Chapter 42: Into the Ghost Prison

The palm sitting of Fei Fengfeng was a seventy or eighty-year-old man with a rickety figure, hanging a gourd cane and a rosacea, dressed like a beggar, but he was the highest cultivation among the several palm seats, Uncle Mao.

After a few palms sat down and exchanged a few words, Uncle Mao also said tremblingly: "Okay, it's all here, and there won't be more nonsense." After entering the hell of the ghost, you will also be at your own risk.

Presumably, when you signed up, you all got a space bag, which contains a talisman, and after thirty days, as long as you pinch this talisman, you can automatically teleport out.

Of course, if you encounter any danger, you can also pinch and explode this talisman in advance, but the space bag will automatically remain in the ghost prison because of its own thirty-day prohibition, and it will be obtained by other disciples in the ghost prison.

And all the '**' you get in it must be packed into this forbidden space bag, otherwise it will not be recorded in the rankings.

The disciples of the four peaks will be teleported to different places in different realms, and you will not be able to meet them at first, so you can rest assured.

There are many kinds of ghosts in this ghost prison, and ordinary demon beasts and ghosts don't pose much of a threat, and you should especially pay attention to the human souls that have cultivated to the level of ghost soldiers and even ghost generals, this kind of ghost things often have a certain amount of spiritual intelligence and are very strong.

The cultivation of the ghost soldier is probably equivalent to the realm of your current situation, but the cultivation of the ghost general is equivalent to the realm of the furnace ding realm.

However, there are no ghost generals in the area where the family has set up the magic circle inside, and this has been repeatedly determined by our Furnace Ding Realm elders."

Uncle Mao, who said that he wouldn't talk too much nonsense, said for half an hour, and then the other three people who were a little helpless led to a big cave in the north of the canyon that could accommodate people.

Entering the cave, the group walked through the winding cave corridor for more than ten miles, Dugu Bo just felt that he was constantly walking towards the bottom of the mountain, because the cave corridor has been inclined downward, and there are many downward steps.

The cave gallery has glowing mineral inlays at every interval, which allows everyone to see the structure and layout of the cave corridor.

These cave corridors have obviously existed for an unknown number of thousands of years, and they are covered with moss and weeds, but you can see that the cave corridors are carved with various colors of spirit pattern prohibitions.

It's just that it's been a long time, and it's been mostly covered by moss and weeds.

Half an hour later, the group finally came to the huge stone hall with a radius of 100 zhang, the sky above this stone hall was stalactites of various colors, and below it was a small square that had been artificially excavated.

There is also a quadrangular high platform in the center of this square, and there are jade carved pillars on the high platform to enclose it in the center, and there are several white jade steps on all sides.

After everyone walked out of a hole in the west of this hall, they suddenly had a sense of a cave.

Because all kinds of stalactites shine this place very dazzlingly, but also grasp all the situation at a glance.

After Dugu Bo entered this place, he saw that there was a huge white spirit pattern magic circle with a diameter of five or six zhang in the center of the quadripartite high platform, presumably they were going to enter the ghost prison through this spirit pattern magic circle.

Soon, the four peaks took more than 100 disciples of each other to surround this square high platform.

"The disciples of Feifeng, Qianlong, Luo Yun, and the four peaks of Diecui have entered this magic circle one after another. Uncle Mao said loudly, every word seemed to be reflected in the ears of a group of low-level disciples, and everyone's ears made everyone's faces pale.

After he finished speaking, more than 100 disciples behind him walked towards the huge square platform.

After a meal, after all the Feifeng Peak disciples entered it, Senior Uncle Mao also said to the other palms: "Senior Sister Qiao, Senior Brother Feng, Senior Brother Yang, let's start now!"

Immediately, he also turned into a gray sun and flew to the west of the giant ** array; the three palms immediately nodded slightly, and they also turned into three rays of various colors of suns and flew to the east, south, and north of the magic circle and stopped.

Then, I saw the four palms sitting at a speed that Dugu Bo couldn't even see, and dozens of magic decisions entered the huge circular magic circle below.

"Buzz!"

A huge humming sound then filled the entire hall, and a dazzling white glow suddenly swept away from the center of the circle in all directions, completely submerging the figures of more than a hundred disciples standing on the stage.

Bursts of terrifying spiritual pressure carried gusts of wind in all directions, blowing the hair of the low-level disciples in the audience flying towards the back.

However, in the blazing sun where the four palms were sitting, all kinds of glows kept hitting towards the circle where the center was located.

After a cup of tea.

When a huge counterclockwise white hurricane came together in the center of the circle, suddenly all the visions disappeared without a trace.

