Qin Sang waved his hand to put away the Feitian Yasha, then sacrificed the ghost banner, triggering a Nine Nether Demon Fire, covering himself, forming a black fire cover.

He walked forward two steps, and the fire cover on his body swayed slightly.

At this time, Qin Sang felt the aura of demon fire. This aura was extremely violent and terrifying, but when it touched his fire cover, it immediately became gentle.

There was no sign of riot in the body of the Nine Nether Demon Fire.

The fire cover trembled, and its breath was blocked. Although it could easily break through the fire cover, it didn't do that.

Although the magic fire has an extraordinary origin, it is a dead object after all. When it encounters the original fire, it will show closeness. As long as it does not anger it, it will not actively attack Qin Sang.

Even under the protection of the fire cover, the impact of the soul is inevitable. With the protection of the jade Buddha, this impact is minimal for Qin Sang.

“It is indeed feasible…”

Qin Sang's face was happy and put the fat silkworm back into the insect basket.

As the Nine Nether Demon Fire approached, the purple mist disappeared.

No matter how strong the purple mist is, it is not at the same level as the Jiuyou Demon Fire, and it is firmly blocked. The fat silkworm has maintained the poison-proof armor for so long, and finally can rest for a while. When he returns to the insect basket, he can't wait to fall asleep.

Qin Sang leaned sideways, pressed against the cliff, and moved forward carefully, moving little by little.

There is a black magic fire in front of you.

He widened his eyes, feeling extremely nervous, and did not dare to show his anger, for fear of an accident.

At this time, if someone touches the Nine Nether Demon Fire, even if there is a little turmoil, he will not even have a chance to escape and will instantly turn into ashes.

The Jiuyou Demon Fire did not occupy much space, but Qin Sang felt it was extremely long and his back was soaked in cold sweat.

Finally, Qin Sang successfully passed through the blockade of the demon fire, his mind suddenly relaxed, he gasped heavily, looked at the demon fire with lingering fear, and then looked at the space in front of him.

The gray-white ghost fog wanders everywhere, there is no wind here, but the yin and cold are biting, and the environment is very similar to the fairy grave.

I wonder how big the space is?

How many ghosts are lurking inside?

Qin Sang pondered for a moment, and did not rush to escape from the aura of the Nine Nether Demon Fire. If there was any change, he could escape in time. He stood there, released the Feitian Yasha, and let it go in and investigate.

The corpse energy of Feitian Yasha's body surging, quietly melting into the ghost fog.

Qin Sang's eyes closed slightly, and through the soul mark in Feitian Yasha's body, he drove it into the ghost fog.

Nine Nether Demon Fire, Ancient Teleportation Array, the same time of birth...

All kinds of coincidences add up, if someone says that the Qisha Palace has nothing to do with Ziwei Palace, Qin Sang would not believe it.

If this place is similar to the Immortal Tomb Land, there is nothing strange.

Feitian Yasha walked a distance in the ghost fog and did not see any existence such as tombs, tombstones.

Qin Sang whispered to himself, "It seems that it is not an ancient cemetery! There is no fairy grave!"

His expression suddenly became a little relaxed.

The place of the immortal tomb in Ziwei Palace is a place that both Dongyang Bo and Chenyan are afraid of, and there is a ghost king with the strength of comparable strength to the ancestor of the Nascent Soul. If there were also immortal tombs here, Qin Sang would hesitate.

What's even more strange is that after so long, Feitian Yasha had not encountered a single ghost.

“Huh?”

Qin Sang's face moved slightly.

Feitian Yasha also stopped moving, twisting his neck, his eyes flashed with strange gazes, staring at the ground on the left.

A piece of bronze appeared in the land, looking like a corner of an armor.

The bronze was covered with rust and most of it was buried deep underground. It should be an ancient monk's armor.

Feitian Yasha looked left and right and then walked towards the armor.

It stretched out its ghost hand and touched it gently.

Unexpectedly, the seemingly hard armor fell off a piece of armor when touched by the Feitian Yasha and turned into dust on the spot. In the endless years, it was completely decayed by time.

"The armor has been destroyed? Will there be any residual souls? If there are no residual souls, how did this ghost land be formed?"

Qin Sang whispered, his eyes a little sad.

This armor can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary thing. The person who used it must be an extremely powerful ancient monk. Now the armor is buried deep underground and its power is gone, but the ancient cultivator is missing and even the corpse is gone.

Even such a powerful ancient monk could not live forever and fell in this extremely hidden canyon, unknown.

Can the cultivators in this life really set foot in the path of immortality and shine with the sun and the moon?

Feitian Yasha continued to walk forward and saw a broken sword again, which broke into smoke and dust as soon as it touched.

Then, a white bone appeared in the field of vision.

I don’t know whether this bone was cut in half during his lifetime or was damaged after his death, but only his upper body was left.

Qin Sang was shocked and finally saw something unusual. He immediately ordered Feitian Yasha to come forward to investigate.

The flying yaksha approached silently, his eyes turned, and he looked at the bones.

It paused slightly, then leaned over and touched it with its hands.

At this moment, a pale light suddenly flashed on the bones, and then an illusory shadow rushed out and rushed towards Feitian Yasha amid the screams.

Suddenly, he was hit by a ghost roar, and the flying yak only flickered his eyes, his figure flashed, and he retreated several feet in an instant.

The ghost was unconscious and refused to give in. The screams contained extreme hatred. It was a resentful soul who just wanted to tear the flying yaksha apart.

‘Swish!’

A ghost hand appeared without any warning and directly inserted into the ghost's body. With a gentle stir, the corpse energy surged wildly.

The ghost suddenly froze, let out a scream, and was torn to pieces by the ghost claws on the spot.

"It looks scary, not strong, probably similar to the monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage. There are many monks in the immortal grave who die there. The more monks die, the more souls they swallow, the more terrifying the strength of the ghosts, and finally raise the Ghost King. No monks have come in here before, so there may not be very strong ghosts..."

Qin Sang responded to the strength of resentful souls and made an analysis.

The figure of Feitian Yasha flashed and returned to the bones.

When you touch the bones again, no resentful souls appeared.

Qin Sang took the courage to let Feitian Yasha speed up his exploration.

The more you move forward, the more soldiers and armor there are on the ground, there are all kinds of swords, guns, swords and halberds. No one has been preserved until now. Even if the appearance is intact, it will turn into powder with a slight touch.

More and more skeletons are still there.

The sinensis bones even piled up into a huge pile of bones in some places, making the scalp numb. It might have been a battlefield.

Qin Sang asked Feitian Yasha to choose the lonely bones to continue testing. A small half of the bones had resentful souls, which were almost the same, and there were no very strong evil spirits.

Even the Feitian Yasha alarmed a small pile of bones and flew out more than a dozen resentful souls, all of which were of similar strength.

All the resentful souls have completely lost their spiritual intelligence, and there is only endless resentment and murderous intent in their instinct.

"If the ghosts here are similar to this resentful soul, it would be easy."
Chapter completed!