomfortable by this tragic scene for a while, they still acted quickly after a while.

While each was vigilant and defensive, someone began to chant words in their mouths, and a moment later, a fiery red wild boar appeared from the spirit beast bag that had reached the foundation building stage.

The old man took out a green pill and fed it to the wild boar's mouth, then patted the wild boar's head, pointed in the direction where the black stone was, and said, "Go ahead." ”

After the fiery boar circled the old man twice, it turned into a fiery red shadow and went straight to the black stone, and in a moment it had disappeared behind the black stone.

All the people outside tensed their nerves, adjusted their state to the best, and watched closely at the entrance where the black stone was, in case something terrible happened suddenly.

Silence, or silent silence.

The expected movement of the fiery boar after entering was not heard, which made some people feel relieved and even more apprehensive.

The longbow is the most terrifying when it misses, because you don't know when or where it will be fired.

Once a sharp arrow is fired, even the most tricky arrow is left to cover it up with soldiers.

The red boar returned, and nothing changed except for a lot of blood stains on its limbs, leaving blood-colored plum blossoms along the way.

The blood was not the blood of its body, but the blood that came out of it.

What's going on? Are those terrifying demon beasts gone? Otherwise, how could this fire boar come out intact?

Someone released his divine sense to probe inside, but found nothing, not because his divine sense was too weak and too far to penetrate it, but because when his divine sense entered the black boulder, it would be absorbed silently.

Even if Mo Qing took action in person, it was useless.

“... What the hell is going on?"

“... Don't wait, let's go in and have a look, it doesn't seem to be in danger......"

There was a discussion in the crowd, Mo Qing frowned and raised his hand to his storage bag, and in a flickering light, a wolf-headed doll the size of a fist exuding a hint of purple appeared in his hand.

"What are you going to do?"

The old man on the side asked, and the rest of the people were also a little curious when they saw Mo Qing's movements.

Mo Qing said while stimulating the wolf-headed puppet: "A small means, you can put a divine thought in this puppet, but I don't know if it's useful, will it be absorbed by the stone wall again, but anyway, I still have to try, it's too risky to rush in without figuring out what kind of situation is in it now......"