After walking for dozens of miles, the two finally arrived at the first ghost town in the Dark Hell Road.

Standing in front of the city gate, Feng Ling carefully observed his surroundings. This place is obviously different from the outer periphery of the Dark Clan, and the miasma fills the air like smoke and mist, filled with wisps of rich evil qi. The pungent smell of rotting corpses wafts through the tip of your nose, and no amount of effort you try to get rid of it. There is not a single trace of green grass here, but dead branches and leaves can be seen everywhere. The dry cold wind is blowing, mixed with fine sand, and it plays with your cheeks mercilessly!

The walls are not too tall, as if they could be jumped over. But if you look closely, it is covered with delicate runes. With the arrangement of the runes, a huge ghost head appeared, like a roar, like a roar, noisy dissatisfaction before death, condensing the unwillingness after death!

Jin Xuerong's good-looking eyebrows were raised slightly, and her eyes were very solemn!

"These are supposed to be souls who died in the Hellway, captured by runes, and forced to be the guardians of the city walls. Feng Ling explained. It seems that if you want to enter the first ghost town, you can only enter through the city gate, and you can't take it at all!

This Dark Hell Dao has existed in the world for tens of thousands of years, countless Dark Clan cultivators have died in it, these unjust souls are countless, and the guards of the city wall will only continue to increase, and there is no sign of weakening!

"I really admire the Dark Clan Ancestor, such an enduring rune can be created, it's really a genius!" Feng Ling shook his head and sighed. Although the eight clans are now divided and competing against each other, if you compare the talents of the ancestors, the dark clan is obviously superior! Although the methods of the ancestors of the dark clan were cruel and imprisoned so many unjust souls that they could not be reincarnated in peace, they also created the legend of the Dark Prison Dao! Although they were selfish and cruel, this could not negate the intelligence and talent of others. Since the beginning of Chaos, after the birth of the Dark Clan, they have been the king of individual cultivators, with outstanding individual strength, flexible minds, and amazing talents. But at the same time, they also have a fatal weakness - the people of the Dark Clan will never fight together. This is also the main reason for the division of the eight tribes today. The rest of the groups are good at uniting, and although their individual strength is insufficient, their faith and loyalty will always be there. These positive spirits are something that the Dark Clan, who advocate solitude, will never have!

The two of them cautiously came to the city gate, and looked up at the city gate carved with huge dried corpses. The withered eyes of the dried corpse stared coldly at the two of them, as if they were seriously scrutinizing, which made people feel cold!

Feng Ling raised his hand and pushed, but there was no reaction at all, it seems that there is another mystery in this door, and it is impossible to enter easily without finding the "key"!

"There's a palm print on the head of the dried corpse!" Jin Xuerong's cold voice came.

"Huh?" Feng Ling raised his head, and the head of the dry corpse several meters high was slightly sunken, with five distinct fingers, and it was a huge palm print!

"Is this the key?" It stands to reason that the first city shouldn't be too difficult to enter, and the obvious "key" makes sense. Feng Ling no longer hesitated, and flew up with the wind!

"Click!" The moment Feng Ling glided down the wind, he felt the infinite pressure pouring over the city gate, and ruthlessly crushed him to the ground, smashing out a striking deep pit!

Feng Ling frowned, and a dancing flame suddenly appeared in his right hand.

The flame was extinguished the moment it appeared.

Feng Ling once again urged the dark element in his body, and a cloud of black mist swirled out, which was not suppressed just now.

It seems that the Hellland Dao also forbids the power of the remaining seven elements. This has never been known, and it can be described as a secret for thousands of years. However, this secret did not do much for the eight clans, who were absolutely forbidden to communicate. The ancestors of the Dark Clan spent countless efforts to create a peerless training path, of course, they didn't want the fruit to be stolen by other clans, which was also reasonable for the selfish Dark Clan. However, they never imagined that in the world of the first and present, there were already eight ethnic groups, each divided into spring and autumn, and there was no intention of communicating with each other. Until the current world war, although the Dark Clan and the Jintu Clan have united, few other races have entered. Over the years, the habit has made his clan completely lose the mind of making up for each other, and blindly work behind closed doors, so although the Dark Hell Dao is world-famous, no other clan has coveted it.

Shaking his head, he shook off these nonsense thoughts, anyway, what does the world have to do with him. Urging the body to cultivate the Dan Bead, it soared up, and a palm was fiercely imprinted in the groove.

Boom! The huge city gate began to squeak open against the ground as Feng Ling's palm containing the dark element invaded.

Feng Ling and Jin Xuerong glanced at each other and stepped in through the crack in the door.

Boom! As soon as the two of them stepped in, the gate closed with swiftness, as if it had never been opened and closed except for a cloud of dust.

Feng Ling operates the elemental power in his body, and unlike outside the city, the city no longer restricts the elemental power outside the dark clan, and can be used as he pleases.

"It seems that this limitation is also limited, and of course such a vast project cannot exist everywhere, and how much power it will take. Feng Ling muttered in his heart.

Taking his attention off the city gates, Feng Ling noticed the scenery inside the city.

There is not the slightest life, not even the alien beast exists. The buildings in the city are sparse and ruined. Feng Ling could see that their original appearance was not like this, it seemed that they had not been repaired for 10,000 years, but they were deserted! There was a sea of sand in the city, not only was there no trace of plants, but even the water source was not visible. The air is also dry to the limit, without a trace of moisture. It's a sea of dead sand!

"Be careful, although there is no sign of life here, it is very strange, it is estimated that it is a city that raises the things of death!" Feng Ling reminded Jin Xuerong softly. The environment seems to be very peaceful now, but it is this abnormal peace that makes Feng Ling's hair flutter.

I've long heard that the crisis of the Dark Hell Road is random, it seems that this gate is strange, not the first city that everyone experiences is like this, it must have been teleported to this city when Feng Ling and the others didn't pay attention.

Boom, boom, boom! The silence suddenly erupted, and countless footsteps shook the earth, making an earth-shattering roar.

There are no living creatures, but there are countless footsteps, which is really weird.

"It's a dry corpse!" Jin Xuerong exclaimed, his hands in an attacking stance, and the runes flashed above his head, and he was in a state of battle at any time.

Following the prestige, isn't it thousands of dried corpses rushing here!