There is a place at the junction of the center of the four realms, which is called the Netherworld Ghost Land, and legend has it that all the monks who entered it did not come out alive.

The entire Netherworld was shrouded in a dim mist all year round, and the terrifying and cold aura that came out of it also made many monks dare not cross the thunder pool for half a step.

But it was such a terrifying place, who would have thought that the largest force in the Heavenly Realm was located in it.

Bu Si followed Xiao Qianye directly into the mist, but he didn't take Feixue, after all, Feixue's goal was too big, and it was better not to expose the ghostly land.

As soon as he entered the mist, he felt the mystery of this ghost land without saying a word, these were not fogs but a huge phantom array, just like a sect's great array of protectors.

Without saying a word, he directly saw through the delusion, saw the whole picture of the entire Netherworld Ghost Land, stepped out, and flew out of the big array directly.

The Netherworld is not only not terrifying, but it is unusually beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the climate is suitable, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the most conspicuous and incongruous is the towering giant tree in the center of the Netherworld, but although the giant tree is large, it is almost dead, and the vitality is so weak that it is almost imperceptible.

Looking at the giant tree silently, he couldn't help but think of the towering giant tree in the nine-layer heavenly realm.