"Wow! it hurts!" Lin Fan opened his eyes, he was hanging on a dead tree, scarred all over.

"It's so dangerous! I almost fell to my death!" came the voice of the iron pot man from a tree next to him, and Xia Shentong also hung on the dead tree.

Lin Fan endured the pain and jumped down from the tree, surrounded by a gray mist, and could only vaguely see those gray mountains in the distance.

"Hey, wake up!" the Iron Pot Daoist dragged Xia Shentong down from the tree and patted him on the face.

"Fatty, are we going to the Netherworld?" asked Xia Shentong, who opened his eyes in a daze.

"Look around!" shouted the Iron Pot Man.

"Ghost ...... Ghost...... Ghost Crying Ridge!" Xia Shentong looked around, almost crying, I don't know if Lu Dao was excited or frightened.

"Damn, I just fell to death, why didn't I die if I fell into this hellish place!" Xia Shentong shouted with a crying voice.

"Don't scream! maybe there's still a chance to get out!" said the Iron Pot Daoist with a wave of his hand, and he actually observed the two dead trees hanging from them.

The gray bark of the two dead trees was as rough as rocks, and the branches were still tough even if they had died, and they could withstand the impact of Lin Fan's fall from a great height.

"It should be some kind of sacred tree that can take root in Devil's Cry Ridge, but unfortunately it still dies. The iron pot man pulled a branch with great force, and said regretfully.

"Has anyone been here?" Xia Shentong pinched a strip of dark brown cloth from the dead branches.

"There's blood on it!" said the Iron Pot Daoist who took the rotten cloth and sniffed it, pointing to the dark brown spots.

The "......" strip of rotten cloth had become shattered, it had been around for too long, and now it would disappear at the slightest touch.

The silence in the Devil's Cry Ridge was terrifying, and there was a faint and distant sound of Devil's Cry coming from nowhere.

Lin Fan and the three of them didn't dare to walk around and grope around, there was a huge danger hidden in the Ghost Crying Ridge, and they would die if they were not careful.

"The more you look at this Devil's Crying Ridge, the more it looks like a man-made man-made man, this is a huge magic circle, we can't get out of it, it is made with the help of the momentum of heaven and earth, and there is no flaw at all. The Iron Pot Daoist said, he had a deep understanding of the formation, but it was not enough to get a glimpse of the mystery of Devil's Crying Ridge.

"The age of the appearance of the Devil's Cry Ridge is still relatively late, it was formed during the ancient flood and famine, and those ancient emperors and emperors should know the origin of the Devil's Crying Ridge, but unfortunately they don't seem to have left any record of this. Xia Shentong said.

"It's so gray that you can't tell what you can tell you can tell you from, and it's so hard to find a way out. Lin Fan shook his head and sighed, he is meditating and healing now, if he wants to find a way out in this Devil's Crying Ridge, he has to adjust his state.

"It is impossible to fly in the sky here, and the invisible force envelops the entire Devil's Cry Ridge. The Iron Pot Daoist recovered some strength and tried to fly into the air, he felt an irresistible force, and he flew two feet high and could not rise again.

"The more closely you observe, the more terrifying you feel about Devil Cry Ridge!" The Iron Pot Dao people tried to carve a large rune seal formation on the ground covered with rock fragments and gravel, which was a formation that calculated the direction, but at this time it lost its effect in Devil Cry Ridge, and those runes lost their divinity to communicate with the laws of heaven and earth, and became a string of useless patterns here.

"I'll see if this works. Xia Shentong pulled out a bronze turtle from his own cave, and on the back of the turtle was carved twenty-eight constellations and a large number of obscure sigils.

"Zhengtianyi?" The iron pot Taoist also knew this little object and called out its name.

"Well, this was given by a senior of the Ancient Dao Cliff back then, even if you get lost in the void, you can find a way out with this thing. Xia Shentong said, he tried to use his spiritual power to urge the Celestial Instrument several times, but the result was a failure, and the Celestial Sphere lost its effectiveness in the Devil's Crying Ridge.

"The Heavenly Machine of the Ancient Dao Cliff calculates the past and the present, and can even use psychic hexagram to capture the vague traces of the future, but I didn't expect that this Zhengtianyi from the Ancient Dao Cliff has also lost its effect!"

"It's not a way to go on like this, there's no way out!" Lin Fan said, looking around, trying to find a way out.

The Ghost Crying Ridge was dark and silent, and it didn't see the light of day all year round, even if Lin Fan and a few immortal cultivators stayed for a long time, they felt a cold aura about to penetrate into their bodies.

"There are some bones here!" Xia Shentong wandered around, and he found several fragments of bones that had been worn out in a pile of rubble.

"Wounded by a sharp weapon, he died in battle!" said the Iron Pot Daoman, picking up half of the neatly severed skull.

"There's still one here!" Xia Shentong shouted as he ran into the distance, picked up a skull, held it high, and held it high.

"They are all strong! they have been killed by an even more powerful enemy!" the Iron Pot Daoist tapped the skull, which made a metallic tremble.

