Headed by Su Muzhe, the four of them were all old demons of the elixir. They broke the ban on the inheritance site and jumped into a dry well that had been preserved for eternity.

This is the entrance to inheritance.

The moment he jumped in, Su Muzhe and the other four changed their faces.

It was not because it fell straight down, and everyone felt the fluctuations in the void.

Even in these fluctuations, they crossed at least seven teleportation formations.

It's a pity that these teleportation formations have been eroded by eternal years and can still operate as usual. If you are not careful, Su Muzhe and others may be directly shattered by the void turbulence.

Until he fell on the ground somewhere, Su Muzhe was still scared.

They stood up in a hurry and the four of them observed the coming world.

The light is dim and there is a cool breeze blowing, accompanied by a cold and rich yin energy.

Almost at the same time, Su Muzhe and Yongquan Sanren looked at each other.

The former practices "The Sutra of Hundred Ghosts", while the latter practices the Huangquan Taoism, and is very sensitive to this aura fluctuation.

Ghostly spirit.

This is an extremely precious evil spirit for ghost monks. You can even breathe it with your skills to enhance the origin of your soul.

But at this moment, neither Su Muzhe nor Yongquan Sanren acted blindly.

It is precisely because they recognize the evil spirit in the wind that they can judge where this place is.

The Netherworld, the Ghost World of Fengdu.

There are only these two places in the world that can make the evil spirits strong enough to dance with the wind.

However, the legendary Netherworld has never been seen in the ancient times. It is said that the Five Elements and Three Realms, Netherworld no longer belongs to the human world. Even the Ghost Flower Grandma can only barely connect with the phantom of the Underworld and cannot enter the Underworld.

It is rumored that even the most powerful Lord Huashen will rashly enter the underworld and will encounter unexpected problems, and there will be unknowns in his later years.

If they had inexplicably entered the underworld...

Su Muzhe's face looked a little ugly again.

With their current level of cultivation, they may not even be able to find a way back, and finally they were assimilated by the evil spirits and turned into ghosts.

Especially cultivators such as Su Muzhe and Yongquan Sanren who have great connection with the ghost path will definitely be targeted first.

Even the Taoist of Blood Corpse changed his face. He practiced the ancient Taoist method of driving corpses, and his body was the most serious.

In short, if this place is in the underworld, these four people who practice magical skills will definitely not have any good endings.

I don’t know how many ghosts in the underworld will regard them as meals on the plate.

However, Yongquan scattered people, although his face was equally ugly, he stretched out his palm and pressed it on the ground. He stood up again after a while.

"This place is not the underworld, and the qi of the Yellow Spring is thin, so I can hardly feel it."

This is an expert in this art, and Su Muzhe and others breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't sit and wait for death, and go ahead to explore the way."

After all, they were all those who were cruel and ruthless people in the past, and soon calmed down in this treacherous world. The four of them defended themselves and gradually explored towards the depths of the cold wind.

It was dark everywhere, and all kinds of divine lights flashed in the eyes of the four people. This was the scene where the magic eyes were cast to the limit. A purple light flashed deep in Su Muzhe's pupils.

But even so, the four of them could not see too many scenes, as if even their sight was blocked by the cold wind.

Along the way, outside the dark silence, there was only the sound of the dark wind blowing.

After walking like this for a long time, even the wind gradually became much smaller.

The vision gradually became wider.

Until a certain moment, the four people seemed to have stepped out of a certain barrier.

There is no more obstacle in front of me.

As you can see, there is a wide black camp between the dark world.

The camp stretches for nearly ten thousand miles, spreading throughout the earth. In the center, ancient banners are hung with two large ghost seal characters written on it—

Fengdu.

Yongquan Sanren's voice sounded, "This is the Yin Army camp of the Ghost Farm in Fengdu!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. This place was not in the Netherworld or Fengdu, but in a Yin army camp.

The next person who spoke was the Blood Corpse Taoist, who was once the Taoist son of Qianyuan Immortal Sect, and his knowledge was probably above Su Muzhe.

"I have read the classics of the Three Ancients, and there is a few words in it. I once wrote that there were top-notch people in ancient times, claiming to be the only one in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. One day, the strongest people went out for a while, but suddenly stopped at a certain place. It took seven days before continuing to move forward. Some disciples of the strong asked why, and the strongest people only said four words - the Yin soldiers borrowed the way."

This is a very ancient legend. The existence of the strongest man is already a terrifying existence standing in the long river of time. His powerfulness exceeds everyone's imagination.

But even such a terrifying monk, known as the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, was the only one who was the only one who was the emperor, chose to give in because the Yin soldiers took advantage of the way.

With a clear and simple statement, Su Muzhe could feel the chill behind him.

Yin Soldier.

No one has seen it before.

But the existence that could make the strongest men in ancient times stop, their camp was right in front of them.

Are they still alive? Do they still exist in time?

Or maybe that time the Yin soldiers used the way to represent that these terrifying existences were crossing the void, carrying out a migration or a wandering situation?

Now they may have left their hometowns and are not within the Three Realms?

In an instant, many possibilities passed through Su Muzhe's mind.

"Go and go and have a look."

Yongquan Sanren couldn't help but want to find out, but everyone hesitated for a moment, but did not object.

Regardless of the result, there are probably no Yin soldiers in the camp.

Otherwise, when the four of them appeared in this world, they would be destined to be noticed by the ghost soldiers and then wiped out.

"this……"

They approached and finally entered the camp boldly.

The scene in front of them made them gasp.

Even Su Muzhai's eyelids were twitching, as if he had seen the unknowns before the eternal years.

The Yin soldiers never left, never left the camp, or in other words, they could never leave the camp again.

Even though the power of time has been eroded by the power of time, Su Muzhe can already feel the tough texture of these corpses of the Yin soldiers. They were once like copper and iron bones, and were inseparable from swords and guns, but were pierced through the chest by a bronze spear and then nailed to the ground.

Either a bronze feather arrow penetrates the middle of the eyebrows, or a knife shatters the body...

All you see are the scenes of the tragic death of the Yin soldiers.

It seems like this is not a Yin army camp, but a Netherworld hell.

This was an extremely terrifying existence in ancient times, and no one knew what was going on.

What kind of opponent is it that makes such an existence die tragically in the camp.

No one knows what they have faced.

Suddenly a cold wind blew in the distance.

"Puff—Puff—"

The corpses of the ghost soldiers in front of him blew by the wind, collapsed into annihilation powder, and rose into sand and dust by the wind. As well as the black camp tent and ancient banners, they all turned into annihilation powder.
Chapter completed!