In the early morning, the fog converges like a tide; in the evening, the fog will surge outward from the depths of the death corridor like a tide. Watching the thick smoke roll outward, it gives people the feeling of being as spectacular as thousands of horses galloping.

At the same time, the fog tide slapped on the weathered rock, and a lot of fog waves tumbling and rolling on it, gradually swallowing everything like a beast, and soon the surroundings were shrouded in a spectacular sea of ​​fog.

After the fog sea rolled and calmed down, Su Yang slightly opened the weathered rock blocking the door, and looked at the white outside, feeling a sense of loneliness and loneliness, as if the whole world had changed, and an unspeakable sadness was flowing deep in his heart.

As the weathered rock opened up a little gap, some fog waves rolled into the dug cave. Su Yang cast a spell to collect it immediately, and then immediately closed the weathered rock according to the requirements of the King of Jiulu and began to conduct research.

After all, he is a professional alchemist and deserves the title of Xiaodan Saint. Su Yang uses various alchemy methods to analyze the ingredients of white mist, and finally extracts some substances in a dazzled manner.

A little milky white liquid precipitated in the jade bottle, and it slightly fluttered like mercury, with a heavy mass than imagined. The part in contact with the jade bottle and the liquid appeared to have varying degrees of blackness.

poisonous!

A chill flashed in Su Yang's eyes. Under everyone's attention, he raised his head and drank the drop of liquid without hesitation. In an instant, he felt a trace of silver light beginning to shuttle through his body, and there was a bulge like a little mouse on his body wherever he passed.

Everyone instantly expressed their attention, while Su Yang's body temperature rose sharply, and a roar like a dragon and a phoenix echoed deep in his chest, until the ears, nose and throat were emitting fire, Su Yang suddenly opened his mouth, and the dragon and phoenix holy fire wrapped in silver toxins and forced it out of his body.

Immediately afterwards, Su Yang quickly took out the jade bottle and put the venom in. Until it was properly sealed, his forehead was covered with dense sweat at some point, and blue veins were beating forcefully on his forehead.

Huh... I breathed a sigh of relief, Su Yang signaled everyone to rest as soon as possible. He quietly adjusted his breathing cross-legged before speaking: "Next, try to avoid contact with this white mist, because it contains some neurotoxin, which can affect perception and judgment, and make the limbs stiff, and it is extremely difficult to eradicate."

Everyone suddenly felt a little nervous, and they were secretly glad that Jiulu Zhenjun, the knowledgeable old ghost, reminded that if everyone was still stuck outside, they would inevitably be eroded by poisonous fog or encountered some unpredictable dangers.

However, when facing these, Su Yang still looked cold and seemed to have not appeared in a very dangerous environment. He began to continue analyzing the venom extracted from the poisonous fog, and tried to scrape some stone chips from the weathered rocks to analyze another component.

Seeing Su Yang busy here, everyone was unwilling to sit and wait. Song Shan and Jian Wanli sat cross-legged, quietly recovered and rested, and adjusted their state, ready to face a fierce battle at any time.

Diya was also curious about weathered rocks. She began to take out some components of weathered rocks and analyze them in another way to see if there were any discoveries from another perspective.

After a long time, just as Su Yang and Diya gradually discovered something, a slight sound of footsteps could be gradually clearly transmitted through the thick weathered rock.

"Huh?" Su Yang raised his eyebrows. He didn't think that someone would be so brave and still walking outside. So do these subtle footsteps have anything to do with the unknown of the death corridor?

Su Yang almost subconsciously wanted to peek at it. Even Diya, Song Shan, and Jian Wanli became nervous and prepared to prepare for everything to fight.

Su Yang raised his hand and signaled them to be calm. The Heaven and Earth Divine Furnace began to roar in his body, and wisps of spiritual consciousness began to roll in the sea of ​​consciousness, ready to spy on the outside through the weathered rock.

"Forgot what I said to you?" Jiulu Zhenjun warned Su Yang, and had reminded Su Yang before that no matter what happened outside, there would be no peeping.

"Do you know what's going on?" Su Yang asked curiously, thinking that the Lord Jiulu Zhenjiu knew something.

Unfortunately, the Lord Jiulu Zhenjun could not answer Su Yang, and said helplessly: "I really don't know what happened outside. It seems to be some unknown. Anyway, the classic I got once said that the corridor of death in the night is more terrifying than during the day. If you can't control your curiosity, you will definitely die if you are a little worse."

Su Yang pondered for a moment and replied: "I'm not curious, but I just feel that some things must be clarified. After all, the unknown is often the most terrifying. If you can obtain more information, no matter what happens next, you can have a solution to it."

The true Lord Jiulu was silent and didn't know how to answer. Perhaps what Su Yang said was very correct. Only by preparing in advance can you deal with all variables.

"I'll be careful!" Su Yang has always been very decisive in his actions. When the Lord Jiulu was still thinking, he resolutely made the decision to peek, and his spiritual sense began to extend, peeking out little by little.

However, this process is not easy. Using spiritual sense outside the death corridor, Su Yang can easily peek at the scenery within a radius of 100,000 miles. Even a bug cannot escape Su Yang's induction.

