Rotting shrubs are buried under damp locust trees and smell of decay.

Countless eyes were hidden in the dark shadows, and the two figures that were deep into the jungle were examined without a clue.

Looking up, you can't see the sky, and the gray tide fog obscures the vision from hundreds of feet away. And a history that has been dusty for many years is gradually being revealed...

The next day, in the morning.

After a night's rest, Xia Xun and Mo Xian embarked on the "journey" again.

In order to save time and strength, they deliberately entered the forest on a white horse today, avoiding the annoying corpse beasts, and directly broke through dozens of miles of dense forests. It's just that the white horse's fear of the depths of the canyon has not faded, and after carrying Xia Xun and the two to the entrance of the canyon, he refused to go any further, as before. In desperation, Xia Xun and the two had no choice but to let go of the white horse at the mouth of the valley and walked instead.

Since today was the first time they had stepped into the canyon, their fear of the unfamiliar environment made them take every step extra carefully. But that doesn't solve too many problems, trouble is always there when you don't want it to happen...

Like the eerie mist.

Although the Qi Gathering Array outside had been broken by Mo Xian through four vents, decades of Qi Gathering could not be exhausted overnight. Because of the lack of sunlight all year round, there are few wild grasses growing in the canyon, and the iron shrubs that like the most yin tide are accompanied by the old locust trees that almost cover the entire woodland, and under the dense fog are shrubs and thorns, there is almost no way to go.

The wet muddy feet are deep and shallow, and the viscous water vapor fills the cold air, like soaking people in a cold water tank, and every breath is a wet fog, which is very uncomfortable. And the only thing that is reassuring is that since entering the valley, Xia Xun's divine sense has never felt the existence of those corpse beasts. While it's not necessarily a good thing that the danger lurks for a long time, it can at least allow the two of them to concentrate a little more for the time being. After all, everyone knows that the danger in the canyon is far better than the locust forest outside. Moreover, from last night's story, Xia Xun has clearly conveyed a message to Mo Xian...

What is hidden in this canyon is likely to be the handiwork of those saints in the Western Regions who used it to kill in the future. The relationship is huge, you can imagine.

The foreshadowing of a saint, how can mortals snoop on?

Xia Xun and their invasion of the valley this time is tantamount to a provocation to the majesty of the saint, so it is better to have one less thing if they can do less.

"Sha..."

The cold temperature, Sasha's footsteps.

The fog was hazy, like a drizzle, soaking through clothes.

The deep valley is gloomy and cold, and I don't know how many years. The mountains are getting higher, the locust trees are growing, the mud is gradually turning into swamps, and the people who come to walk are hard.

"Senior brother, wait..."

"Huh?"

I don't know how far I went, but it took about an hour. The shrubs and thorns are becoming more and more lush, and the road under his feet has become a swamp, Xia Xun, who followed closely behind Mo Xian all the way, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted to stop Mo Xian, who was holding a sword in front of him.

"Tsk..."

Mo Xian turned his head suspiciously, but saw that Xia Xun had already stopped, standing dozens of steps behind Mo Xian, and was looking at a place completely covered by tall shrubs.

He seems to have discovered something.

Xia Xun stretched out his finger, pointed to the place where his gaze went, and said, "Give a sword here, look at the things behind." ”

"Poof!"

"Tsk..."

Xia Xun said, Mo Xian didn't even respond, and directly picked up a sword flower from the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, slashed out a sword qi, and slashed at the bush that Xia Xun was referring to. As the sword qi passed, the tall bushes broke and collapsed in an instant, revealing a gap, and the things behind the bushes were also revealed in front of the two of them.

It was a tomb.

Rather, a grave that has been dug up.

Judging by its damp and damp tombstone, which has lost its writings, the tomb is estimated to have existed for a long time.

The jet-black mud was dug out in all directions and piled up into four small dirt hills, revealing a coffin of wood slag that was also badly corroded by moisture. The coffin was soaked in sewage, and a white human skeleton was soaked in it, and someone had nailed a long black iron nail to his chest, which was already rusty. A bright yellow brand new rune paper was pasted on the nail handle, and the rune paper had a red rune written on it, faintly glowing, which was extremely eye-catching.

It's fresh...

"They've been here. Xia Xun said affirmatively.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Xia Xun said "they" Mo Xian knew who he was referring to, so he didn't ask. Instead, he glanced at the skeleton and asked, "Who is this man?"

"Da-da..."

Xia Xun didn't answer Mo Xian's question immediately, walked past the collapsed bushes, took a closer look at the surrounding environment, and then picked up a branch and swept away the mud and dirt on the wordless tombstone. After thinking for a long time, it seemed that he had not found a clue that could infer the owner of the tomb, Xia Xun said: "The words of the inscription are no longer clear, but this tomb is a little simple, and there are no burial things, and the bones and limbs are bound by ropes, it should be a tomb of martyrdom." This person was a martyr who was buried alive in a coffin and then buried alive here. ”

"Unusual. Mo Xian said coldly.

"Yes. ”

Nodding in response, Xia Xun threw away the branches he had picked up, clapped his hands and retreated to the original path, without saying more. Although he knew that this place was unusual, he did not seem to intend to investigate this tomb deeply, nor did he inquire about why the five old men hidden in the shadows had dug up a good tomb and sealed it. I just knew that there was such a thing, so I took a few looks and left.

"Wow..."

Keep going...

Silver rays splashed, dashing sounds, and light butterflies flapped their wings in the morning mist.

