Chapter 370 Black God Village
Fairy Ninghua smiled faintly: "Empress Xuanji is busy with all kinds of affairs, but she also took time out of her busy schedule to meet her lover in private."
As soon as these words came out, Luo Xuanji's face suddenly became furious. If there were no three demon supremes watching nearby, she would have directly torn with Luo Ninghua.
Both of them are strong women standing at the top of the human cultivation world. As the saying goes, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, especially two tigresses. It is normal for them to fight over a disagreement.
Zhao Mu even secretly looked forward to it.
If these two people fight, the scene must be very exciting.
"Humph, I won't argue with you, a yellow-haired girl, let's go."
Luo Xuanji restrained her murderous intent and pulled Zhao Mu to kill him.
The death energy that came to his face collided with Zhao Mu's body protection spiritual power, creating dazzling sparks.
Zhao Mu quickly collected his mind and became alert with full concentration.
Although it was only the periphery of the Dangerous Land, Zhao Mu could clearly feel that the Dangerous Land that appeared this time was much more dangerous than the Dangerous Land that he had encountered in the Abyss before.
Never take it lightly.
Seeing Luo Xuanji and Zhao Mu rush into the Dangerous Land first, the three demon clan supremes followed suit.
Luo Ninghua was much calmer, following slowly, her fairy skirt fluttering, and her grace outstanding.
Soon, Zhao Mu and the others passed through the outer dead zone and came to a place filled with red fog.
"Inside the red fog is the body of the Dangerous Land."
Zhao Mu had already heard the hoarse screams of the demon spirits.
There were so many of them, so many that it made people's scalps numb.
Even Luo Xuanji showed a solemn expression and was very alert.
After making all preparations, the two entered the red fog.
The three demon supremes and Luo Ninghua also rushed in after them.
But as soon as they entered the red fog, they encountered a strange spatial turbulence, which instantly dispersed the crowd.
In the red fog, there was an unknown black shadow stirring.
The black shadow had no actual attack ability, but it would disrupt people's consciousness and thinking, making people have endless hallucinations.
Even though Zhao Mu had a righteous soul and a powerful consciousness, he was still fooled by the black shadow and almost lost in the dilemma of illusion.
After escaping with great difficulty, Zhao Mu flew all the way and finally crossed the red fog area and came to the interior of the dangerous land.
However, no breath of life could be felt around.
Everyone was lost.
Zhao Mu walked alone in a dark and gloomy valley.
There was a gurgling stream under his feet, and black petals floated in the green stream from time to time.
The petals were black and purple, emitting bursts of bloody smell.
"There are dirty things!"
Zhao Mu keenly noticed that there were eyes around him looking at him, but they were definitely not living things.
He carefully guarded against changes in the surroundings, and at the same time offered the Golden Buddha Lamp.
The golden Buddha light swept out, and the feeling of being watched gradually disappeared.
The Golden Buddha Lamp is definitely a good thing in this environment, and it is of great help to Zhao Mu.
Even if he does not have the combat power of the Heavenly Man Realm, with the blessing of the Golden Buddha Lamp and many immortal tools, Zhao Mu's combat power will not be inferior to other Heavenly Man Supremes. Even if he is alone, he will not fall into a stalemate.
Moreover, Zhao Mu is the only one among the crowd who has experience in dealing with the fierce and desperate land and dealing with the demon spirits.
After recovering, Zhao Mu resolutely walked forward and continued to go deeper into the fierce and desperate land.
"Little brother, stop. The territory of the Three Disaster King is ahead. If you go forward, you can't turn back."
At this time, Zhao Mu found that a white-haired and childish old man with a cane appeared out of thin air by the stream.
The old man smiled kindly. Although he was a demon spirit, he did not have an evil aura. Instead, he kindly reminded Zhao Mu.
Zhao Mu frowned and immediately became alert, not approaching the old man rashly.
But the old man seemed to be no threat. After reminding Zhao Mu, he automatically turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.
Zhao Mu was skeptical, but since he had come to a dangerous place, there was no possibility of turning back.
He was alert and continued to move forward.
Walking along the stream to the source, Zhao Mu saw a dilapidated abandoned building.
It seemed to be a mountain village.
Zhao Mu found a stone tablet half buried in the soil.
There were three big characters engraved on it in rough handwriting -
Black God Village!
"This name seems a little familiar."
Zhao Mu tried to recall and found that he had seen the same name in an ancient book that recorded the major events of the human race over the years.
This Black God Village seemed to have been destroyed more than 300 years ago.
Zhao Mu still remembered that the book introduced that the Black God Village was a mountain village built by a group of Black God believers. It was not large in scale, with less than 800 people in the whole village, and there were not many practitioners. It was similar to ordinary bandits and bandits, and was not qualified to be recorded in the history books.
But suddenly one day, the Black God Village changed. The 800 people in the village gained extremely powerful strength overnight, and began to burn, kill, rob and abuse everywhere, and even broke into the palace of a secular dynasty, slaughtered the city and destroyed the country, occupied the mountain and became the king, and finally became bolder and broke into the territory of Wuxiang State, and advanced all the way to the border for more than 3,000 miles, captured ten cities and more than a hundred towns, and killed and set fire all the way.
Until the end, Yu Wensong, the commander-in-chief of the Wuxiang State, led 100,000 elite soldiers and 3,000 cultivators to capture the 800 desperate people in the Black God Village.
But the book did not record it in detail, and there was no much introduction to what the Black God Village ended up with.
The actual situation may be different.
If Luo Xuanji is here, I can ask her.
What happened more than three hundred years ago also caused quite a stir at the time. She might know some of the secrets.
Zhao Mu walked past the stone tablet into the dilapidated mountain village, and a bloody and rotten smell came to his nose.
When he reached the end of the mountain village, Zhao Mu suddenly saw a flash of fire.
Looking closely, he saw a two-person-high iron pot set up on the open ground. The fire was burning fiercely, and bubbles were gurgling in the pot. The bubbles that exploded splashed black water all over the ground. It was extremely corrosive, and even the rocks were corroded into holes.
Around the big iron pot, there were more than fifty demons scattered, as if they were guarding the big iron pot.
Zhao Mu threw out the golden Buddha lamp without saying a word, and hung it high in the air. The golden Buddha light enveloped all the demons.
Without waiting for the demons to be alarmed, Zhao Mu rushed forward and used the Dimension Breaker to cut off the demons' retreat, forcing them to the vicinity of the big iron pot. At the same time, he unfolded the Pure Fire Field, and the blazing red flames and golden Buddha light burned the demons.
In the blink of an eye, the more than 50 demons were wiped out completely, leaving no one behind.
Zhao Mu even used the magic weapon to record the whole process of strangling the demons.
After all, the final ownership of the Xiong Juedi depends on the points of killing demons, so every battle must be recorded well to avoid unnecessary troubles when the calculation is unclear.
This kind of magic weapon for recording images is not difficult to make. The one in Zhao Mu's hand was made by himself, and it also has the function of holographic display, which can record everything that happens in front of him without error.
Zhao Mu also has a few for personal use, which contain a lot of late-night study materials directed and performed by himself. Of course, these things must not be leaked, and they are even protected by several layers of formations. Even if they are accidentally lost, no one can open them, and forcibly cracking them will only cause self-destruction.