Bai Heming symbolically left a breath on some heart-nourishing flowers, and said enough to Zhao Fan and his sister. He walked aside and meditated and closed his eyes to rest.

"You can come in." The weasel sounded from there.

The few people stood up and entered the stone chamber one after another.

Six blue talisman arrays like flowers have already lit up on the ground of the stone chamber, and all the talisman arrays are connected together to form a circle.

The slight blue light reflects the entire stone chamber into a blue color, which is very gorgeous.

The weasel signaled several people to stand on the blue talisman array, and he followed him and began to quickly form a magic seal and activate the formation.

Bai Heming looked at the talisman formation. He knew most of the martial arts patterns, and only a few were unfamiliar with them. It seemed that they were teleportation runes unique to the middle third level.

Buzz!

A slight vibration slowly came from under your feet.

boom!

The blue light was made, and Bai Heming's eyes suddenly lit up.

The stone chamber in front of me was replaced by a wide and huge dark river in the blink of an eye.

Several of them were standing on the black mud on the river bank.

The touch of the foot is very strange, as if it is stepping on the mud.

Bai He whirled his feet, and it was a little difficult to lift his feet with his strength, just like the soil under his feet pulling him all the time, preventing him from getting out of the ground.

"Why do you feel like someone is pulling me?"

Ouyang Xue couldn't help but say that she was trying to raise her foot, but she was trapped so hard that she couldn't move.

"I'll help you."

Zhao Fan reached out and began to squeeze the magic trick.

"Don't move!"

The man from Taixuan Mountain hurriedly said, quickly taking out a small monk statue.

brush--

With his hand on his back, the statue emitted a slight Buddha light and spread out to the surroundings.

Everyone suddenly felt the pulling feeling under their feet disappear. The sound of something drilling deeper into the mud on the ground could be heard faintly.

"This is the place where the soul burial in the Void Cemetery. The soil under our feet is called the Land of attachment, which is unique here. Every inch of the soil is condensed by countless souls. They do not want people to leave here and be attached to the anger on their bodies, so they pull us.

If some cultivators with lower cultivation level come, just stepping on the mud, they will be pulled and sunk instantly and will never see the light of heaven." The man from Taixuan Mountain said solemnly.

"What happens if you get pulled down?"

Zhao Fan couldn't help asking.

"What will happen? Being eroded into a zombie, yaksha, etc." Wang Qiaoqiao, who was standing beside him, said coldly without waiting for the Taixuan Mountain people to reply.

"The Buddha Spirit Statue? Are you prepared very well?"

She glanced at the monk statue in the hands of everyone in Taixuan Mountain.

"Let's go, the place we explore is in the depths of the Void Grave. The resentful spirits and zombies on the road depend on Brother Zhao."

The people of Taixuan Mountain smiled politely at Zhao Fan and the others.

"If it's all at this level, it's not a big problem."

Zhao Fan's eyes suddenly turned to the right side of the river bank.

In the gray-black space, mist slowly spread, and several rotten human bodies in monk's clothes were shaking towards everyone.

Under the light of martial arts patterns on everyone's bodies, Bai Heming clearly saw that one of the zombies seemed to be a young female cultivator during their lifetime. At this time, half of their head was cut off, leaving only one eye and half of their nose.

The wound was rotten and white, and there were many small white and black maggots crawling.

You can smell a strong stench from afar.

The other few people were all male cultivators of different figures. Some had no arms, some had empty stomachs, and half of the purple-black intestines were dragged outside.

"Be careful, these are unjust zombies. They do not belong to the ghost clan. They are considered an ordinary class of necromancers. They have no spiritual intelligence and instinctive devouring creatures. The pollution on their bodies is extremely poisonous and will explode when they are killed by ordinary means."

Zhao Fan was obviously experienced. While shouting everyone, he stepped forward and a piece of orange paper talisman appeared in his blink of an eye and threw it forward.

"Soul Burning!"

He shouted softly.

The paper talisman suddenly burned in the air and turned into talisman fire. It divided into six pieces at once, forming a talisman fire array, trapping all the zombies and turning them quickly.

