Qin Feng nodded: "If my injury is to heal, it will take several years, Jiang Zhou can't wait so long." Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThere is only a little more than a month left. We have to hurry. I saw that Qin Feng's Dao robe was still as clean as ever, but his face was pale and terrifying, almost no different from a dead man. The skin is covered with brown and red scabs, like earthworms, hideous and terrifying, looking like a ghost rumored by ghosts.

"Jiang Zhou......" Qin Feng muttered, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional, decades have passed, but the magnificent experience at the beginning is like yesterday.

A ray of light came out, but it was Qin Feng who set off again. Because of Yue De, it was delayed for too long. And yet it's worth it. I saw that Qin Feng was holding a scabbard in his hand, which was the Tianhuang Sword. This is the only and biggest takeaway. As for the Qiankun bag, perhaps Yue De had already prepared for the worst, and there were only a handful of elixir spirit stones among them. There are only a few spells and a few chicken-like magic weapons, which are completely useless.

After only traveling dozens of miles, Qin Feng suddenly opened his mouth and pointed ahead: "Look at the nightmare." "I saw a huge city under my feet, and the whole city seemed to be stained with ink and turned dark black, like a giant beast that chose people to devour and lay on the ground. I don't know how big this city is. Qin Feng stood high in the air, and he couldn't even see the edge at a glance. This must be the work of the monks, and it is beyond the reach of man.

The nightmare's expression flickered, and he said fearfully: "Master, I smell the breath of the undead, it is very powerful. ”

Qin Feng said decisively: "Let's bypass it." "I don't want to cause any more trouble, this place is a gathering place for demon cultivators at a glance, probably the territory of the so-called Holy Sect. Although Qin Feng is not afraid, he has no habit of provoking right and wrong.

Nightmare agreed, "Master wise. With that, he turned around the great city with his master.

After nearly an hour, Qin Feng could fly over the city.

"Fellow Daoist and slow. But it was a gloomy green light in the distance that discovered Qin Feng, and it flew quickly in an instant.

Qin Feng twisted his head and said warily: "What's the matter?" This group of green retreats turned out to be a group of ghosts.

A hideous head poked out of the dark light and said, "Where are you going?"

Qin Feng was silent.

"Excuse me, I'm abrupt. Let me introduce you, I am a ghost of the Holy City Parade. Fang Cai came to inquire only when he saw the face of the Taoist friend, and there was no malicious intent. The ghost smiled as he spoke, but the green-faced fangs added a bit more hideous. Stretching out a sharp finger and pointing ahead: "I persuade Daoyou to go back, in front of me is a coast called the Undead Trench, which is nearly a thousand miles long, and surrounds the entire sea of dead silence. It is a forbidden place here, and it is also a natural line of defense. ”

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows: "Oh?" but he saluted with curiosity: "Can you tell me in detail about the situation in this Undead Canyon?"

I saw the ghost shake his head: "Boom." Yin smiled and stretched out a hand, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Take it. Without waiting for Qin Feng to move, the nightmare mouth spewed out a gray streamer towards the ghost. A person's face is like a painful shadow in the streamer, and it is actually a soul.

Before the streamer flew in, the ghost impatiently leaned out of the dark clouds, and snatched it with a greedy hand: "Ah! this, this is the soul of wailing that is unique in a thousand?" As if he was afraid of Qin Feng's return, he immediately swallowed the soul of wailing into his stomach and acted as drunk.

It took a while for the ghost to come back to his senses: "You're so generous. Well, I'll tell you everything I know. ”

"No one can remember how the Immortal Trench was formed. I only know that I am shrouded in a black fog all year round, and once I enter, it is difficult to get out. Among them, there are endless undead creatures, most of which are ordinary skeleton zombies. But there are also many ghosts, beasts, corpses, demons and other high-level undead, and there are even rumors that someone has seen a bone dragon there. In short, countless undead have made it a forbidden place and a paradise for adventurers. From time to time, it is rumored that a lucky monk has found a rare treasure. With that, the ghost admonished, "But don't be fooled by it, those lucky ones are one in a thousand. Believe me, I've lived here for almost two hundred years. I've seen too many monks trying to break in, and none of them can come back. You must know that every ten years in the Sea of Dead Silence, a beast tide erupts, and millions of sea beasts launch an attack on the Undead Trench, and none of them have successfully broken through. Never!"

Qin Feng pondered: "Is this so?" This ghost said something serious, but he didn't know if it was alarmist. However, retreating from the battle is not Qin Feng's style, no matter what, at least go and see it with your own eyes before making a decision.

With a condensed expression, Qin Feng said firmly: "Thank you for telling me, but Qin still plans to take a look and make a decision in person." I'm going to take my leave for now. With that, Edgeworth moved forward in an instant, without any hesitation.