However, in the death corridor, the weathered rock contains a special magnetic substance, which can have a great impact on the spiritual consciousness and true energy. In addition, the unique natural formation, the spiritual consciousness cannot penetrate the thick weathered rock even a half-step saint cannot do it.

Fortunately, every piece of exercise recorded in the Hongmeng General Principle is a very mysterious magical power. Among them, the Hongmeng God-Suppressing Art almost achieved some unparalleled change in the tempering of the spiritual consciousness.

Therefore, if you use your spiritual sense to penetrate the weathered rock and peek out, maybe a half-step saint cannot do it, but Su Yang has been tempered by the Hongmeng Divine Skills, although it is a bit difficult, he can still do it a little.

It was difficult, a little bit, Su Yang's eyebrows were shaken, his spiritual sense was separated from his body, and he almost worked hard to successfully pass through the weathered rock blocking the door and vaguely peeked into a little scenery outside.

The outside was already shrouded in chaos, and the poisonous fog changed into various forms, making the weathered rocks covered by them look more like monsters and monsters.

For a moment, there was very little information that could be felt, and Su Yang had to continue to enhance his spiritual consciousness. With the use of the magic pill with great efforts, the scenery felt by the outside world finally became clearer and clearer.

Just as Su Yang successfully saw through the poisonous fog, another sound of footsteps came from afar, attracting Su Yang's high attention, and began to hide his spiritual consciousness and watch the changes.

The poisonous fog continued to roll, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer until a group of figures were arranged neatly, appearing blurred in the poisonous fog. Su Yang immediately realized that something was unknown was approaching.

Finally, when the numerous figures reached a very close distance, Su Yang finally saw clearly what this was, and he couldn't control his look of horror, and he was even less likely to lose his mind.

This group of existences walking neatly cannot tell whether it is a dead person or a living person, or that is not a human being, and is full of various forms, human form, animal behavior, and existences that are like humans but not beasts.

The strangest thing is that their clothes are some of them have decayed and hung scattered on their pale bodies, while others are barely intact and intact, but their styles are different.

Because of the Lord Jiulu Zhenjun, Su Yang has carefully studied the history of the Three Thousand Worlds, so from the dress of these people, he can clearly feel many ancient styles and very close to modernity.

Therefore, those styles that look very ancient have attracted the attention of Su Yang. Could it be that these are all ancient people? So what era should it be?

It was very messy. Su Yang saw some styles from the Sanqian Taishi era, some styles from the chaotic Taisu era, and some styles from the Tiandi Taichi era. It seemed that these existences ran through three eras, which happened to be traced back to the period when the death corridor had just appeared.

impossible!

Su Yang's mind was excited, and instinctively noticed a more strange feeling. He always felt that these existences seemed to have some disharmony, so he strengthened his courage. When the group of existences approached a little, he sent out a wisp of spiritual consciousness to wrap it around the moment he passed by.

During this test, Su Yang's face changed drastically on the spot because these guys who looked like dead were all still alive. Their vitality could be clearly sensed, which is a characteristic of living talents.

But if they are still alive, what will they be in now?

For a moment, Su Yang's mind became particularly chaotic. The more he was, the less he could not control his spiritual consciousness. Suddenly, a tremor seemed to have stirred up something. The walking dead people suddenly stopped walking, staring at their eyes without any focal length, staring at them without any emotion.

not good!

Su Yang made a quick decision and endured the pain to cut off the wisp of spiritual consciousness. At the last moment, he saw these living dead people pounce on them like madmen, constantly spinning around the remaining places of spiritual consciousness, one by one, and one by one became extremely furious, as if looking for some enemy.

A wave of roars like wild beasts began to come from the void, which lasted for about an hour. After finding nothing in the end, the group of living dead people calmed down a little, and finally returned to their appearance without any emotion. There was no focus in their eyes, and they began to continue their wandering, or patrol.

Yes, Su Yang suddenly realized that these living dead people seemed to be patrolling, and seemed to be guarding something.

What would it be?

After Su Yang was puzzled, he decided to ask the knowledgeable true Lord Jiulu, so he included some of the information he had discovered in a wisp of spiritual consciousness to pass it to the true Lord Jiulu, who was still hiding in the small world.

"Hmm?" Jiulu Zhenjun obviously knew more than Su Yang. He glanced over and suddenly exclaimed: "Hey, isn't this Yun Daozi? He is a very outstanding monk in the Three Thousand Taishi era. He suddenly disappeared one day. Unexpectedly, he was in this death corridor."

Su Yang's face changed and he said in a lost voice: "There are really monks from the Three Thousand Taishi Ages? So why are they not dead yet? How do you explain these situations? And how do you judge that this is Yun Daozi?"

Jiulu Zhenjun was silent for a moment and sighed, "I really can't explain what the specific situation is. As for why I am so sure that this person is Yun Daozi, because the few small ways I taught you to stay and explore in the corridor of death that I had previously discovered from a classic written by Yun Daozi."

It's indeed unknown!

Su Yang's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and he felt that this death corridor was not simple.
Chapter completed!