Then Xia Shentong found several skeletons, they were not far apart, it looked like they were killed by the same enemy, these skeletons have existed for thousands of years, and even the clothes are completely rotten, leaving only a pair of hard bones.

"Kill one person in ten steps! The murderer goes in a fixed direction!" said the Iron Pot Man, who found the bones almost in a straight line.

"Maybe that's the way out!" Lin Fan said after thinking about it.

"It's possible! We'll have to try it now!" said the Iron Pot Daoist nodded.

"Hurry up, I don't want to stay in this place any longer. Xia Shentong shouted, and the first one rushed to the front.

......

"Damn, how do I feel that we are going deeper and deeper into the Devil's Cry Ridge?" Xia Shentong said weakly as he sat on the ground, he, Lin Fan and the Iron Pot Dao people walked for an unknown amount of time in this Devil's Cry Ridge, but they still didn't find a way out.

"The direction is correct, but we are still careless, do you remember the movement of those mountains before the birth of the strange treasure?" said the iron pot man as he sat down, took out the dried meat and chewed it.

"So we've already gone around into the depths of Devil's Cry Ridge?" Lin Fan asked, his surroundings still shrouded in the gray mist, making it impossible to see where he was.

"It should be. The Iron Pot Daoist replied.

"There should be a sound of these mountains moving, or at least a tremor. Xia Shentong said.

Some immortal cultivators are profound, and they have mastered the laws of opening up the heavens and the earth, such as their own 'domain' opened up by the immortal cultivators of the Liuhe Transformation Realm, although this is a drop in the ocean compared to the great heaven and earth, but this is also something that requires a certain degree of comprehension of the laws of heaven and earth to do so. And there are people in this world who have the means to reach the heavens, they can change the laws of heaven and earth, they can distort or even overlap a piece of space. The iron pot man said.

"So we may not have walked in a straight line, or maybe even spanned thousands of miles in one step?" Lin Fan said, he roughly understood what the Iron Pot Daoist meant.

"I've also heard of this kind of supernatural power, but if you want to envelop the world, I'm afraid it's difficult for even saints to do it. Xia Shentong said.

After walking for a long time, Lin Fan inadvertently saw the blood-red mountain through the gray mist, and what they were most worried about still happened.

"Ahh

"Knock!" the iron pot man unceremoniously knocked down.

Lin Fan and the three of them changed direction, away from the blood-red mountain, it was so terrifying that they couldn't even run away if they encountered any evil spirits.

However, Lin Fan and the others were still too naïve, they found that no matter how they walked, the blood-red mountain would always appear in front of them, and it was getting closer and closer, and they could even feel the overwhelming and desperate coercion coming from there.

"What the hell!" Xia Shentong suddenly screamed, startling Lin Fan and the Iron Pot Dao people.

Xia Shentong pointed ahead, only to see a black shadow that looked like a person standing there, and when Lin Fan and the others got closer, they disappeared.

There is a strange dark green talisman on the ground, like a ghost, giving people a very evil feeling.

"It's a seal! I'm afraid there's something even more terrifying up ahead!" said the Iron Pot Daoist after pausing and looking at it for a while.

Lin Fan and Xia Shentong also stopped, not daring to step forward easily.

"Ugly ......" Lin Fan's ears sounded with a ghostly smile, which was terrifying.

"It's that damn thing!" Xia Shentong shouted, and he saw the black shadow in the human form again.

The black image of "Hu ......" dissipated like a fog, and soon reappeared not far away.

"It's not a yin spirit! It seems to be a wisp of residual thoughts of some world-famous figures, and the resentment will not disappear, and the residual thoughts will not be extinguished. The iron pot man squinted his small eyes and said.

"Whew!" The black shadow kept dissipating and turning into a black mist, and then reappeared, getting closer and closer to Lin Fan and them.

"Can't let it get close, its body has a very heavy evil aura, we are contaminated, even if we can get away with it, we will immediately attract heavenly punishment and be chopped into ashes. The Iron Pot Daoist shouted, and he pulled Lin Fan and Xia Shentong back.

The humanoid black shadow smirked again, and appeared in front ......of Lin Fan and the three of them in the blink of an eye.

It was a black mist in the shape of a human being, and it had no facial features.

Lin Fan stared directly at the black shadow, he felt like he had fallen into the abyss of cold despair at that moment, but the oracle bone in his eyebrows trembled and pulled him back.

"Punish the evil and retreat!" Lin Fan found that the Iron Pot Dao and Xia Shentong had become abnormal, their eyes were empty and godless, and they seemed to have been robbed of their minds, and in a hurry, Lin Fan took out the oracle bone, hoping to deter this black shadow.

"......Huh" The black shadow trembled, instantly turned into a black mist and dissipated, never to appear again.

"It was so dangerous just now, the Yuan Shen of the Poor Dao was almost devoured!" said the Iron Pot Dao Man patted his chest.

"Hell, Daddy, come and save me!" Xia Shentong shouted with a crying voice, and then he was beaten by the iron pot Dao people.

Lin Fan and the three of them walked for a long time, and they didn't see the blood-red mountain again, just when they were rejoicing, the haze in front of them dispersed, revealing a blood-like red mountain.