There was no smoke at the end of the passage, and with the influence of the bald head, Zhang Ji's spirit became slightly lifted. Immediately, I saw Zhang Ji take a few steps faster and enter the pillar of light.

The next scene he saw made Zhang Ji's eyes shocked, and his heart became solemn.

I saw that in a huge square hall, there were many corpses of monks lying down, as well as some broken puppets and some broken blades and halberds.

Although the corpses of those monks had been cold for a long time, they still had the color of warm jade, which was obviously the surface of the strong cultivation before their death. Judging from Zhang Ji's experience, these monks were at least real powerhouses during their lifetimes.

And not only that, those puppets also have blades, and they are all very high-end goods.

Zhang Ji's brows furrowed slightly, revealing a little thoughtful: "There are other people in this palace, and at least they are Jin Dan cultivators and above, and there are quite a few ....... ”

When the murmur reached this point, a corpse qi suddenly gushed out of Zhang Ji's body. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Ji transformed into a golden body of alchemy. The aura of the original foundation building peak suddenly skyrocketed to the early stage of Jindan.

"It seems...... , It's involved in a high-level ruin, and you have to be careful later. With a soft mutter, Zhang Ji walked towards the group of corpses and puppets.

Zhang Ji originally wanted to pick up some leaks, but the people in front of him didn't give him a chance. There was not a single thing of value left in the field, it was completely a picture of what had been cleaned up.

A somewhat speechless smile, Zhang Ji looked towards the end of the hall.

I saw that at the end of the hall, there was a half-meter-high platform, on which stood a teleportation array of a long size, which looked like it was running at the moment.

The other people in the palace simply went to other places through this teleportation array.

Zhang Ji's eyes were slightly condensed, and he slowly stepped into the ground and walked over. Immediately, I saw Zhang Ji bend down expressionlessly and examine it carefully.

"No problem!" Zhang Ji muttered easily after a long while.

Zhang Ji is also not very proficient in the way of formation, so the inspection is very difficult. It took a while to reluctantly check out a rough idea.

Clapping his hands slightly, Zhang Da strode onto the teleportation array. As soon as the light flashed, Zhang Ji disappeared.

......

After a whirlwind, Zhang Jiren appeared in a desolate valley.

I saw that not very far from him, suddenly stood a stone tablet more than three meters high. The stele is engraved with three large silver ancient characters, which are 'Soul and Ghost Yuan'.

"Ghost Abyss?" muttered to himself, and Zhang Ji muttered with some uncertainty, "Could this be the first test of the ruins?"

Except for the radius of more than ten meters to which the plaque belongs, it is all gray, and there is a chilling cold mist floating in it, and there are a few ghost screams from time to time, which completely makes people's hearts shudder.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Ji frowned and said, "With such a strong ghost aura, there must be a large number of Yin Souls!"

Zhang Ji muttered here, and deliberately looked up at the sky. Although the sky is gloomy, it is difficult to hide the howling wind and ghostly aura behind it.

This place is not ordinary!

Glancing at the stone monument behind him, and then at the gloomy ghost fog in the distance, Zhang Ji used his whole body aura and walked towards the haunted house in the distance.

As soon as the gray mist saw someone coming in, it immediately seemed to be conscious, turning into countless whistling and hideous large and small ghosts, tumbling and rushing towards Zhang Ji.

At first glance, you can see that this eerie fog is extremely vicious. If ordinary mortals were haunted by it, they were afraid that they would immediately be sucked into blood and dry up and die. As for the soul, it was sucked into it by the ghost mist, and it sank forever, and there was no way to get out.

Although this ghost fog is evil, Zhang Ji is not afraid of it, he has the means to protect the ghost fog.

As soon as Zhang Ji raised his hand, the corpse qi in his body immediately gushed out, covering it in the center and forming a protective cover. As soon as the ghost mist touched those gray corpse gases, it immediately let out a corrosive sound of 'snort!', and then several clouds of smoke were seen rising, and there was a faint ghostly roaring sound.

When the surrounding ghost fog was seen, it immediately seemed to have some wisdom, and he didn't dare to approach it at all. It's just outside the corpse qi, constantly whistling, teeth and claws.

Although the ghost road and the corpse path are very close to each other, they are still opposite avenues.

The two are almost antagonistic and restrained.

After being prepared, Zhang Ji slowly walked towards the depths of the ghost mist. The sky is full of fog, and I can't see where the direction is, so I have to find a way forward quickly.

Because of the relationship between the previous people, there are many messy road traces on the ground, facing all directions. Zhang Ji just observed for a while, and then counted it in his heart. The direction with the most traces is most likely the most correct direction to go.

Zhang Ji only needs to follow the traces and catch up.

The places under Zhang Ji's feet were all potholes, and it looked very damp, and Zhang Ji could only walk one tall and one short.

After walking for half a day, the scenery in front of me still did not change in the slightest, but it was still so cloudy and windy, mixed with the roar of powerful ghosts. It's just that the color of the cold ghost fog gradually has a darker meaning.

As time slowly passed, Zhang Ji's brows gradually furrowed. I saw Zhang Ji's gaze constantly sweeping over the ghost mist, and there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

"Click!"

At this moment, a crisp voice sounded, and Zhang Ji stopped suddenly, and a hint of discoloration flashed on his face.

"What is this?" I saw Zhang Ji's face change slightly, and one foot moved away from the original place.

Because there was a pile of white bones at his feet, and some tattered and gorgeous clothes were wrapped in them, and at a glance he knew that he did not know ordinary clothes. And on the broken white bones, there is also a faint aura of aura, just like the aura of a monk, vaguely as if there is a spiritual surname.

Next to the white bones was a pile of fragments of ancient mirrors that had been broken into many pieces. Although there are still some spirit surnames left, they are very bleak, and it is obvious that the source of the copy is about to be exhausted.

"Another unlucky bastard!" Zhang Ji glanced at Bai Gu and shook his head slightly.

This is obviously a hapless guy who is trapped in this place.

Looking at the aura halo on his bones, as well as the faint spiritual surname on the ancient mirror beside him, it is enough to prove that this person was a powerful monk before his death. It's a pity that after the fall, no one picked up the bones for him, which is really ridiculous!

It can be seen that it is difficult to repair the line, once you make a mistake, it will be a catastrophe!

"Hey!" sighed softly, and Zhang Ji let out a spiritual light and buried the pile of white bones.

Rest in peace!

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