I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 499 499. The Tomb of All Living Beings

The abyss was pitch black, without light.

But stepping on the ground and walking deeper, Xia Feng found that this place seemed to be a snowfield.

Stepping on the snow, Xia Feng could still feel the countless corpses buried under the snow even though they were separated by thick ice and snow. The sinister aura of decay had accumulated for hundreds of millions of years.

It seems that this is the birthplace of all filth.

The deeper you go, the thicker the snow beneath your feet becomes, and the void is filled with an icy cold breath, making Xia Feng, who has a strong physique, feel piercing chills.

This made Xia Feng wonder, is this place really a lost space caused by the civil war in the empire?

Because through the eyes of deconstruction, he could clearly see the densely packed corpses under the heavy snow. They were from the human race, the Og race, and even the dragon race. Hundreds of millions of them were piled up as far as the eye could see.

This is a tomb of all living beings.

He and the woman in the green skirt were walking on it.

Xia Feng raised his head and looked into the distance. Through the eyes of deconstruction, he also saw that at the end of the snowfield, there stood a majestic snow mountain, like a giant beast in the dead starry sky, majestic and vast.

At the same time, a thin mist drifted across the world.

The mist was vaguely purple, repulsed by the evil spirit's heart.

"Is this fog the same as the fog on Witch Island?" Xia Feng followed the woman in the green skirt and asked doubtfully.

The further the two of them traveled toward the snow-capped mountains, the higher the fog concentration became, and the color of the space turned purple visibly to the naked eye.

The mist on Witch Island was like this before, with a vague aura of evil, but it was not evil and could not be absorbed by the evil heart.

"Absolutely." Jiang Qiu'e said softly, "You can think of it as a kind of catastrophic poison. If you come into contact with it too much, you may be infected.

Under the shroud of these fogs, a disaster realm similar to Witch Island is formed. It is forbidden to hang more than 5 meters above the ground, fly, and space teleportation is prohibited, and the movement of spirits will also be blocked.

As for the specific effects of the poison, if you are interested, you can try inhaling the mist into your stomach. "

Jiang Qiu'e held the urn with the character 'protect' between her fingertips, and burned them one after another, turning into a light red shield, protecting the two of them.

Xia Feng felt it carefully and found that indeed, the deeper you go, the more blocked the movement of the spirit on the surface of the soul becomes.

By this time, Xia Feng had already felt that he could not use the spiritual clothes.

But it's nothing serious. He still has a strong body and spiritual weapon, so he's not afraid of Jiang Qiu'e tricking him.

And to be honest, Jiang Qiu'e's combat power was reduced much more than him without being able to use the spiritual clothes.

Xia Feng's black eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the deserted back of the woman in the green skirt, and said thoughtfully: "So, what will happen if you are infected with the poison here? Will you become a crying witch like Witch Island?"

Jiang Qiu'e shook her head and was about to say something. In the darkness, a withered white hand suddenly popped up from the snow beneath his feet, trying to grab Xia Feng's ankle.

Xia Feng reacted quickly and moved half of his body like a ghost.

But the snow was like a gopher poking its head. At this moment, hundreds of white hands suddenly stretched out and held down the ground, and strange human figures slowly crawled out of the earth.

"Walk."

Xia Feng only heard the word "woman in the green skirt". When she looked up, the woman in the green skirt had disappeared.

Your sister, Xia Feng is convinced. This woman has many ways to escape. He didn't even notice why Jiang Qiu'e disappeared.

There was no way, there were no space-based spiritual weapons in the disaster world, so Xia Feng had no choice but to activate the fire wings of the Suzaku Magic Armor and fly forward crazily.

Since it was forbidden to go more than five meters above the ground in the disaster area, he could only fly at low altitude. Countless hands poked out of the snow under his feet, and there were ferocious faces roaring under the semi-transparent ice, which made Xia Feng suffer from trypophobia. Trance.

There was a faint sound of solemn and sacred Buddhist chanting in my ears, and it sounded like evil ghosts crying and chanting: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord. Immeasurable Heavenly Lord"

Hearing these four words that were repeated over and over again, Xia Feng had the strange thought of falling into the tomb of the snowy field and merging with those bones to become one of them. That must be very happy.

But the thought was fleeting.

After a while, he quickly saw a snow-colored hill ahead. A woman in a green skirt stood on the top of the hill, throwing out three talismans in her hand, and the three words "Strong Protection", "Strengthening" and "Introduction" appeared respectively.

Xia Feng suddenly felt a gravitational force coming from the hill, further accelerating his speed.

At the same time, the [Strong Protection] and [Strengthening] talismans also merged together to form a red light film, and Xia Feng crashed into it.

As soon as he landed, the woman in the green skirt threw a [net] character at him.

Xia Feng subconsciously wanted to hide, but he still stopped his movements and let the word Jing disappear between his eyebrows. The 'Infinite Heavenly Lord' in his ears instantly disappeared.

"This is the function of the disaster world. The longer you stay in the mist, or if you have negative emotions due to the 'existence under the snowfield', your consciousness will gradually be 'assimilated' and you will want to merge with the 'existence under the snowfield'. The idea of ​​becoming one is finally put into action.”

"The existence under the snowfield." Xia Feng wondered, "Are you talking about the corpses that suddenly came alive?"

"Yes and no."

Jiang Qiu'e tilted her head and looked down at the hill. Under the dense sea of ​​human hands, countless corpses opened their eyes, turned their ugly heads to look at the two of them, and the corners of their lips curved in a unified arc.

"This snowy field is originally a conscious body."

Jiang Qiu'e said something astonishing, "You can understand it as a huge and deformed consciousness formed by the forcible fusion of countless life consciousnesses."

"And this consciousness has only one purpose, which is to assimilate the intruder into one of its own."

After listening to Jiang Qiu'e's explanation, Xia Feng felt his scalp tingling. As long as there are negative emotions, they will gradually be assimilated. There is no solution to this. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but hear the solemn and sacred Buddhist chanting again: "Wulian Tianzun."

"I suggest you don't think about it, let alone think about the snowfield. That will only make you have more negative emotions and be more easily assimilated."

Jiang Qiu'e's soft voice brought Xia Feng back to his mind, and his eyes twitched slightly:

"I think if you don't tell me so much, I might not have so many negative emotions."

Seeing his unfriendly face, Jiang Qiu'e was inexplicably happy, but her face was still solemn and cold: "You asked it yourself."

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Okay, okay, this is how you play it, green-haired fox, you wait for me! Xia Feng made a note of Jiang Qiu'e and smiled:

"Okay, didn't you say you wanted me to help you find the god's relics? But now we are trapped, what do you say?"

"We have found it."

Jiang Qiu'e shook her head and pointed to the hill under her feet, "You can open the space door by dropping your dragon blood here."

"Oh?" Xia Feng looked at his feet in confusion. This small hill was also covered with snow, and there was a seal in the mountain that he couldn't see clearly.

In other words, the god's relics that Jiang Qiu'e wanted were in the seal?

Jiang Qiu'e was such a cautious person, but she was willing to take such a risk to enter this strange place. The role of this god's relics must be extraordinary.

Xia Feng's mind was racing, and he had already begun to consider the strategy of snatching the god's relics.

As for the promise of cooperation. The moral condemnation of breaking the promise?

Well, his Xia Feng's moral bottom line has always been flexible and changeable, and he has no morality now.