Yan Xing was astonished.
When he looked around, he seemed to be at the bottom of a dark and deep, endless abyss, with endless pressure coming from all directions. Strange and unknown creatures were like ghosts swinging in the darkness, wild and terrifying, screaming and killing them.
Click!
A sharp, shattering sound resounded from the depths of his heart, and Yan Xing's body and thoughts sank at the same time.
Within five minutes, the wind spirit talisman was completely exhausted and shattered, and his hope of survival became even weaker.
Click--
An even louder cracking sound came from the ground beneath their feet, and then the earth began to tremble and collapse, as if a gigantic mouth of a cliff had opened, the valleys had caved in, and Yan Xing's golden figure fell uncontrollably into the dark crevices.
Boom! roar!!
Another monster.
It must be a worm from hell, its surface is flowing with red magma, and its upper part is completely covered with a spiral mouth. It rotates, and large rocks fall down, instantly crushing, and Yan Xing's heavy "golden body" also falls quickly, mixing with the mud and rocks.
"I am not afraid of death."
"I just want to climb the endless martial arts path in this life and find the secret of life's evolution. Why are you trying to stop me!?"
"kill--"
Yan Xing looked crazy, and all the grievances he felt today had turned into anger. He was no longer the weak little town slave, but the king of the Blue Star underworld, Fudo Ming King!
"Fire Talisman Armor! Meteor!!"
bum! !
Yan Xing crushed the only offensive talisman in his hand at the moment of death. In an instant, a red-hot fireball ball measuring nearly three meters long burst out, tearing through the darkness like a meteor, shooting towards the giant mouthparts of the hellworm.
Wow!
How to describe it? In Yan Xing's perception, his attack was like a fifty-cent cannon hitting a Tiger tank weighing dozens of tons.
'Jil~~Boom! '
Ho ho ho!! !
Just as Yan Xing was feeling embarrassed, the worm suddenly let out an extremely painful roar, and then its gigantic body began to twist and twitch, and its armor-like flesh and blood began to collapse wildly towards the center.
The hellworm was instantly squeezed into the mud and the flesh and blood disappeared, leaving only a dark sphere with a radius of several meters.
hissing...
Yan Xing took a breath and muttered in disbelief: "Uncle Lan tricked me, didn't he? This isn't the power of the talisman armor, it's clearly a black hole destruction cannon!"
However, it was a joke that came after the Disaster. Yan Xing could sense that the fireball that had just been thrown out was mediocre, and the round sphere that resembled a black hole had probably appeared here. It instantly killed the Hellworm.
Yan Xing followed closely before he could think too much and was pulled into the black ball that suddenly appeared along with a lot of soil and rocks.
Fortunately, its body was so small that it wouldn't get stuck in the flesh like a worm.
puf--
The black ball lasted only a few breaths before it broke apart and dispersed like a bubble. The dust settled, leaving only a large hole deep in the ground.
…
Yan Xing fell into pure darkness, unable to see, and his five senses were confused and mixed. He felt that his body was like a noodle, being stretched until it turned into a thread, and then it turned into a piece of white light.
"Öhöm!"
After an unknown period of time, Yan Xing regained consciousness with a violent cough, his five senses returned, and the confusion that almost made him feel nauseous gradually disappeared.
"Where is this place?"
Yan Xing's expression was dazed. The moment his eyes focused, he saw the thick white fog surrounding him. His pupils suddenly dilated and touched the ground, catching a few crystal fragments and smashing them hard into the flesh and blood of his chest.
"Golden Light Talisman Armor!"
His body was stretched and kneaded as he passed through the black ball, and all the golden talismans on his body were expelled from his body and pressed under his hips.
Buzz!!
Golden light covered the surface of the body, and the moment it came into contact with the pure white mist of the outside world, it instantly dispersed as if it had never existed.
"How is this possible!?"
Yan Xing jumped to his feet in shock. A golden talisman could protect the holder from erosion in the red mist for a quarter of an hour, but when faced with the white mist, it actually failed and could not last even a moment.
Chi Guo's body was once again covered in mist, but he was not harmed at all. Yan Xing slowly calmed down from his fear of the red mist.
If this mist really wanted to harm him, he would turn into a skeleton before he woke up and would have no chance of resetting the talisman.
"White mist? Is there such a thing in this world? Why have I never heard Uncle Lan mention it?"
Yan Xing looked dazed and felt that the few talismans he had struck on his body had actually been used up. This indicated that the surrounding white mist was corrosive and much more frightening than the red mist.
Uncle Lan once told him what he had seen from the outside world. Regarding the fog, the red fog, also known as the red fog, is common between the sky and the earth, and is only the weakest type of fog.
In the world, there are also some ancient ruins that are isolated from the outside world. In the ancient hidden lands, there are also mists that are more terrifying than the purple mist in the legend, which is the most terrifying, even dare not touch.
According to records, there are only seven types of fog: "red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple" and this white fog is truly unheard of.
"Does this mean the problem is with me?"
Yan Xing put aside the talismans scattered on the ground, slowly stood up, and without feeling any discomfort, moved his palms in the space, stirring up wisps of pure white mist.
Looking back at his memory, he had never had any personal contact with the mist since he could remember. Perhaps he was immune to the mist's erosion? Or was it just that this white mist was special and would not harm living beings?
Yan Xing slowly nodded. The only criterion for testing the truth was practice. It was pointless to imagine right now, but when he had the opportunity, he had already made up his mind, so he should try it with Scarlet Mist. He could know what was going on.
