Chapter 87: 88. Oni district

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Zuo Bo flicked his fingers, a flame came out of his fingers, and suddenly the surrounding scene became clear. The vast space could not see the end, bones, skulls, and milky maggots spread across the ground, watching the scene like hell, the three of them could not help frowning. Where did these bones and skulls come from? Just a little thought would guess that these bones must have been sucked in by the strange mountain and then died.
It seems this place is absolutely unsafe.
The fingers wrapped in sackcloth flickered gently, and the flame flew towards all directions under the control of Zuobo. This is a space with a distance of eight miles. At the end of the space is a wall composed of gray and white skeletons. It's also bones. Does this space have a soft spot for bones?
"Here is... Xuanyuandong!" Zuo Bo shouted uncontrollably, his voice full of surprises, and his trembling lips widened with excitement.
"You know this ghost place?" Waco asked curiously.
"Why don't you know! Where I want to find every day in my dreams, how could I not know it!" The more excited the more, the more excited Zuobo almost danced.
"Is this where the power of fate lies?" Waco said with surprise.
"Yes, yes, exactly the same as the legend. Haha... I know, as long as I keep looking for it, I will find it..." Zuo Bo said with a sigh, and his eyes became slightly moist with excitement.
Waco only knew that he had been looking for the power of destiny ten years ago, but how did he know that he had paid attention to the power of destiny five hundred years ago, and how did he know that he had started to seek for it three hundred years ago? The power of fate! For three hundred years, when the time passes, how can you not feel sad when you think about all the efforts you have borne?
"Look at your excitement, like a country man who has never seen the world." Waco was not used to Zuo Bo's mentally retarded appearance at this time, so he said ironically, "Since we have found the right place, let's find out the power of fate now. , I think I really want to see how things have been scorned by you."
"Wait!" Zuo Bo shouted suddenly.
Waco was taken aback by the other party's voice and suddenly warned: "Why, now I want to cross the river bridge?"
"Hum..." Zuobo sneered dismissively, "This place can't go around, otherwise, next year's today will definitely be your anniversary."
"The ghost believes that, with my strength, what traps can hurt me." Waco said hardly, but he didn't dare to move.
"Your strength? How high can it be? The most is the realm of imperial qi! This Xuanyuan cave existed in ancient times. I think there were more than one hundred masters in the realm of the realm, including eight Linshens, who joined together to break this. Xuanyuandong, there is only one sentence left in the end to survive. You know how dangerous this place is!" Zuo Bo said while looking around, as if he wanted to find the remains of many masters fighting.
Waco frowned, not speaking: "Is it so powerful?"
Zuobo said: "Unbelief, you can take a step forward."
Waco heard the news and raised his foot directly, but when he stretched his foot forward, he dared not fall. The alchemist's combat ability may not be too strong, but their knowledge must be above everyone, and when Zuobo said so, Waco already believed the other person in his heart.
"If it's so powerful, then how do you get the power of destiny, don't tell you that you just want to visit this ghost place." Waco said.
"As long as the method is proper, there is nothing you can't get." Zuo Bo said confidently.
"What method?" Waco finished, and felt a little rash, and the other party would casually say such important things?
"It's the safest to see the skull on the ground, only along this line." Zuobo said.
"It's that simple?" Waco didn't agree.
"Simple? This was the conclusion that it took dozens of masters of the air world to draw!" Zuobo said.
Seeing Zuobo speaks eloquently, it seems to make him familiar with this place. Is he really just reading the information from the book? Waco doubted.
There are many types of skulls, large and small, with different shapes, some are human heads, some are bull heads, some are sheep heads, and even some skulls have never been seen by Zuo Bo. These skulls seem to be piled up among many bones, but when you look closely, it seems that they just formed a road to the front. The three walked crookedly along the skull and walked for about ten minutes. A tall bone with two people stood next to a skull. "The head is the shore." On the bone.
"After that domino, it won't be as calm as it is now, so if someone wants to give up, it's still too late." Zuo Li stood beside the domino and said to Hughes. In his eyes, taking Hughes' low level of cultivation as the entry was no different from sending death. Although the life and death of the other party had nothing to do with himself, Zober still hoped that Hughes would withdraw from the expedition out of good faith.
"No," Hughes said, turning his head away. Because he was despised by people for a long time, he had already closed his heart deeply. Now, in the face of the goodwill of others, he finds it difficult to face it directly. Although Hughes now showed an unconscionable look, Zuo Bo's heart was deeply recorded.
"Well, after this card, we will not retreat. We will only keep moving forward. Anyone who is hesitant will be directly trapped inside. Pay special attention to this. Move forward! Move forward! !!! Even if you lack your arms and legs, you must not stop! Even if only the last breath is left, you must crawl hard!" Zuo Bo said seriously.
Although the location of the Xuanyuan Cave is not left, there is a detailed record of the specific arrangement in the cave. It is precisely because of a certain understanding that Zuo Bo seemed confident.
"There will be 5 different trials in it, and only through all of them can we get the power of destiny." Zuobo encouraged.
"Of course, although it is a trial exercise, but the only thing that can't pass is death."
"Remember, the advice of the first two levels: everything is false! As long as you remember this sentence firmly, you will be able to break through."
