Chapter 247 Sea of Bone

A soft white light flashed by, and the energy of space fluctuations slowly disappeared. After five minutes of silence, Zhao Qianyang was not being transmitted away, and his heart was a little lost. Then he looked up and looked at the surrounding scenery.

A vast white fog shrouded above and flowed slowly. At Zhao Qianyang's feet, the bones of unknown years were deposited, piled together as high as firewood, with a click. When a skeleton passed by Zhao Qianyang, it made a crisp sound, which made a creepy feeling.

"What is this place?" Zhao Qianyang muttered to himself. No one answered Zhao Qianyang, and there was still a dead silence around him.

"Bang!" Zhao Qianyang casually slapped and slapped the bones under his feet. In an instant, the broken bones flew all over the sky, and the sound of broken bones sounded even more creepy. When Zhao Qianyang slapped this palm, he had already regretted it. Everyone here had died, leaving only one skeleton left, and he even Bones will also be destroyed. After thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing at myself why there are so many bones here.

"Papa."

With a crisp sound, Zhao Qianyang reached out to the sound, and a black thing appeared in his palm.

"What is this?" Zhao Qianyang muttered to himself that this thing has two fingers wide and thin, and it looks extremely smooth, but when you put it on it, you can feel that this fast-black thing is not extremely smooth, but has many uneven and large lines. These lines are runes of different sizes.

"Is it a soul Jane?" Zhao Qianyang muttered to himself again, releasing his soul power to stimulate this black thing.

"It's really a soul Jane." Zhao Qianyang was overjoyed, and then countless runes emerged on the black sign. These runes hovered around Zhao Qianyang's body and looked very dazzling. Now Zhao Qianyang's cultivation is very profound, and he can selectively accept the inheritance and knowledge in the soul simple.

Zhao Qianyang's heart moved, and in an instant, countless runes poured towards Zhao Qianyang, and their seals were deeply engraved in the depths of Zhao Qianyang's soul.

After a long time, Zhao Qianyang slowly opened his eyes and sighed, "Well, it's just some useless soul formulas. What the hell is this place?" He threw this soul Jane on the ground and released his divine consciousness to investigate. This shocked Zhao Qianyang's heart. Thousands of meters away, kilometers away, were all skeletons. This discovery made Zhao Qianyang breathe a cold breath. After a long time, he recovered and muttered, "Will I become one of these skeletons? No! Absolutely!"

Zhao Qianyang gritted his teeth vigorously and continued to fly forward, "Oh! What is this?" On the hand bone of a skeleton, there was a golden sword inlaid with several soul stones that Zhao Qianyang had never seen before. The light of the soul stone was already dim. However, this golden sword is still dazzling, and the rune engraved on it is even more exquisite.

"This sword should be refined by the soul cultivation in the realm of the soul. Have all the soul practitioners of the soul mansion fallen here? Zhao Qianyang said lightly. He stretched out his hand, and the golden sword flew to his palm.

It's like sleeping for ten thousand years, suddenly hearing the master's call, the golden sword showed dazzling glory, and the sound of the sword went straight to the blaze. Zhao Qianyang casually put away the golden sword and continued to walk. At the beginning, Zhao Qianyang was still a little uncomfortable walking alone in these bones, as if there were countless dead souls looking at him in the dark, staring at him, cursing him, and blaming Zhao Qianyang for staining their bones. Slowly, Zhao Qianyang became numb. In the process of walking, Zhao Qianyang kept discovering all kinds of soul cultivation supplies. He found that none of the things in it were ordinary, and there were several strange things. Zhao Qianyang had never even seen or heard of them. The complexity of the rune seal engraving on it exceeded Zhao Qianyang's imagination.

"Where the hell is this?" Zhao Qianyang said faintly, took a long breath and roared, "Damn, where is this fall to the ground?" The roar is better than the roar of the dragon and the tiger.

Silence, without any echo, seems to be telling Zhao Qianyang that this is a place of death. It is impossible for anyone to hear his roar.

"Up, by the way, fly up."

Zhao Qianyang's body turned into a sharp arrow and flew up quickly. However, when he touched the fog above, he found that things were not as good as he thought. There were some violent breaths in the fog. When Zhao Qianyang flew over, these originally silent fogs slowly turned towards him. Flow past. Zhao Qianyang's mind moved and automatically condensed into an armor outside him, with colorful light flowing. It offsets the violent atmosphere in the fog.

As he kept flying up, Zhao Qianyang felt that the fog was getting thicker and thicker, and he was swallowing his armor quickly. Zhao Qianyang was shocked: "How could this happen?" His hand penetrated the soul armor and stroked the hazy fog.

Stingling, these fog actually made Zhao Qianyang feel tingling. With his current physique, even if a mountain is pressed on his body, it is impossible to feel pain. What exactly are these fogs?

Then, Zhao Qianyang felt that the fog penetrated into Zhao Qianyang's body with the palm of his hand. Zhao Qianyang immediately felt that his soul power was mottled at the beginning, and the fog was actually looking down at his soul power.

"It's not good!" Zhao Qianyang shouted, and the soul curse was immediately released. He began to focus on the scum of the soul power in his body.

"Kkare!" The armor condensed by the soul power actually shattered at this time. It seemed that countless ants bit Zhao Qianyang's body, and then Zhao Qianyang's soul power began to become as if it had been polluted. Zhao Qianyang only felt countless broken memories pour into his soul, and his soul was extremely painful, and even it was very difficult to use the soul curse.

As soon as he bit the tip of his tongue, the sharp tingling made Zhao Qianyang wake up temporarily. He quickly flew down and performed a soul-clearing spell at the same time.

"Boom!"

Like a meteor falling on the ground, countless broken bones splashed up at this time. Zhao Qianyang's body hit the bones all over the sky. His body sank deeply, and countless bones flowed down. In the creepy impact sound, the ten-meter-long gap that Zhao Qianyang hit was buried.

I don't know how long it took for Zhao Qianyang to wake up. He was surprised to find that his cultivation had been refined a little. What's more surprising was that he had arrived in a dark space. However, when the divine consciousness was released, Zhao Qianyang knew that the second surprise was completely self-deception.

"Damn, I wish this was a dream!"

Zhao Qianyang flew out of the bones and looked blankly at the white sky. It was just a fog that seemed to never drift away. His body was stained with a layer of white ashes, which were smashed by Zhao Qianyang. As soon as his body shook, Zhao Qianyang's body immediately returned to its dryness, as if he had just taken a shower. Zhao Qianyang spent another hour repeatedly straightening out his thoughts. I have to say that he is indeed a little flustered now.

"What does this place have to do with the ancient ruins? Are these people transmitted from ancient relics, or are they transmitted elsewhere, or are they already here? The fog above is so strange, just like the energy in the soul beads, but it is more violent than the soul beads. Is it condensed by the soul power of these dead people? Zhao Qianyang felt that he knew little. So he continued to search.

About a month later, Zhao Qianyang wanted to go crazy, but slowly put up with it. If there had been no soul curse, it was estimated that Zhao Qianyang would have been rational now. During this month, Zhao Qianyang searched while walking, and the things he collected could be piled up into a kilometer-high hill. Any one of these things can cause a sensation in the dust star.

Zhao Qianyang did not show any surprises for these treasures. If he can use everything in exchange for the possibility of returning to the dust star, Zhao Qianyang is also willing to exchange it. Zhao Qianyang has also been completely used to life in these white bones. In his eyes, these white bones are like branches, and his head is like a small stone, more like a container for someone.