The disciples and the white glow on the high platform in the hall all disappeared, but the spirit patterns on the high platform were still emitting a slight buzzing sound and a faint glow.

"Next, disciple of Qianlong Peak!" Feng Daoqing said loudly.

Dugu Bo and the others immediately walked towards the center of the Dharma platform.

When the group of them came to this magic circle, Dugu Bo felt that the inch-wide spirit pattern ditch under his feet rushed to the soles of his feet, and he felt a slight sense of numbness.

Immediately, when the four palms in the sky concocted the law to penetrate some of the grooves around the circular circle they were in, the white streamers suddenly filled the mysterious spirit pattern ditch under their feet.

In a loud whistling sound, the magic circle under Dugu Boton's feet flashed with a dazzling white light, making him unable to see the surrounding scenery clearly, and he couldn't see it even from a foot away from the same door.

After a cup of tea, when there was a buzzing and dizziness in his brain, his feet were empty, and he suddenly lost his center of gravity.

Somewhere high in the sky of the Ghost Prison, a circular spirit pattern circle the size of a zhang flashed, blowing the surrounding black miasma in all directions.

Immediately, a young man in a white robe who looked fifteen or sixteen years old staggered out of the spirit pattern light array, and this young man was Dugu Bo who came to the ghost prison through the teleportation array.

I saw that the moment he disappeared from the Spirit Pattern Light Array, he also fell down involuntarily, and with a flick of his long sleeves, a black sword shadow immediately flew out of his cuffs, and flew to his feet in a burst of circulation, taking him down.

Only then did he stand on the flying spirit weapon with a slight jump in his right ear, his eyes looking around.

He saw that the air around him was filled with the smell of rotting corpses, and the gray miasma covered all directions, and he could only vaguely see a small hill composed of black stones more than ten zhang below.

It is impossible to tell whether it is day or night here, everywhere is gray, you can only vaguely see the surrounding scenery, and farther away, the eyesight is not half useful.

Then, he turned into a white afterimage and flew to a part of the hill that was not known how high.

After putting away the flying spirit weapon, Dugu Bo immediately released his divine sense, but he was surprised to find that these surrounding gray mist could actually block his divine sense detection, and he could only explore the surrounding area of more than ten zhang or so.

These bare hillsides with only black stones left don't know how far they stretch up, down, to the left, to the right.

After muttering secretly for a while, Dugu Bo quickly walked towards the foot of the mountain.

There are bursts of low "whine" wind around it, like the low cry of a widow, giving people an unusually cold feeling, and the temperature here is much lower than the outside world, if it is on the earth, this place is like a cold summer winter in the depths.

After walking for more than ten miles, Dugu Bo also came to a gentle canyon, and before entering this ghost prison, the Min family did not give them a map, so he could only walk one step at a time.

After a cup of tea, just as he was standing in front of a huge ancient tree that had dried up, he suddenly felt a cold wind behind him, and then, his figure flickered, leaving an afterimage here, and he disappeared without a trace.

At this time, a monster with a crane-headed bear body exuding black gas all over its body, its giant palm the size of a millstone also pierced Dugu Bo's figure.

Seeing that it had failed to win the blow, the monster opened its beak and let out a strange quack.

However, in an instant, a golden light pierced through its chest, and its blood-red eyes suddenly eclipsed.

Immediately, a gray shadow burst out of his chest, but out came a human hand, which was holding a gray, diamond-shaped black stone.

Then, the hand of the person holding the black stone twitched, and it disappeared into its chest, leaving only a large hole.

"Bang!"

The monster with the body of a crane beast and a bear fell to the ground head-on, stirring up a puff of sand and dust on the ground.

And the position behind him, Dugu Bo looked at the black stone in his hand with some curiosity.

"Is this '**'?" Dugu Bo felt a pang in his heart, and then released his divine sense, he felt that this "**" gave him an extremely boring feeling, like motion sickness.

"I heard that this is a material for refining soul-like spiritual weapons, and the effect is not bad, but the quality is a little worse. ”

After shaking his head, Dugu Bo also put this palm-sized "**" into the forbidden space bag.

I heard that the higher the cultivation of this ghost thing, the greater the value of the "**" produced, but the more points are calculated in the ranking statistics.

And the higher the cultivation of the ghost object, the darker and more transparent the color of the **, the current one is only gray, and it is full of impurities, at most it can be regarded as nine grades**, the highest level** is naturally a product, but this kind of ** has not yet been launched, because the ghost thing with such a high cultivation is also difficult for mortal cultivation to be hostile to.

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