The path she walked was so long that there was no end in sight. When she looked ahead, it was so dark that she couldn't see her fingers.

Occasionally, there will be a few "huhuhu" calls like ghosts moaning.

There is also the sound of dripping water.

The deeper you go, the more pungent the thick stench of blood becomes.

The road underfoot is also getting damper.

In short, the environment here is as bad as it gets.

Mo Junxie looked at her and frowned, clenched his hands, and put her cold hands on his chest: "This is the tomb where living people are buried."

She suddenly turned back, blinked her eyes, with a trace of confusion and confusion: "How do you understand?"

"A dungeon is also a hell. Anyone who enters will die! So what is it if it's not a tomb for the living?"

Mo Junxie explained patiently and replied calmly.

In fact, what he said was correct.

Of those who have come in, how many can still go out?

Otherwise, what's the use of this dungeon.

"The most terrifying thing in the dungeon is not the monster hidden deep inside the prison, but the human heart." Mo Junxie suddenly raised his hand.

Stretching forward, the tips of each finger glowed with white light.

He waved his hand forward, and white blades of light flew out from his fingers.

"Ah..." Suddenly, a miserable and resentful roar came from the front, the sound was sharp and resentful, making people's hair stand on end.

Ye Zhikuang immediately clenched his fists, heightened his vigilance, and was fully prepared for battle.

Seeing her like this, Mo Junxie couldn't help but smile and said, "Why are you so nervous? I'm still here, right?"

She turned back and glared at him: "I'm not nervous, this is my habit before fighting."

"I don't need you." Mo Junxie replied to her softly: "I have basically killed the monsters in this dungeon, and the ones that can still escape are the ones I missed before. There are only a few.

You can crush them with your hands."

"Ah..." After he said the words "crushing to death", he immediately raised his right hand quickly, grabbed it forward, closed his big palm forcefully, and strangled the huge object alive.

This is really what he said, pinched to death!

The two of them walked forward for a while.

He then told her that he had arrived.

But, he also told her that it was not the deepest abyss.

The dungeon where Nie Jing and Baili Xuanfeng lived was closed by a hard iron door, so people outside could not see what was going on inside.

Ye Zhikuang wanted to reach out and touch the iron door, but was pulled back by Mo Junxie: "This iron door is very weird. As soon as you touch it, it will make a strange sound."

"Why is it weird? Haven't you ever gone in to take a look?" Ye Zhikuang turned around and asked.

He shook his head and said, "No!"

"I'm dizzy. How did you know they were inside?" Ye Zhikuang asked helplessly.

"I have my own way." He said calmly.

After finishing speaking, he raised his head and looked at a talisman hanging on the iron door.

"Kuaier, please pull off the talisman above so I can go in and take a look." He reached out and tugged on her clothes and said.

She raised her head, looked at the yellow cloth and red talisman paper, and asked with a puzzled brow: "You don't know how to pull it yourself, do you think I am very idle?"

After saying that, she jumped up and pulled off the red talisman paper with a yellow background.

Mo Junxie breathed out lightly.

Although ghosts are afraid of talismans, Mo Junxie's physique is different from that of an immortal in the immortal world.

There is a kind of talisman that he is afraid of - the soul-eating talisman!

But, only for him, the immortals in the immortal world are not afraid of this type of talisman.

But she didn't notice the strange expression on his face when he looked at the talisman.
Chapter completed!