"Hmph, I want to see how terrifying this ghost place is!" Fan Hao, a disciple of the Flying Immortal Sect, snorted lightly, jumped up and rushed into the death zone...... The black fog in the death zone was not as terrifying as before at the moment, Fan Hao was surrounded by golden light, blocking those black fogs out, and gradually walked towards the depths of the death zone.

All the cultivators looked around, hesitated, and hesitated. With Fan Hao taking the lead, the other disciples of the Flying Immortal Sect also entered the death zone. Next, a white shadow flew out, and it was Su Xiaobai, who was also thrown into the death zone.

Gradually, the cultivators of the major sects walked into the death zone one after another, Zhuge Buliang and the stammering chatter glanced at each other, and said, "Let's go in and take a look, maybe the god of Fengmang Mountain is really here." ”

Zhuge nodded with a smile, in fact, he also wanted to see what had changed in the Black Tower after so many days, and secondly, it was the black brick that had been hidden in his body, this black brick must have some kind of connection with the Black Tower, he wanted to know what kind of object this was, which could cause countless undead creatures to go crazy.

The dark black mist surged, Zhuge Buliang, stammering, chattering and the monk named Hua Fei rushed into the death zone, and the chatter, stammering and Hua Fei's bodies gushed out different colors of true yuan brilliance. And Zhuge Buliang's body is gushing out of white light.

"You're... No attribute spirit root?" Hua Fei looked at Zhuge Buliang in some surprise.

Zhuge Buliang nodded silently, did not speak, and several people walked towards the depths of the death zone, although the black fog here has gradually faded, but it is still a little faint, but the three of them dare not resist the sword, who knows if there is a powerful undead creature hidden in the black fog.

The black mist churned, and the four of them moved forward cautiously, the cultivators who had entered it before were gone, perhaps the route they chose was different from the four of them.

"Be careful, this area is full of undead creatures, and some of them are not even worse than the masters of the Yuan Infant Stage. Hua Fei reminded, holding a golden Zen staff in his hand.

This death zone spread for hundreds of miles or even thousands of miles, and the four of them shuttled through the black fog, Zhuge Buliang probably remembered the direction of the Lost Divine City with his memory, and went all the way to the north.

In this bleak world, even if the mind is keen, it is difficult to distinguish between the east and the west. Sure enough, the four of them gradually lost their sense of direction, and the black fog was filled around them, and the four of them circled aimlessly.

"This is such a hellish place, I thought to myself that my divine sense was strong enough, but I still lost my way, and now I really want my own life. Thankfully, we haven't encountered a single undead yet. The look of distress on his face.

As soon as the words fell, the black mist churned, and a shadow rushed out of the black mist, bringing a hideous roar, and the gloomy aura rolled in.

"**, crow's mouth!" Zhuge Buliang glared at the chatter fiercely, and the four of them had to be on guard carefully.

"Roar!"

A rotting ancient corpse rushed out, the ancient corpse exuded an unpleasant stench, the clothes on the body were already tattered, and there were two cold knives behind his back, needless to say, this was also the corpse of an ancient immortal cultivator.

The cold knife behind the ancient corpse brought up two sharp edges, crisscrossing in mid-air, like a pair of scissors slashing towards the four people.

"Bell!"

Hua Fei danced the Zen staff in his hand and slammed on the two cold knives, although the cold knives were magic weapons left over from ancient times, their power should not be underestimated. Hua Fei was actually split and flew out, and took a few steps back in embarrassment.

Zhuge Buliang's pupils contracted, and he had to doubt the horror of the alchemy in the ancient immortal cultivation realm.

The ancient corpse roared, and his instinctive knot seal, the two shouts flew away like a shock, and approached Hua Fei.

"Ahh

The black gas on the ancient corpse's body was steaming, and he actually met the attack of chatter and stammering with both hands.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and the ancient corpse was like a copper skin and iron beaten, and the chattering and stammering attacks hit his body, but they couldn't break through his defenses.

"Da Luo Vajra Technique!" The two of them burst into tears at the same time, and behind the two of them, two huge phantoms appeared, like two golden-bodied Arhats, four or five meters tall, with a clear divine light. At this moment, the Zen staff in the hands of the stammerer and the chatter also became bright, as if it was a divine weapon, sending the ancient corpse flying far away.

The ancient corpse roared, raised his hand and made a move, and the two cold knives flew back to his side, constantly fighting against the stuttering and chatter.

Hua Fei also rushed up, and behind him, there was also a golden-bodied Arhat suspended, and the three of them joined forces to surround the ancient corpse, gaining the upper hand for a while. The ancient corpse's hands quickly changed the law, and the two cold knives flew vertically and horizontally. Layers of sword shadows invaded and leaked down.

At this time, Zhuge Buliang made a move, and slapped the two cold knives on the top of the ancient corpse's head with one palm, the two cold knives buzzed, and they were almost shocked and flew out, and the ancient corpse roared, and retreated in defeat again and again. Zhuge Buliang kept making moves, and one after another slapped the two cold knives, and the cold knives trembled lightly and buzzed.

"Roar!"

The ancient corpse's eyes revealed two fierce rays of light, and he manipulated the cold knife to slash Hua Fei, chattering and stammering back, and then quickly hid into the black mist, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"What a terrible beast!" Hua Fei said with palpitations.

Zhuge Buliang's heart moved, he always felt that these undead creatures seemed to be different from before. The undead creatures that he and the little demon fairy encountered in the Lost God City at the beginning had no intelligence, and only knew about the attack of one. And now, this undead creature seems to have opened its mind, knowing that the invincible is actually retreating.

Could it be that it was because of the mutation of the Black Tower that these undead creatures also transformed? Zhuge Buliang thought in his heart.

Suddenly, a terrible thought ignited in Zhuge Buliang's heart. These undead creatures have been buried in the Lost God City for tens of thousands of years, and they have to attack the Black Tower every day. And one of the five stones guarding the Black Tower shattered, and through the Black Tower, a mutation was born, and these undead creatures gave birth to a little wisdom. If the Black Tower were to be completely defeated, it would be likely that the undead would be completely resurrected.

Thinking of this, Zhuge Buliang couldn't help but shudder.

"Words... Words....chatter, you... Less later... Few... Talk less. Your mouth is too... It's so poisonous!" stammered and glared at the chatterbox.

The chatter said depressedly: "It's you who think too much, it's just a coincidence, if my mouth is really that effective, then I hope that there will be another undead creature now, do you say he comes?"

"Roar!"

A roar rang out, and a shadow in the black mist slowly approached.

"It's coming!" Hua Fei and the stammering stammered black lines on their foreheads, looking at the chatter viciously.

The chatter looked surprised, and said: "No, am I really the prophetic emperor, my mouth is really so effective.......?"

"Shut up!!" Hua Fei, stammering and Zhuge Buliang shouted at the same time.