"No! that's reckless! You don't know what's so weird in there!" objected to Old Blackbeard.

"What weird have you been afraid of?" isn't it still good until now!" Jun Ye said with a glaring eye.

Blackbeard kept thinking back to the information he had known before, and the horror and evil described in it really discouraged him.

"Anyway, just go in like this, I would never be so risky!" he said flatly.

Saying that, he also looked at Fang Yanli and another middle-aged man: "You two, don't you also want to go in and die, do you?"

Fang gradually left his face expressionless and did not speak. But after hesitating for a moment, the middle-aged man's mouth opened, and he also said, "I'm not sure if Mingshan Hou still has other information. This bit of information is too little, and if you go in, you will indeed find death. ”

Lao Dao saw that someone agreed with him, so he immediately became stronger: "We thought in advance that the mountain was certain and sure, but we didn't want to be like this, if you can't come up with more detailed information, then it's a big deal that we will part ways!"

"Tsk!" Jun Ye raised his eyebrows.

"You've been saying that for a long time, haven't you?" he said sarcastically.

"I've long been afraid of the horrors I saw along the way, so I want to run away?"

Lao Dao's wrinkled face changed slightly, and he immediately said toughly: "I said, your intelligence is too small, it's too rash to go in like this, and there will definitely be something bad in the end......"

"Bah!" Jun Ye spat out a mouthful of phlegm, "You old boy, if you join the mixed mountain, then you will be prosperous and lossy!

"I ...... I won't tell you, I'll go find the three leaders!" Facing Jun Ye, who suddenly looked extremely vicious, Lao Dao was also blocked in his heart, and he only thought about telling the thoughts in his heart to the three leaders of Chaoshan Hou.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a strange figure suddenly appeared behind them, and the two palms lightly slapped on the black-bearded old man and the middle-aged man.

In an instant, both of them snorted, and an extremely strange green color appeared on their faces.

Gradually, their faces began to distort, and extremely rancid blood flowed from the seven orifices.

"Ka...... Uh...... "They all made strange noises in their throats, as if something was stuck.

Suddenly, with a whoop, the two of them actually spit out a large mass of scarlet rotten flesh, and no matter how painful they behaved on their faces, they couldn't make much movement.

Fang gradually looked at this scene, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

In front of him, the leader of the mixed mountain named Zhang Ran stood quietly.

"There are never deserters in the mountains. Zhang Ran said indifferently.

The green light flickered in his hand, and every time his lips twitched, the old and middle-aged man fell into even more intense pain.

This rather silent punishment lasted for half an hour, and the surrounding monks did not change their faces during the whole process, and it was obvious that this was a common thing for them.

And although it was only half an hour of torture, it was as long as hundreds of years for the two of them, so that when the green light in Zhang Ran's hand gradually disappeared, the old Dao actually fainted directly.

Although the remaining middle-aged man was still conscious, his face was also full of fear, and the feeling that life was worse than death made him want to seek death immediately.

It was as if something was devouring his flesh and destroying his texture, and the pain was countless times more painful than stabbing his skin down.

"I can only give you a stick of incense to breathe. Zhang Ran dropped this sentence, and his figure floated back to its original position directly.

The middle-aged man then gritted his teeth and sat up cross-legged with fear on his face, trembling all over his body as he entered pranayama.

At the moment when he finally closed his eyes, Fang gradually found that the middle-aged man looked at him with annoyance.

If he hadn't made a sound like Fang Yuanli before, he didn't need to suffer this terrifying pain at all.

In less than a moment, the old man with black beard also woke up, his eyelids were lowered, and he didn't dare to say another half a word.

"By saying such things now, these two people are undoubtedly asking for their own suffering. Yao Chi heard in the gradual centrifugation.

And Fang Yanli could be regarded as seeing the power of the three small insects in his body, and he couldn't help but urge Wu Yutian to get closer, so as to ensure that he could react in time.

......

A stick of incense actually can't regulate anything at all, and the two of them only temporarily suppressed the pain in their bodies, and they had to keep up with the pace of the mixed mountain wait.

And Zhang Ran did grasp a little bit of proportion, and the torture of half an hour did not damage the strength of the two Blackbeard Old Dao, but only left such a shadow in the latter's heart forever.

As for the rest of the journey, it really became more and more desolate, and even if there were overlapping mountains, you could feel a gradually deepening eerie atmosphere.

In some remote corners, broken bones began to be seen, and something with scarlet eyes open in the shadows was quietly licking.

When they arrived in this area, the strange aura unique to the Demon Dao dissipated a lot, and even gave people the illusion of returning to Daozhou.

Further on, strange black stone carvings began to appear on the mountain, but these stone carvings had broken from them, and it was impossible to know what was originally carved on them.

The ridges of the mountains are gradually showing traces of artificial carving, but they are also broken.

Finally, Li Fei stretched out his hand to stop it, and everyone stopped.

At this moment, in front of everyone, on the top of a mountain peak in front of it, a huge statue of considerable dilapidation appeared.

The stone carving is about 20 zhang high, although it is humanoid, but the facial features have long been blurred. It was covered with damp reddish-green moss, and the only places that showed out were broken gray-black chips.

It is worth noting that the posture of this stone sculpture is like holding an object in the hand, far away towards the sky.

And the most shocking thing is that from this stone carving downwards to the foot of the mountain, it is covered with seeping white.

If you look closely, these white ones are actually pieces of bone of different sizes, as if the floor tiles are paved down.

These bone fragments stretched for miles, like a layer of snow that would never melt.

Fang gradually looked at the scene in front of him, as if he could construct the scene of the past in his mind.

Countless believers flocked to the stone carvings along these bone fragments, and finally worshipped religiously.

He looked at the stone sculpture's raised palm, and already guessed what it was holding.

It was that black demon flower that bloomed in this crazy and weird land.

Those believers bow down, fanatically pursue something, and finally give their lives at the peak of what they think is the most enjoyable.

"It's all for the great revival!" Fang gradually left his mind, and suddenly recalled Jiang Qingya's words at the beginning.