Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

The dust and smoke in the desert were everywhere, and it vaguely looked like rolling waves heading towards us in all directions at an extremely fast speed. At the moment, most people were frightened by the flesh-colored bats and looked around in fear.

A red cloud floated from nowhere and almost covered half of the city gate.

"Don't fucking close it!"

Li Dakui frowned and cursed. His eyes were staring into the distance, and his feet were so deep in the sand that it was almost impossible to pull them out.

Long Wu stared at the sun that was about to set in front of us and told us that this is a desert fantasy that only appears in July and August of the year. It cannot be seen every day. If we go in, it will not be easy to get out.

I asked him what he meant?

I entered the Demon Tower in Xiaxi Town before and almost escaped death, so I knew how dangerous it was inside. What Long Wu said later undoubtedly gave each of us a hard blow. He said that if you go in at dusk, you must come out before the next dawn, otherwise you will be buried in the yellow sand and trapped inside forever.

Da Kui yelled, "I don't care, I finally found this place, I will die knowingly." Although he said this, some people were still hesitant. Now, almost everyone is sinking deeper and deeper with every step they take. The raging sand was getting more and more violent, and we could barely see clearly the heads of the people walking hard. The parts below the neck were completely buried by the wind and sand, and the buzzing sound of sand rubbing against the air could be heard faintly in our ears.

"Go higher."

Long Wu shouted and told us not to stop or go to low ground, otherwise the sand would directly scrape off a layer of flesh on our faces. He once saw with his own eyes that one of his friends was scraped to a bloody pulp, and in the end only a body was left. His head had turned into a blood skeleton. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were covered in bruises and bruises.

The wind and sand did not stop. I dragged my tired body and felt that I was about to lose consciousness from the neck down. I also felt that my mouth was dry and my mouth was filled with sand.

The only water bag on his body was also blown away.

In front of me, between the crimson clouds and mist, the gate of the ancient Rakshasa Kingdom was about to disappear, but I heard a faint roaring sound in my ears, like the sound coming from tens of millions of soldiers marching to fight.

Suddenly, I felt as if I had stepped on nothing, and then my whole body seemed to fall into a trap, rolling down the slope of the dune in front of me. Only then did I realize that there was a slope under my feet, but at this time, my body was already out of control. , and didn't have the slightest strength to struggle.

At the moment when the last rays of the setting sun were about to disappear, I found myself in a very strange place.

"Door...door..."

I heard the shouts of other people in my ears, and then I looked up. In front of me, there was a stone door about ten meters high, like a cliff of ten thousand feet, hiding the sky and the sun.

"arrive."

Everyone seemed extremely excited and even forgot about the bloody and painful experience just now.

However, I only found that Long Wu and Mo Lan still maintained a vigilant look.

The last trace of the red cloud finally dissipated, and the surrounding area gradually became blurry, with undulating sand dunes and strange rocks on both sides.

"What's that?"

Someone shouted.

At this moment, all of our attention was focused on where the man indicated.

Everyone had just escaped from the sand and dust. They were still frightened and did not notice anything wrong around them. After a closer look, they saw that there seemed to be several strange sculptures under the stone door, about the same size as a human. But the movements they display are strange.

The stone statue at the far end is even its entire body twisted like a snake and stuck to the door, and its twisted face can be seen clearly, lifelike.

"Legend has it that there are thirty guarding souls at the gate of the Demon Kingdom."

Long Wu told us that those guards were the most elite soldiers of the ancient country, and no one had ever seen their true colors. They roamed the desert, burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of evil. Legend has it that after the ancient country was destroyed, in order to punish those who had done evil, the gods turned their bodies into sand and stones, and their souls were imprisoned inside them forever.

"It's just a legend after all. You Chinese like to find excuses to scare yourself." Dorgil took out the dagger in his hand and sneered. Then he walked to the stone statue and scratched the stones one by one with the dagger. .

"No, this is not an Oriental!"

Suddenly, Dorgil seemed to have discovered something.

He was trying hard to dig out something with the dagger in his hand.

I walked over and took a look, and then I saw clearly that the bodies of those sculptures were so twisted and horrifying that normal people simply couldn't do this. What's even more weird is that these people all have curly hair, deep eyes, high nose bridges, and tall and rough bodies. They are not from the Central Plains at all.

Could it be that the legendary ancient Rakshasa country did not come from China?