A green blade continued to open the way in front, and a green shirt followed leisurely, and the Dao sword qi broke through the heavy water mist and bloomed. The tall shrubs that obscure the view are like autumn rice being poked and harvested with a sickle. In the silence, the sound of "chirping" of broken wood became the only rhythm in the room, repeated crisply and boringly with the slow pace of progress.

On the next journey, similar to the previous tomb, Xia Xun and the others could easily find one every time they walked out of more than 100 zhang. Without exception, they were all old burials, even the words on the tombstones had been corroded to the point that there were no traces, and the coffins had been rudely excavated, and the coffins were soaked with sewage and the bones of the tomb owner, as well as a few corrupted hemp ropes. All the bones had a long nail on their chests, and the handle of the nail was sealed with a bright yellow rune paper, like some kind of ancient sacrifice, very strange.

Although, no matter how weird things are, they will be numb when they see too many things. But all the way down, Xia Xun and the others didn't feel this way at all. On the contrary, as he went deeper into the dense forest, even Mo Xian began to panic a little.

The canyon is more than 50 miles up and down, surrounded by mountains, the tide and fog are like slurry, and the inside scene can not be seen from the outside, and only by being in it can you know the peculiarity and complexity of its geographical environment. The bottom of the valley for dozens of miles can be regarded as a swamp and low-lying land, in which there are no mosquitoes to breed, and there are no living creatures to speak of. About five or six miles inward, the vigorous bushes gradually become scarce, and the locust trees become taller and thicker, covering the zenith. That is, from these five or six miles of road, the number of graves encountered by Xia Xun and the two on the road became more and more frequent. The original spacing of one hundred zhang gradually became one fifty zhang, one thirty zhang, and one twenty zhang. So that when it goes deep into eight or nine miles, the shrubs no longer grow, only the towering locust trees are scattered all over the marsh, and strange graves can be seen everywhere, every seven or eight zhang is one, there is not even a tombstone, it is directly dug up, and the bright yellow rune paper is discarded all over the place. What's more, a rotten coffin was thrown on the ground, like a mass grave, and the scalp was numb when it looked at it.

The road goes forward, and suddenly stops.

"Senior brother. ”

"Huh?"

"Panic?"

"Oh. ”

"Uh..."

"What about you?"

The eerie cold wind, with no track, doesn't know where it is blowing. From time to time, the yellowed locust leaves are blown off and stick to the mud of the swamp, dirty to half of them.

Mo Xian's non-answering rhetorical question meant that he actually had no bottom in his heart, Xia Xun knew it. Looking at the excavated tombs and the messy coffins, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and replied, "Panic." ”

The faint word shows that Xia Xun is really panicked at the bottom of his heart at this moment.

However, his panic was not because of the strange "mass grave" in front of him, but because of something that he couldn't see for the time being in the depths of the dense forest, which made him panic...

"It doesn't matter. ”

"It's okay..."

"What's the matter?"

"It's hard to prevent. ”

Panic is not lost, but more cautious.

The one-on-one answer is simple and clear, especially the last four words, which have a deep meaning. Xia Xun raised his eyelids and looked at the unknown area covered by the tide and fog dozens of feet away...

His panic was passed from there.

The old locust tree is towering and branched, and the dim and damp crevices are almost lifeless. The yellow earth trembled like a slurry, as if something was disturbing the silence ahead.

Xia Xun added: "And there is no way to prevent it." ”

Mo Xian asked, "Why?"

"Too much. ”

“......”

What it means to have too much, I haven't understood it for a while.

But just as these two words were finished, Mo Xian also seemed to feel some changes in the surrounding environment. The sword eyebrows were cold, the right hand holding the sword was tensed, and his eyes followed Xia Xun's direction from afar. But I saw that dozens of feet away in the distance, the originally gray tide fog began to turn light red at some point. If you look closely, you can see that it is not the tide fog that has changed color at all, but countless red dots gathered behind the tide dance, forming a sea of red tide. A little bit, a grain, dense, looming, like the stars in the vast sky and sea, endless.

And their numbers are increasing rapidly!

The sudden increase in the number directly caused the mud to be stirred by the messy aura, just like a shallow tide was hitting in the distance.

"What is it?"

"It's like a mosquito. ”

"How many?"

"Gollum..."

Xia Xunsheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva that rested in his throat and said: "Seven in the northeast to three in the northwest, two hundred zhang in depth, the number is incalculable. ”

"Oh, that's quite a lot. ”

"There's more to come. ”

"Oh. ”

The sword eyebrows sunken slightly, condensing into coldness.

Qingfeng bloomed with silver, and the scorching heat evaporated the white mist nearby. For the unknown, Mo Xian has never been afraid, even if he encounters a strong enemy, it is actually just a battle word for him. It's just that for the unknown at the moment, he still cautiously asked: "Fight, or retreat?"

"Buzz. ”

As soon as Mo Xian's words came out, Xia Xun didn't answer. The tidal fog had been dyed into a black-red "smoke", and at the same time it began to make a "buzzing" sound. The frequency of the sound is extremely fast, like countless jugs of water boiling at the same time, which makes people irritated.

They're approaching at a rapid pace.

"Can't retreat..."

Sweeping the black-red "smoke" on three sides in front of him, Xia Xun shook his head cautiously: "You need to pass through here to enter the valley, even if they are still there tomorrow, we only have one battle." ”

"Got it. ”

"Poof!"

Jian Mei stared ahead, and responded coldly.

The three-foot Qingfeng casually held it up, pointed his sword at the void, and let out a sword roar.

Mo Xian said again: "The old rules. ”

"Good. ”