There were a total of fifteen members of the Murong family, including Murong Wenxi. Their trip was also because of the words of the Taoist Xuanzu, and they wanted to try their luck in the Dead Realm to see if they could get the earth - shattering good fortune.
Chen Qingyuan reached an agreement with the Murong family and walked down from the airship. With the jade bracelet covering it, Chen Qingyuan's cultivation base did not appear. Even the cultivators of the Murong family could not see through Chen Qingyuan's details. Through this matter, they were even more convinced of the ability of the ghost doctor. Even Chen Qingyuan, whose spiritual root had been abolished, could be cured, and his strength was superb and mysterious.
"The red fog has dissipated, let's go." Murong Wenxi was one of the strongest geniuses of the Murong family, and now has the cultivation base of the late Nascent Soul Realm.
A hundred years ago, Chen Qingyuan was a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, crushing his peers, and had a lot of fame in the vast Northern Wilderness. Now, the losers of that year have surpassed Chen Qingyuan. However, with Chen Qingyuan's bones, it doesn't take long for him to regain the peak of the younger generation.
"Boy, follow us closely." An elder glanced back at Chen Qingyuan and reminded him.
Immediately, everyone walked into the Dead Realm quickly, not daring to waste time. According to the experience summed up by the cultivators who entered the Dead Realm before, the three hours when the red fog cleared was the safest time. If he didn't come out within three hours, he would probably stay in the Dead Realm forever.
"Miss Murong, why don't you take me with you! If I'm lost, it's not good." With Chen Qingyuan's cultivation base in the Xuanling Realm, he couldn't keep up with the Murong family on foot. During this trip, the weakest of the Murong family were Jindan cultivators, and the leader of the group was a respected elder with the cultivation base of the God Transformation Realm.
"Hold on." Seeing that Chen Qingyuan knew the whereabouts of the ghost doctor, Murong Wenxi had to agree and threw a light - colored cloth strip out.
As the cloth strip floated over, a faint fragrance came to his face. Chen Qingyuan grabbed the light - colored cloth strip, and Murong Wenxi held the other end tightly.
Whoosh - The forces of all parties set out one after another and entered a red soil continent that looked like blood, and there was no end ahead.
As they went deeper, the land in front became more and more dark red, and an inexplicable oppressive atmosphere floated between heaven and earth. Mountains, rivers, boulders, fields and seas were all blood - colored.
On the way, Chen Qingyuan and others saw a cold white bone, which they thought was the person who had entered the Dead Realm before.
"Changkong Mirror." The leader of the Murong family was an old man named Murong Ping. He noticed a broken mirror inserted in the crack of the stone and recognized its origin.
"Venerable Changkong has disappeared for more than a thousand years, so it turns out that he was buried in the Dead Realm, what a pity!" Murong Ping sighed.
When everyone heard these words, their hearts trembled slightly. The cultivators who could be called Venerable were at least great powers in the tribulation period. In the ninth realm of tribulation, every level needs to face life and death. Venerable Changkong definitely can't go to the end and wants to come to the realm of death to fight. However, he lost.
The winner is the king, and the loser is the knight. Since ancient times, this has been the case. Any top power who can enter the realm of Mahayana, which one is not after nine deaths.
"Although the treasure mirror is broken, it still has great commemorative value, keep it!" Murong Ping received the broken Changkong mirror in his arms and bowed slightly in the direction of the void to show respect for Venerable Changkong.
Then, everyone continued on their way. According to the words of Taoist Xuanzu, it is very likely that a world - shattering treasure has been born in the dead domain, and the specific location is unknown, so it can only be met by fate.
According to the thoughts of ordinary people, the deeper they enter the dead domain, the greater the chance of finding the treasure.
"It seems that there are people from Wangbo Zong and Yucheng Holy Land in front, and it seems that they are fighting." After a stick of incense, everyone found that there are two groups of people who are fighting, and they have collapsed in a radius of more than 100,000 miles.
Murong Ping didn't want to make trouble. Chen Qingyuan kept silent and followed the Murong family forward.
With the protection of the Murong family, Chen Qingyuan didn't encounter any trouble along the way. Not long ago, many forces saw that the Murong family had picked up the Long Sky Mirror and didn't dare to go forward to snatch it, afraid.
It has been an hour, and everyone still hasn't found any clues about the treasure.
"If we can't find it yet, we can only go out for the time being and wait until the next time the red fog clears before we can find it again." Someone suggested.
"Let's look for it again!" Murong Ping glanced at it for four weeks, and the sky and earth were dark red, making it difficult to see any clues.
Behind the crowd, Chen Qingyuan noticed that the jade bracelet on his body was trembling, and he quietly used a wisp of spiritual sense to investigate it carefully.
The jade bracelet trembled in the direction of the front right, as if guiding Chen Qingyuan forward.
However, Chen Qingyuan couldn't directly go to the direction pointed by the jade bracelet, otherwise it would definitely arouse everyone's suspicion.
This place is already on the verge of leaving the dead domain, and it is difficult to see the traces of other forces. You have to think of a way to separate from the Murong family, otherwise it will be difficult to do things later.
The previous journey was indeed due to the Murong family, if not for this, Chen Qingyuan would definitely encounter a lot of trouble.
Some forces came to the dead domain to seek opportunities, while others were specifically engaged in murdering and offending goods. Anyway, after killing the person, he threw the corpse in the dead domain, and there was no trace to be found, so there was no need to worry about revenge.
"What is that thing?" Just as Chen Qingyuan was thinking about how to separate from the Murong family, Murong Wenxi noticed some wind and sand in front of him.
Everyone immediately looked and saw that the wind and sand became bigger and bigger.
"It may be the rumored storm in the dead domain, hurry up and leave!" Murong Ping's face changed and said loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the group of people rushed outside like crazy, and the speed was extremely fast.
The storm at the beginning was very small, but soon it swept up a huge storm and spread to many realms in the dead domain.
In just half an hour, a mass of red mist mixed with a frenzied storm came towards Chen Qingyuan and the others.
According to the usual rules, the red fog would dissipate for about five hours. However, this time it was only more than two hours, and the red fog descended, and it also rolled up a terrible storm.
Storms in the Dead Domain only break out once in hundreds of years, and I didn't expect to be encountered by Chen Qingyuan and others, it was really unlucky.
"It's over." Chen Qingyuan turned his eyes to look at the red fog storm that was pressing over, and his eyes glared, without any resistance.
"Boom -" The storm swept to the edge, and countless people were swallowed by the red fog and killed by the laws of the Dead Domain.
The lucky ones escaped and survived in a mess.
When the storm came, the cultivators of the Murong family were too busy to take care of themselves, so how could they control Chen Qingyuan.
The red mist enveloped everything, and Chen Qingyuan found that he was not affected by the law of the dead domain, which was very strange.
Then, Chen Qingyuan turned his head and saw Murong Wenxi, who was unconscious. Because there was a light - colored cloth strip between the two, they were buried in the same place.
"Are you dead?" Chen Qingyuan walked towards Murong Wenxi, a hundred meters away, and the wind and sand hit his face, and the red mist moved with the wind.