Li Sidao's eyes widened in shock.
Meeting an old friend in a foreign land is a great fortune.
But recalling Su Huai's attitude towards her in the realm of immortals, the title of Yanyue Holy Son still didn't make it out of his mouth.
If he had called out and the other party ignored him, Li Sidao, who had entered the world and understood a bit of human relations, could have been so embarrassed that he could have dug a three-bedroom apartment with his toes on the spot.
Su Huai didn't notice Li Sidao hiding in the crowd, nor did he realize that he had just passed by the legendary true daughter of destiny.
Unlike the beings waiting outside for the opportunity to enter the Misty Tower, Su Huai was a VIP player with a back door.
The bronze oil lamp did not stop outside the mist.
Instead, it led a long line of people straight into the tower, disappearing into the yellow sand and mist, and resolutely floating towards the center.
Many beings thought they were smart and wanted to mix into the team.
The bronze oil lamp did not refuse.
But as they went deep into the mist and stepped into a mess of yellow sand, there was a sudden commotion in the team.
"It's so itchy..."
"Why is it so itchy..."
Many beings began to scratch their bodies, nails, claws, leaving a bloody scratch on their heads, backs, waists, and limbs.
The further they went, the more itchy they felt.
But they seemed to have lost their sense of pain and thinking ability, shouting about the itchiness while tearing their flesh crazily.
After walking for about fifty meters, those who scratched their bodies suddenly showed a strange smile, lay on the ground, and stuffed the yellow sand into their bodies.
They all shouted the same words in unison:
"Faster... a little faster..."
"It's about to succeed, it must be successful!"
"As long as it's successful, no one can stop me anymore! No one!"
They kept harming their bodies until their lives were completely lost, their souls were exhausted, and they fell into the yellow sand with a thud, becoming one of the thousands of dry bones.
This is the filth left after the death of the domain god.
Whether it is a mortal or a town-protecting state, no one can resist the erosion of filth. Once contaminated, they can only welcome the arrival of death.
Even the domain master may die in the mist!
Filth kills people randomly, so there are those who are eroded in the team, and naturally there are people who survive by luck.
Their bodies trembled, thinking that following this strange team could safely reach the Misty Tower.
Who knew, following them was no different from stumbling blindly, they would die inexplicably, and they could not avoid the erosion of filth at all.
Oh, there are also different places...
Soon, the people who survived by luck found that those with a small oil lamp on their heads were all fine.
In the critical moment of life and death, who cares about the other party's background. An immediate strong town-state reached out to grab a small oil lamp on the head of an emperor-level Tianjiao.
Zi La--
The moment its spiritual power touched the small oil lamp, the pure white flame spread from the oil lamp, following the spiritual power of the town-state into its body.
The fire burst out, and the screams echoed.
The overreacher perished in the fire, his soul was extinguished, and not even a trace of ashes was left.
The rest of the people who wanted to imitate this scene all lost their voices and were frightened.
The emperor-level Tianjiao, who was regarded as the target of the robbery, sneered coldly, with a disdainful look at the group of scattered repairers who were scared.
Don't even recognize the soul lamp of the Lord of Chaos City, and follow it foolishly, what else can it be but a scattered repairer!?
Su Huai also retracted his gaze and calmed his heart.
Strictly speaking, he is also a scattered repairer.
If it weren't for the way of the Lord of Chaos City, the danger of the Misty Tower... he would never dare to take it.
The world is so beautiful, there is no need to risk one's own life for a vague opportunity.
Only by living can there be a chance to stand out.
After this incident, most of the scattered repairers who followed the team and survived left.
After following this road, they also saw that the bronze oil lamp was not guiding the way to the Misty Tower.
It's just relying on the particularity of the oil lamp, and it's just going straight.
They all have ways to recognize the direction of the core, and since following the team does not provide protection and will lose the opportunity to think independently, it's not worth it...
Let's go.
After the scattered repairers who followed up completely dispersed, there were no more accidents in this team led by the oil lamp.
With the protection of the bronze oil lamp, everyone was as stable as an old dog.
Even along the way, they passed through some extremely terrifying dangerous places.
About half an hour into the mist, the team passed through a black quicksand area.
Next to the quicksand stands a huge black ancient tree.
The ancient tree is about a hundred meters high, with many branches, but there are no leaves. Countless black caterpillars are coiled on it, and a distant look makes people shudder.
What's more terrifying is that on the side close to the quicksand, the thickest branch is swaying a vine.
The other end of the vine is hanging a mummy with ragged clothes and dim scales.
Most of the flesh on the mummy has rotted, and it is no longer possible to distinguish what race it is. It can only be vaguely seen that it should have a long tail behind it according to the shape of the bones.
"Jie Zhu..."
For some reason, Su Huai was sure of the other party's cultivation level as soon as he saw the mummy.
"Even the Jie Zhu has fallen here."
"And looking at the state of the corpse, it is actually weathered and rotten like a common being..."
"The misty land, indeed, all beings are equal."
Su Huai retracted his gaze, and his expression became more and more serious.
The state of others is also similar to his, Jie Zhu, even in the most powerful group of the divine realm, is also a small part sitting at the top of the power.
It is hard to see in normal times.
The shock brought by a Jie Zhu-level corpse is no less than finding an ice-elemental creature in volcanic magma.
The source crystal left by the Jie Zhu after death is embedded in the bones of its chest, and because the flesh has melted away, most of it can be seen with the naked eye.
Everyone's eyes are showing a greedy color.
But no one would be foolish enough to lose their mind for a source crystal, leaving the protection of the bronze oil lamp, and running to challenge the strange black tree that can hang Jie Zhu to death.
...
The black ancient tree hanging the dead body of Jie Zhu, the endless bottomless quicksand that you can't see at a glance, the huge beast's corpse that died in a roaring posture, and even the sand soldier army with countless town-protecting state heads hanging on the flag...
In just two hours, the bronze oil lamp took everyone to see no less than ten strange dead places.
Any one of them can swallow most of them, and there is no bone residue left.
People have changed from shock to fear, and then to numbness...
Short for - shock and numbness.
In the third hour, the dazed people finally arrived at the destination of this trip - the Misty Tower!
The Misty Tower was once a magical artifact owned by the domain god who ruled the country of yellow sand and flames.
That domain god has been dead for many years, but the Misty Tower still retains a terrifying divine nature and has the power to kill the peak of the domain master.
Su Huai looked at the Misty Tower in front of him, which was mostly buried in the yellow sand, and only the top of the tower was exposed, and he couldn't help licking his dry lips.
He has self-knowledge, but it doesn't prevent him from coveting this terrifying artifact.
What if!?
What if the spirit of the Misty Tower sees that Su Huai is handsome and insists on going with him!?
If it insists, I can't do anything!
Or
What if he Su Huai took the script of the son of destiny and got the inheritance of that domain god!?
People need to have dreams.
People without dreams are no different from salted fish!
The bronze oil lamp arrived in front of the tall tower and suddenly shrank rapidly, and finally turned into an oil lamp less than half a meter, flying to the left of the door of the Misty Tower.
Su Huai subconsciously looked at the door, and as expected, he saw an identical oil lamp hanging on the right side.
The two oil lamps were in place, and the door roared, shaking off a large area of dust, and slowly opened in the roar.