The ghost slowly turned his head to look at Qin Feng in the distance, as if looking at a dead man: "Jiji, good luck, living person." ”

Three days later......

"Is this the Undead Heavenly Trench?" Qin Feng said in a deep voice. Standing on this border, you can even smell death, this is simply a paradise for the undead.

It was as if we had reached the boundary of light and shadow, and at the front of my line of sight was an endless black mist soaring into the sky. It was like a canopy of heaven obscuring the light, and in the black fog struggled with distorted faces, and weeping wails came from the ears. If it weren't for the ghost's telling, I might have thought I had broken into hell.

The evil mare turned into a human form and turned his head to look at Qin Feng: "Master." To go or not?"

"Haha. Qin Feng smiled suddenly: "Naturally, why don't you go?" Didn't that ghost say that there are also ghost cultivators who can come out of it." I, Qin Feng, can do the same. I saw Qin Feng's confident face. This self-confidence comes from strong strength, but also from the hard work day and night and the tempering between life and death!

The nightmare looked at Qin Feng silently, but silently understood Qin Feng's thoughts. "Understood, let me make the way for my master." "For a while, I even had an impulse, if the owner could be alive, I really wanted to see the owner thousands of years later. Can you find the way of your master?

"Dark Shelter!" The Evil Nightmare Skull Short Staff pointed at Qin Feng, and the power of the dead gray soul poured out of it, invading Qin Feng's body in an instant.

"Ahh Looking at the dark canopy again, I felt a sense of affinity. And the vision is not obscured by the canopy, and you can barely see through it even the desolation of a place and the wandering skeleton zombies.

"Let's go, Nightmare. "After that, Qin Feng should step in first.

Deliberately trying to get close to these skeletons and zombies who only have instincts. It seemed that these low-level undead couldn't smell Qin Feng's breath of a living person, so they didn't attack Qin Feng. On the contrary, because of Qin Feng's cultivation, they avoided it one after another.

There was nothing but bones, carrion, and ash in the air.

There is nothing to refer to, and it is difficult to even feel the passage of time. Qin Feng estimated that he had walked for three hours, then suddenly stopped and frowned: "How does this undead heavenly moat feel like it is in a formation, how do I feel that we are spinning in place." "The divine consciousness is completely imprisoned, and it is impossible to go out to investigate the terrain at all, even the sixth view blessed by the Dao crown has no effect at all.

The nightmare looked up at the sky, but there was only darkness: "It should be this canopy that is misleading us." "The line of sight is blocked, the spiritual sense is suppressed, and it is impossible to discern the direction at all.

There was nothing as far as the eye could see, only a zombie wandering dozens of meters ahead.

"There you go. Qin Feng said suddenly: "As long as there is a reference, we can see through this obstacle." ”

The Nightmare didn't react for a moment: "What?"

Qin Feng said coldly: "Kill the undead creatures along the way, and use their corpses as a reference. ”

Nightmare suddenly: "Good idea." In this case, if you see the corpses on the road, you will know that we are on the wrong path. ”

"Yes. As he spoke, Qin Feng picked up the scabbard, only to see the colorful spiritual light erupting from the scabbard and condensing without dispersing. The right hand was held weakly, and in an instant, he saw a colorful long sword in his hand, which was like a fairy weapon. "That way we can be sure. As long as there is an enemy in front of us to stop us, it means that we are on the right path!" As he spoke, Qin Feng's face was full of unruliness, the Mandate of Heaven is up to me! No, the Mandate of Heaven has never hindered sentient beings. The destiny of heaven is the sword in the hand, and the unyielding thought in the heart. The mandate of heaven is to use the sword to rewrite the so-called fate!

The fog of the Undead Heavenly Trench could no longer confuse Qin Feng. Skeletons and zombies along the way have become Qin Feng's guiding light, where there are undead, just go where to go.

These minions-like undead don't know how many they have killed, and at first they formed a group of threes and threes, and the more they went, the more dense they became, and later there were thousands of corpses. However, they were all low-level undead, and Qin Feng handed them over to the Nightmare to solve. Let the black flame purify everything. For a moment, the foul-smelling barren land was filled with the smell of meat.

Nightmare laughed in a cruel voice: "Why, what kind of undead moat, it's nothing more than that." "Roughly calculated, in just such a moment, at least tens of thousands of skeletons and zombies were burned to ashes.

Qin Feng shook his head and admonished, "Don't be careless. This should only be the periphery, and there should be high-level undead in the core area. As he spoke, his expression became more and more solemn, and as the ghost said, there were countless undead here. There are so many low-level undead I have seen along the way, but I don't know how many undead there are in the entire undead moat?