"This dark ball must be something like a crack in time and space. I fell into it, crossed space, and ended up here?"
Yan Xing suppressed his thoughts and began to explore this strange place. He randomly found a direction and headed away.
The white mist was vast and hazy, like a fairyland. After walking for a while, a row of straight stairs appeared in front of Yan Xing.
The stairs were long, as if they were reserved for giants, and each step was a foot long.
Yan Xing thought for a moment, then started running, using his skills to swim towards the wall and climb up like a gecko.
After ascending and descending to the ninth level, Yan Xing was out of breath and sweating like rain.
"Huh! This body is really weak. After I calm down, I should start cultivating as soon as possible and regain the improvement from my previous life."
Yan Xing is confident that with his experience and the wonders of this world, he can return to peak status within a year.
After passing the stairs and walking more than a hundred steps, Yan Xing was surprised to see the fog in front of him starting to thin out. He couldn't help but quicken his steps and rushed to a large hole where there was no fog.
Suddenly, as if the legend had been reflected in reality, a majestic scene that only existed in legends pierced Yan Xing's eyes.
Team——
Yan Xing was stunned, his Adam's apple rolling unconsciously, his body immobile in place, and he was unable to move for a long time.
Gods and demons?!
Negative?
dear me?
In the vast space, a pure white god's throne hangs in the air, and a tall figure sits cross-legged on it.
There are golden figures with thirty-six pairs of wings on their backs, a Buddha sitting on a chaotic lotus platform, a strange man covered in scales with dragon horns on his head, and a goddess wearing flame clothes...
At first glance they are densely packed and numerous.
Dead silence, silence.
These terrifying figures are like statues; they are immobile, devoid of any vitality, devoid of any imaginary sense of terror and oppression.
Yan Xing's agitated mind couldn't calm down for a long time, so he calmed down, looked left and right, and walked forward.
He discovered a phenomenon: all of these seemingly powerful beings were looking at the same place, their heads slightly bowed, as if they were listening respectfully.
Who's that?
How can they, who are like god and devil, show such expressions?
Yan Xing licked his dry lips and quickly ran towards the end of the gods and demons' line of sight.
This place was truly vast. Yan Xing ran for several hours, and with the physical blessing of the golden talisman, he finally reached a high platform.
The high platform was composed of layers of stairs. Its surface was engraved with strange patterns. When Yan Xing looked up, he saw a small figure sitting cross-legged on the huge throne. clearly.
"Arama--"
Breathing in the murky air, Yan Xing moved his hands and feet and climbed the ten thousand steps, exhausting most of his talisman armor.
"insanlar!?"
Yan Xing was a little surprised. This supreme being that the gods and demons below looked up to turned out to be an ordinary man with a handsome face, about two meters tall!
People can't be judged by their appearance, and sea water can't be measured. Yan Xing was only slightly surprised, but he didn't show any lightness in his heart.
"What's this?"
Yan Xing's pupils shrank, and he saw the man sitting cross-legged on the throne, his right hand raised into the air, tightly holding a colorful ball of light. Light and shadow were flowing, a hazy and psychedelic gaze seemed to have swallowed his soul.
In this extremely quiet area where so many gods and demons were present, only this ball of light was "moving", which instantly caught Yan Xing's full attention.
"If I'm not mistaken, this place must be what Uncle Lan said; a relic between heaven and earth, a secret realm, a magical place with great opportunities and great wealth!"
"All sentient beings and countless practitioners risk their own lives and constantly step into the mist. One of their goals is to visit these ruins and hidden realms."
"Moreover, this is usually something that only extremely powerful beings or powers are qualified to set foot on. Like the previous fire collection in the Sacred Palace, it's nothing compared to the discovery of relics!"
Thinking of this, Yan Xing's breathing became increasingly rapid and his mind became agitated, and stories about heroes in various novels seizing opportunities and soaring into the sky automatically came to mind.
"I was born into this world, and when I looked around, I was in a state of confusion. I didn't even have a complete set of clothes. I was alone. I could only rely on the knowledge of my previous life. But I was weak and powerless in the face of the extraordinary."
"belki..."
"This is my only chance, my only chance to get somewhere in life!!"
This world is very dangerous, terrifying, and full of murderous intentions. Even if he escapes and becomes helpless this time, his chances of getting back on his feet are extremely slim.
But now it was different. If he could take away one or two things, he seemed to have unwittingly reached a very remarkable ruin.
"The elders and the bosses say, if you don't bring it with you in life, you won't take it with you in death. Now that you've fallen, it's a shame to abandon these common things here."
"If you're brave enough, I'll take one or two so they can continue to shine and benefit the world!"
Ahem, of course, the main thing is to benefit someone like me, Yan.
Yan Xing's loud and powerful voice echoed throughout the vast space and he greeted in all directions and waited for a while but did not receive any response.
"iyi!!"
"The younger ones will be disrespected because the older ones didn't object! Thank you very much!"
Yan Xing stood upright with a serious expression, took three and two steps, and quickly arrived in front of the man with the highest status, stretching out his hand to directly hold the colorful ball, without any ink from the light.
bum...
The moment the ball of light passed into his hand, Yan Xing's figure froze, thunder boomed in his mind, and his consciousness went blank.
A faint, cold, emotionless whisper echoed in the heart.
——Materialism is supreme and truth lasts forever.
——Concept, editor!