Walking on the endless wasteland, from time to time you can see a few strange plants, Ling Feng walked in front of a plant like a thorn bush, the rattan of this plant is covered with spikes, Ling Feng touched it with his hand, with a little force, he actually felt a slight pain, this made Ling Feng take aback, the chaotic immortal body plus the forbidden body, and also experienced the holy blood tempering to get the flesh, and this plant, can actually make Ling Feng feel pain, if you pull a few roots, I am afraid it can be used as a secret weapon, and the body of an ordinary Dao Realm monk can't resist it at all。

There is also a plant, like a blooming overlord flower, but the volume is several times larger, and the appearance is extremely ugly, there is no beauty to see, from the middle of the bud, it is also constantly spitting dark green smoke, for the sake of caution, Ling Feng did not take the initiative to approach with his body, but took out an ordinary piece of dark iron from the storage ring, the dark iron is in the spiritual ore of the immortal cultivation realm, it is considered a bottom-level existence, but the hardness is still commendable, enough to block the bombardment of the Dao Realm monks dozens of times, and it is also one of the main materials for ordinary Dao Realm monks to refine magic weapons, this piece of Xuan Iron, Ling Feng himself can't remember where he got it, Maybe it was left by a poor guy who came to rob Ling Feng but was killed back, Ling Feng threw the dark iron into the smoke, and after a while, the appearance of the dark iron began to change, layers of rust began to emerge, and soon eroded the surface of the dark iron, Ling Feng immediately used his divine sense to remove it from the smoke, the power of chaos wrapped his hands, held the dark iron, and carefully observed, he found that the surface of the dark iron was eroded very seriously, but it was not damaged too much, but it was enough to witness the power of this smoke, once the ordinary monks entered the Dao realm, I am afraid that it would be corroded immediately, and in this place, there are all kinds of different terrifying plants, such a place, breeding ghosts, to the point that it seems to be excusable.

In this way, Ling Feng continued to embark on the journey, in this kind of place, there was no daylight, eternal dead silence, and the surrounding scenery could also be said to be immutable, mortals fell into it, I am afraid that it would be difficult to distinguish the direction, but for Ling Feng, it was not a problem, just arrange a simple directional formation, corresponding to the Big Dipper on the void, to help guide the way, Ling Feng quickly identified the direction he should go.

Along the way, Ling Feng was very vigilant all the time, not to mention the ghost beasts, this place alone was enough to make people careful, every plant was so special and terrifying, who could guarantee that something would not suddenly burst out.

The longer he walked, the more Ling Feng felt that something was wrong, and there was a chill lingering in his heart, and he didn't know if it was because of the environment of this place, or because of the premonition in the dark, the rocks standing around, if you look closely, you will find that the shape of these rocks is very similar to a human shape, with different postures, and some can even see "expressions", but they are all close to, sadness, pain, hatred, Resentment and other extremely negative feelings, the more you look at it, the more chilling, and the more you feel vivid, at first it was just a little similar in shape, but as time went by, what fell into the eyes became less and less like a rock, but like a living person, being turned into a rock, and the soul has become a ghost now wandering at the bottom of the valley, with concern for the world and infinite hatred, there is great hostility to all living things, and the remaining evil souls in the mortal world are nourished and strengthened by the breath of the netherworld, and stay in the human world, this thing is a ghost, but from a certain point of view, the existence of the ghost is also a kind of alternative immortality, of course, this kind of immortalityI believe that no one will choose, no mind, no thought, just relying on resentment and instinct to support the remnants of the world, this so-called immortality, in the end and suffering in the endless purgatory, most monks, would rather be scattered than in this extreme way to remain in the world, what kind of immortality.

"That's not right!" Ling Feng covered his head and shook his head vigorously, he found that these rocks were constantly affecting his sanity, if he was allowed to develop like this, it was estimated that he would also become a collection of resentments like ghosts, lose his mind, and wander in this canyon forever, even if he died, his soul would probably turn into a ghost, and he would never be able to live beyond his life.

Of course, Ling Feng's Dao Heart was not so easy to break, and he quickly noticed that something was wrong, his mood was ethereal, he dispelled distracting thoughts, and put a Concentration Pill in his mouth, finally getting rid of the invasion of evil thoughts, and at the same time, Ling Feng couldn't help but stop, while he was affected by various negative emotions, not far from him, another pair of ghosts finally appeared.

The scale of this ghost team was even larger than the previous one, twenty or thirty ghostly with hideous faces and terrifying appearances were moving in the direction of Ling Feng, and the speed was extremely fast, and when they saw a living person, it was like seeing food, and they pounced on it.

Ling Feng released his divine sense, trying to see something, but the result was unexpectedly failed, the strength of the ghost, without personally fighting to verify it, it is really difficult to see from the appearance, the strength of the ghost has a lot to do with the amount of its obsession and resentment, maybe he was a monk in the Empty Netherworld when he was alive, but after his death, he turned into a ghost but became the level of entering the Dao Realm, of course, there is no guarantee that he was a monk in the Dao Realm before he died, and he will not turn into a ghost in the Empty Netherworld or even a higher level after death.

"Roar!" The ghost led by the ghost flew over, and the rotten palm grabbed in the air, and a long sword transformed from true power appeared in his hand, which couldn't help but make Ling Feng's eyebrows raised, it seems that the ghost is different from the ghost beast, because at least they were all cultivators of the Dao Realm before their death, and they may still have some memories of their lifetime, and they can use their true power and even simple mystical methods, although they have no spiritual wisdom and purely rely on resentment to act, but there are many of them, and they are still very threatening.

The ghost holding the long sword was extremely fast, and soon exceeded the distance of the rest of the ghosts, with a thick miasma, roaring, holding the long sword, slashing towards Ling Feng's head......