Fengdu, also known as ghost city.

Since ancient times, this place has been regarded by the world as the destination after death, and the facilities in Fengdu are based on the world's fantasies about the underworld.

Such as the Ghost Gate, the Yellow Spring Road, the City of Death, the Hall of Yama, the Wangxiangtai, the Forgetful River, the Three Life Stone, the Eighteen-level Hell, the Naihe Bridge, the Six Paths of Reincarnation, etc.

This is a cultural heritage that has been rooted in the bones of China for thousands of years, although it is denied by the current scientific view.

But it still satisfies the world's curiosity.

Therefore, Fengdu, located in the land of Bayu, has become a tourist attraction. Every year, countless tourists come to visit each other and get close to the feudal psychology that they are most reluctant to accept and cannot suppress.

On the road to the underworld.

When Ye Chen and others chased here, they found that the two people fleeing in front suddenly disappeared.

Luo Tianya frowned and said, "It's strange. These two people are about to catch up. How could they suddenly disappear?"

"If I guess correctly, this is Huangquan Road, known as the place of guidance for ghosts." Ye Chen spoke slowly.

Everyone couldn't help but look around, but what caught their eyes was a quiet path. From a distance, it looked like a human tongue.

There are no bright flowers on both sides of the path, and there are no lush and green trees.

Instead, there are tombstones, which can be seen at first sight. There are no weeds beside them, but only white flowers and burning candles.

As the cold wind blows, the candlelight disappears, and petals float quietly in the air, as if they are white paper money to pay homage to the dead under the tombstones.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The cold wind is like crying, like crying, as if telling the past to those who have arrived here.

Depressed, sad, sad...

Someone gradually followed behind me, but without exception, she was shocked by the countless tombstones in front of her.

There are so many tombstones in Fengdu!

"How could this happen? How could this happen!!!"

Someone suddenly murmured to himself: "I have been to Fengdu. At that time, there were only artificially carved red shore flowers around Huangquan Road. Why did so many tombstones suddenly appear?"

Everyone was shocked.

I didn't think he was a lunatic.

Because this Fengdu is just a tourist attraction, everything is built in imitation of the legendary Fengdu.

A strong man gasped and said, "I feel like we are approaching an unknown secret..."

At this time, the old man holding the sword fell to a tombstone with the sword light, and he was stunned.

"Sage Kunwu fell in 370 BC. Before his death, he killed nine heavens and killed three great immortals in a row..."

His body trembled for a moment, and an extremely hoarse voice slowly came from his mouth.

As his words fell!

The scene was silent.

A look of horror appeared in countless people's eyes.

saint!

It turned out to be a tomb of a saint!

The old man holding the sword's eyes fell next to the tombstone in front of him, and there was a short sword inserted on the tomb bag.

However, the dagger has long been decayed, and it is obvious that the spirit inside has also fallen over the long years.

"Swoosh..."

Another strong man fell to a tombstone and chanted: "Sage Cang Xuan fell in 370 BC. Before his death, he did not hesitate to self-destruct, killing the five great immortals and severely injured eight people!"

"The Saint of Chiyang fell in 370 BC. He intercepted a major foreign sect in Kunlun Mountain with his own strength, and eventually died in a fierce battle!"

"The Saint of Tianyuan fell in 371 BC and was besieged and killed by the seven great immortals sacrificed their lives..."

"Bryan's Great Magic Saint, died in 375 BC. He was willing to lose his life and used the Holy Light technique to hold on to a city and fight to the last person..."

"Miya Fujita Sword Saint, died in 390 BC. At the expense of reincarnation, Xiang Tian swung his last sword in his life..."

"Amor Wolf King..."

“…”

As the handwriting on the tombstones was interpreted one by one, everyone's expressions became increasingly ugly, and in the end, waves of storms arose in their hearts.

Dead silence, dead silence!

No one spoke, everyone was crazily digesting the information on the tombstone, and they felt thunder rolling in their minds.

One hundred tombstones!

There are a hundred tombstones here!

The owner of the tombstone was all saints’ cultivation in his lifetime!

In other words, there are a hundred saints buried here!

Even if the spiritual energy is revived, there are almost no saints everywhere in the world, and the quasi-saint is already at the highest level at present!

However, there are a hundred saints buried here!

How can this not be shocking!!!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A crazy laughter broke the silence, and a man was disheveled and his hair was showing a crazy laugh: "Fake it, it must be fake, I don't believe it, hahaha..."

He laughed and kicked down a tombstone.

"Damn it!"

"presumptuous!"

Such a rude scene of this man immediately angered most of the people present. The old man holding the sword slashed over with a sword: "This is the sleeping place of all the saints of our human race. How dare you blaspheme!!!"

The man was cut off his arm with a sword and smashed it away. He then woke up and cried out loud.

"Hundreds of Saints Fall, Hundreds of Saints Fall!!!"

Some people also cried: "What has our human race experienced? Why did the hundred saints fall here!"

Despair, extremely desperate!

The saint is already a legendary existence and is considered the most powerful person, but he still fell, and once he fell, there were hundreds of people.

How can these quasi-saints accept this? How can they not despair for it!!!

Ye Chen took a step forward, glanced at each tombstone in turn, and his face became solemn.

"The tomb of all saints, the tomb of all saints!!!"

Luo Tianya was emotionally collapsed, and this extremely confident pride of heaven also felt sad: "Among the 100 tombstones here, more than fifty of them belong to our country!!!"

"I understand, I finally understand!"

Ye Chen's heart rippled: "No wonder the saints of Kunlun Ruins disappeared, no wonder the saints of Kunlun Ruins were broken..."

"It turns out...it turns out that most of them died and were buried here!"

He clenched his fists and looked at the lines of handwriting on the tombstone with sad face: "The difference between life and death of these people was between 370 BC and 470 BC, a full hundred years. This hundred years must have experienced a great disaster!"

The ancestor Huangquan came over at this time, and his eyes focused on a tombstone, which read.

"The Saint of Chiyang fell in 370 BC. He intercepted a major foreign sect in Kunlun Mountain with his own strength, and eventually died in a fierce battle!"

He couldn't help but take a deep breath and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, the ancestor suspected that the great disaster you mentioned should be related to the powerful people outside the domain!"

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Chapter completed!