Sisi —

All the talisman fires suddenly shot at the zombie like arrows, each of which was tightly attached to the surface of the zombie. In an instant, all the undead spirits spontaneously ignited, turned into human-shaped torches, collapsed in a few strokes, and melted into ashes.

"Brother, you are moving too fast!" Ouyang Xue couldn't help but pull Zhao Fan.

Zhao Fan looked puzzled.

"well"

Ouyang Xue was helpless and sent a message directly.

"You are so anxious to do something, others don't even know the difficulty of this unjust soul and soul. Without an intuitive feeling in person, how can you show your importance?"

"There is still such a saying?" Zhao Fan didn't have so many tricks in his heart, and he shook his head speechlessly.

"Okay, Brother Zhao will be responsible for the undead after that. The rest of them are warned, how about it?" The man from Taixuan Mountain smiled.

"No problem." Zhao Fan nodded.

Ouyang Xue and Bai Heming also responded.

Wang Qiaoqiao nodded lightly with expressionless expression.

The five people, led by the Taixuan Mountain people, quickly moved forward along the river bank to the right.

After a while, I met the undead three times, and all of them were solved by Zhao Fan.

Bai Heming tried it out. One of the dead spirits was stiff, even comparable to the stubborn stone, and was similar to his physical condition in reality. It was simply terrifying.

But under a piece of paper talisman by Zhao Fan, no matter how many people come, it will be solved in one go.

The team was smooth all the way, and soon I saw a pale pier in front of me.

Several teams of exploring the Void Grave were already waiting there.

"Please pay attention to concentrating your breath and hiding your cultivation. We must also wait here until the low tide node of the Soul Burial River. The dead wind will be much weaker at that time."

The man from Taixuan Mountain whispered to everyone. After the words, he was the first to take the lead and walk to the front.

Wang Qiaoqiao from Tianzhen Gate followed closely behind.

Bai Heming followed behind, and Zhao Fan, Ouyang Xue and his brothers walked at the end, and they quickly restrained their breath.

The pier is composed of small white wooden piles, forming a cube that stands in the Burial Soul River. I don’t know what material it is, but there are traces of decay in many places, revealing the dark color inside.

In addition to Bai Heming and his group, there were two teams of monks who were also on the edge of the dock.

Because it is black and weird fog blocked, everyone can't see each other very clearly.

Bai Heming clearly saw through the system screen that several people in one of the team were carrying cloth bags on their shoulders.

As a monk, he has a brain domain that can be stored, but these people still carry things instead of putting them into the brain domain.

And we also choose to use a crude material such as cloth bags.

"It's a person from the Soul Sect, be careful and don't cause trouble!" The man from Taixuan Mountain suddenly whispered.

Soul Sect?

Bai Heming had heard of this sect. It seemed that it was also a Saint Lord family with a profound foundation, but they were not humans, but belonged to the Ghost Clan. They were the emperors of the Ghost Clan.

Most of them are hidden in the darkness, mysterious and mysterious.

The few of them tried their best to calm their breath and stood at the dock waiting. The other two teams were silent and extremely quiet.

Time flies, and after a while, two teams came one after another, standing quietly behind, waiting for the opportunity.

A few hours later, Wang Qiaoqiao suddenly spoke.

"Here you come!"

Everyone saw a dense crowd of painted black iron chains suddenly rushed out from the surface of the Burial Soul River in front.

Chichichichichichi--

Countless iron chains sounded harsh sounds, soaring into the sky, twisting together, and quickly tangled into a large group at a height of thousands of meters.

The twisted iron chain instantly became extremely huge, kilometer thick, suspended in the sky, connecting countless black silk threads on the river surface.

"Jirigu"

The team of the Soul Sect suddenly made chanting sounds, as if singing some strange and gloomy song. A group of people soared into the air and flew towards the river, and soon disappeared into the gap between countless iron chains.

Between a large number of iron cables, each of which has a diameter of about two or three meters wide, which is enough for people to pass through.
To be continued...