Chapter 107 Enter the Divine City again

"Huh! I'd like to see how horrible this damn place is!" Fan Hao, the chief disciple of Feixianmen, snorted, jumped up and rushed into the death zone. The black fog in the death zone is not as horrible as before. Fan Hao is surrounded by golden light, blocking the black fog and gradually walking towards the depths of the death zone.

The practitioners looked at it one after another, and hesitated. With Fan Hao taking the lead, other disciples of Feixianmen also entered the death zone. Next, a white shadow flew out, and it was Su Xiaobai, who also threw himself into the death zone.

Gradually, the practitioners of the major factions walked into the death zone one after another. Zhuge Fuliang and stammered at each other and said, "Let's go in and have a look. Maybe the divine collection of Fengmang Mountain is really here."

Zhuge didn't nod his head. In fact, he also wanted to see what had happened to the black tower after so many days. Secondly, the black brick that had been hidden in his body. The black brick must have some connection with the black tower. He wanted to know what kind of object it was, which could attract countless undead creatures. Crazy about it.

The dark fog surged, Zhuge was not bright, staddled, and the monk named Hua Fei rushed into the death zone. The words, staddled and Hua Fei's body gushed out with different colors of true Yuanguang. And white light gushed out from Zhuge Butang's body.

"You are... Non-attribute spiritual root?" Hua Fei looked at Zhuge Wuliang with some surprise.

Zhuge Butang nodded silently and did not say anything. Several people walked to the depths of the death zone. Although the black fog here has gradually faded, it is still a little faint. The three did not dare to use the sword. Who knows whether there is a powerful undead creature hidden in the black fog.

The black fog tossed, and the four people moved forward carefully. The practitioners who had entered it before had disappeared. Maybe the route they chose was different from that of the four people.

"be careful, this area is full of undead creatures, and some undead creatures are not even worse than the masters of Yuanying." Hua Fei reminded him that he was holding a golden Zen stick in his hand.

This death zone spread hundreds of miles or even thousands of miles. The four people shuttled through the black fog. Zhuge Wuliang probably remembered the direction of the Lost God City with his memory and went all the way north.

In this bleak world, even if the mind is sharp, it is difficult to distinguish between the southeast and the northwest. Sure enough, the four people gradually lost their sense of direction, surrounded by black fog, and the four people turned aimlessly.

"This is really a ghost place. I asked myself that my consciousness was strong enough, but I still lost my way. Now it's really killing me. Fortunately, we haven't met an undead creature yet. With a look of distress on his face.

As soon as the voice fell, the black fog rolled, and a shadow rushed out of the black fog, with a ferocious roar, and the evil spirit rolled in.

"Fuck you, crow's mouth!" Zhuge Fuliang stared fiercely, and the four had to be careful.

"Roar!"

A rotten ancient corpse rushed out. The ancient corpse exuded an unpleasant stench. The clothes on his body were already ragged, and there were two cold knives behind him. Needless to say, this was also the body of an ancient immortal.

The cold knife behind the ancient corpse, with two sharp edges, crossed in mid-air, like a pair of scissors at the four people.

"Dang!"

Hua Feiwu moved the Zen stick in his hand and bombarded two cold knives. Although the cold knife was a magic weapon left in ancient times, its power could not be underestimated. Hua Fei was split out and retreated a few steps awkwardly.

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

The ancient corpse roared, his instinctive knot seal, two shouts flew away like a shock, and flew straight to Hua.

"Hey, hey, hey!" The words and stattering also took turns to move the Zen stick and rushed to the ancient corpse. The Zen stick flashed with different brilliance and pressed down.

The black gas on the ancient corpse steamed, and he actually faced the attack of words and stattering with both hands.

"Bum!"

"Bum!"

With a muffled sound, the ancient corpse was like copper and iron. The attack of words and stingling hit his body, and he couldn't break his defense.

"Da Luo Jingang!" The two shouted at the same time. Behind them, two huge virtual shadows appeared, like two golden arhats, four or five meters tall and full of divine light. At this moment, the Zen stick in the hands of stabbling and talking became bright, like a magic weapon, flying the ancient corpse far away.

The ancient corpse roared and raised its hand. The two cold knives flew back to his side, constantly fighting against stattering and talking.

Hua Fei also rushed up. Behind him, there was also a golden arhats. The three of them worked together to surround the ancient corpse, which gained the upper hand for a while. The ancient corpse's hands changed quickly, and two cold knives flew around. Layers of knife shadows leaked down.

At this time, Zhuge Buliang took action and slapped two cold knives on the top of the ancient corpse's head. The two cold knives buzzed and almost flew out. The ancient corpse roared and retreated in a row. Zhuge Buliang kept taking action, and his air slapped at the two cold knives, which trembled and buzzed.

"Roar!"

Two fierce lights appeared in the eyes of the ancient corpse, manipulating the cold knife to fly away, talking and stattering, and then quickly hiding in the black fog and disappearing in a blink of an eye.

"What a terrible murder!" Hua Fei said with lingering heart.

Zhuge Bushing's heart moved, and he always felt that these undead creatures seemed to be different from before. The undead creatures I met with the little demon fairy in the Lost City had no intelligence and only knew the attack of one. At present, this undead creature seems to be enlightened, knowing that the invincible retreats.

Is it because of the mutation of the black tower that these undead creatures have also metamorphed? Zhuge Buching thought so in his heart.

Suddenly, a terrible idea ignited in Zhuge Fuliang's heart. These undead creatures have been buried in the Lost City for tens of thousands of years, and they go to attack the Black Tower every day. The five stones guarding the Black Tower were broken. With the help of the Black Tower, there was a mutation, and these undead creatures gave birth to some intelligence. If the Black Tower is completely captured, these undead creatures are likely to be completely resurrected.

Thinking of this, Zhuge Fuliang couldn't help shivering.

"Talk... Words... Talk, you... less... less... talk less in the future. Your mouth is too... It's so poisonous!" He stammered and stared at the words.

He said depressedly, "It's you who think too much. It's just a coincidence. If my mouth is really so effective, then I hope to have another undead creature now. Do you think he will come? Does he come?"

"Roar!"

The roar sounded, and a shadow slowly approached in the black fog.

"Here we go!" Hua Fei and the black line on his stadding forehead, looking at the words with resentment.

He said with a surprised face and said, "No way, am I really the prophetic emperor? Is my mouth really so effective? Come on, I don't know if it's one or a group..."

"Shut up!!" Hua Fei, stab and Zhuge Fuliang shouted at the same time.