Chapter 2637 Corpse Mountain Bone Ridge

The martial arts deity controlled the figure, stood in the air, looked around, and at the same time spread out his consciousness and probed the surrounding movement.

The surrounding environment is dark and gloomy, there are no sun, moon and stars above the head, and some few light sources come from all kinds of strange vegetation.

Some tall trees are dark and lush, but most of the leaves are as black as ink.

There are only a few leaves, which sometimes emit a faint light, and in the dark environment, they flicker on and off, and they look quite infiltrating!

In the darkness in the distance, a large shadow appeared faintly, motionless, as if many ancient behemoths with huge bodies were hidden in the depths of the darkness.

In the quiet and dark environment, it looks particularly gloomy!

On the ground not far away, there was a faint green flame the size of a fist floating, like a ghost fire.

The martial arts deity looked at him intently, and narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

Beneath the groups of ghost fires, there were scattered white bones, and there were many traces of slashing and biting on them, which showed how tragic the battle had broken out here.

The martial arts deity felt a little bit.

Although there are some heaven and earth vitality around, it is obviously much thinner than the heaven.

Of course, far better than Long Yuanxing.

However, this kind of heaven and earth vitality is also mixed with a dark and gloomy power, which is different from the heaven and earth vitality in the heavens.

The martial arts deity felt as if he had come to an unfamiliar world.

This world is not only incompatible with the environment of the heavens, it is even completely different from the atmosphere of the entire upper realm!

Looking around, even the vegetation here, the martial arts deity has not seen in the upper realm, everything is unfamiliar and strange.

"Where is this?"

The martial arts deity frowned slightly.

He felt it carefully, and had completely lost contact with Qinglian's real body.

Normally, he controls the Suppressing Prison Cauldron, and even if he is in the great hell of Abi, he can always maintain a connection with Qinglian's real body.

After falling here, he completely cut off contact with the outside world.

The martial arts deity used the power of Dongtian and punched it at will.

The surrounding void trembled, and a crack appeared, revealing the space tunnel inside.

The martial arts deity flashed in.

It didn't take long for another piece of void to crack open, and the martial arts deity walked out of the space tunnel, frowning secretly.

Not right.

Although he can tear the void and teleport in space at any time, he has never been able to return to the Great Hell of Avici, let alone return to the heaven.

There seems to be an unbreakable barrier between him and the Great Hell!

"how so?"

While thinking about the martial arts deity, he looked around while inspecting.

He had just performed space teleportation, and he had come to the vicinity of the tall shadow he first saw.

As we got closer, we could see clearly that these majestic shadows hidden in the darkness were large undulating mountains and mountains that could not be seen.

The martial arts deity didn't think much about it at first, but his eyes inadvertently passed over the nearest mountain peak, and his pupils could not help shrinking slightly!

On that mountain, there are corpses everywhere, all kinds of creatures, not only human races, but also other races, corpses covered the whole mountain!

Where is the ordinary mountain in front of me, but a mountain of bloody corpses!

The Martial Dao deity spreads out his consciousness and continues to spread outwards.

In these endless mountains, corpses are scattered everywhere, and bones are piled up under the mountains!

There are even some creatures that have just fallen, and the flesh and blood on their bodies have not yet rotted.

What is terrifying is that it is such a tragic situation on the mountains and mountains within the 10,000-mile range shrouded by the divine consciousness of the martial arts deity.

This is a mountain of corpses!

At this moment, in the induction of the martial arts deity, I saw more than one hundred monks galloping towards him.

This group of monks was not surprised by the corpse mountains around them. They seemed to be used to it for a long time.

"There is a movement over there. Let's go over and take a look. We have just laid the Wailing Mountain, so don't be taken advantage of by other forces."

"Alas, the dark energy is exhausted, resources are scarce, and cultivation is getting more and more difficult."

"I don't know if I will have the opportunity to become a prisoner in this life, have my own territory, lead thousands of prisoners, and countless beautiful women."

"Jailer? Don't count on it, we are all prisoners in our lives. Beiling is fighting so frequently, it would be good to survive for a few more years."

"Even if you train as a prisoner, you may not be able to live for a long time? The previous lord of Wailing Soul Ridge was not killed by our lord!"

The martial arts deity frowned slightly when he heard these conversations.

Ghostly?

Jailer, Jailer?

Crying Soul Ridge, North Ridge?

Weeping Soul Ridge and Bei Ridge should be the name of a place, but what are the ghosts, jailers, and prison generals in the mouths of these monks?

Since his ascension to the upper realm, the martial arts deity has spent most of the time in retreat and practice.

But he has browsed the secrets of the exercises that are too high, and in the hell of Avici alone, countless inheritances of the three thousand worlds have been passed down.

In these inheritances, there has never been any dark energy, jailers, etc.

In the perception of the martial arts deity, the cultivation realm of these more than 100 monks is different.

The lower ones are probably Xuanxian, the higher ones are some angels, and the monks headed should have the cultivation base of ninth-order heavenly immortals.

Moreover, the martial arts deity noticed that although these monks are in human form, there are some nuances.

The pupils of these monks were all brown. Perhaps due to the lack of light sources, the skin looked pale and a lot less bloody.

These cultivators also exude a gloomy and cold aura, which is very similar to the surrounding environment.

This kind of breath, the martial arts deity has never seen in the upper realm.

He didn't know anything about this place, and was about to ask someone to ask.

After thinking about this, the martial arts deity greeted the group of people.

"Commander Cui, this time Lord Lord has laid down the Crying Soul Ridge, how many Nether Stones can we divide?" In the crowd, a cultivator asked with a smile.

"Don't worry, you are indispensable."

Commander Cui said lightly.

"Head, look, there's someone over there!"

At this moment, several cultivators pointed to a purple-robed man who came from a distance, and reminded him aloud.

"What is this person's cultivation realm, why can't he find out?"

"Also wearing a mask and covering up."

"Head, how do I feel, this person exudes an angry air, doesn't he look like we are from Beiling?"

"Looks like a fat sheep, there may be a lot of dark stones on it."

Several monks whispered.

Commander Cui looked at the purple-robed man not far away, squinted his eyes slightly, and said, "Look at my instructions for a while, I'll go to the bottom first, if it's a stranger, kill him first!"

"If there is a ghost stone, our brothers will split first!"

"clear!"

The monks behind him responded quickly, licking their lips, their eyes glowing, and their expressions were a little excited.