"So, let us accept the trial of fate." Zuo Bo said, walking forward.
"A trial of destiny? You will never bow your head to destiny!" With both hands clenched, Hughes secretly ruthlessly.
Hughes was the last one to walk through the dominoes. When he stepped over the dominoes, he felt his body shake as if something was pulling the soul. Feeling carefully, I was shocked to find that my vitality was constantly being lost as I walked, and then I took less than ten steps. A feeling of ignorance became stronger and stronger. If you go on like this, you will directly exhaust your vitality and die within ten steps!
Say not to be afraid that it must be fake. Hughes looked up in horror. Waco's hair had become white, and his upright body seemed to be bent like a crushed heavy stone like a hook, and his pace was heavy and slow. The elephant has completely become a bad old man. Looking forward, my eyes become blurred, does my eyes age so quickly?
"Stop?" An idea came up, "No, you can't stop!" Hughes immediately rejected the idea, but his speed slowed down unconsciously.
"Is it true that everything Zuobo said is false, but it feels too clear, it really makes people doubt that this is an illusion."
"Wait, more and more clear? Both vision and hearing fade slowly with footsteps, why is that feeling more and more clear!"
"If you are really too old to move, listen, or watch, why are your thoughts so clear? Hallucinations, everything is hallucinations!"
"Go forward! Go forward!" Dragging more and more tired body, Hughes strives to move forward until aging exhausts the last drop of strength in the whole body!
At that moment, Hughes already believed that he was dead, but at another moment, Hughes felt himself alive again.
If there are bystanders, you will clearly see that Hughes has experienced aging to withering in these thirty steps, and then slowly full of vitality. All this really happened, if Hughes stopped or halted, then the estimate left at this time was an dying old man or a dead body.
"That kind of dynamic feeling is really good." This was the most authentic thought of Hughes when he was young.
"Sure enough, as Zuobo said, all this is false." With the first experiment, Hughes' confidence increased greatly and he continued to move forward.
A tens of feet wide aerosol traverses the road that must pass through. The seemingly faint aerosol is hazy like a cloth, which makes people wear it at a glance.
Hughes feels that he has entered a white world, everything is white, and his fingers are out of reach. In the moment when he lost his vision, Hughes hesitated. Will the skull bend through the thick fog? Will he take the wrong path in the next step!
"Go straight? Turn left or turn right?" Hughes opened his eyes wide, even bending his waist as low as possible, but still couldn't see the skull on the ground.
"Trial? Trial! It won't be the luck of trying others!" With a trace of worry and a trace of uncertainty, Hughes put his feet down.
"It's okay?" The difficult choice is just beginning, and because he can't see it, Hughes is always worried that the next step will be wrong. It's like a person walking with his eyes closed, and knowing clearly that there will be a big pit waiting for himself. The worry and hesitation in his heart will always entangle himself, making him afraid to move forward.
And Hughes encountered this situation at this time. The fact that the first step is okay does not mean that the second step also has this luck, or it will make mistakes in the third step. Is backwards the only way out? No, even if you die! I won't step back! Since you are not afraid of death, what are you still worried about? go ahead! !
Thinking of this, Hughes walked straight ahead.
The mist was tumbling, and the suspicion in the fog was most obvious. He suddenly felt that the air was filled with chill, and then the whole world fell with snow like goose feathers. The biting chill reminded Hughes of that night. A terrible battle.
"Cowardly little bastard!" Hughes was so distraught that night that there was a disdainful voice in the mist.
"Who!" Hughes was like a cat stepped on its tail, staring angrily at the source of the sound.
"Hum, hum, hum!" Along with three hums, a figure in the flying snow slowly became clear.
Hughes once had a friend who grew up fighting from a young age to a big one. He could overcome the difficult entry training of a trainer, and he could never do without the help of his friend.
His name was Bessie, and it was one of the few who knew and tasted the frantic warfare revealed by Huss’s madness. Due to his respect for the blood of Huss, Bessie finally became a friend with Huss.
"Why are you here!" Hughes exclaimed uncontrollably.
"Come and see you, friend." Baixi grinned, full of the bold character of the troll clan.
Just looking at the familiar smile, an unexplainable sorrow from the bottom of my heart, but Hughes immediately suppressed this undesirable emotion, and forcedly asked: "Who are you!" Because he knew Baixi It was sacrificed in the battle that night.
"Who am I? Huh, we don't know the best, even if we are deserters, we choose this most shameful method and steal lives. Our trolls only have soldiers who died in battle, how can there be a runaway coward?" The voice was full of anger , Bessie glared.
"I'm not a coward!" Hughes emphasized.
"So are you still a warrior? A true warrior will never be a deserter!" Baixi despised.
Although Hughes believed that the other party was a phantom in the morning, he made a determination to ignore the other party from the beginning, but in the face of the mocking of the other party, his emotions were again aroused by the familiar face. Some of the words that were hidden in his heart were like direct shots. And out: "Yes, you are brave and brave enough to to die, but this is called a warrior? Even the frustration of failure can't bear it, do you only think of the warrior? Even a little to overcome the frustration You don’t have a heart, and you deserve to be called warriors? It’s shameful to run away, can’t you as a warrior even overcome this gossip? Is it true that the value of a warrior can only be expressed with blood and life? A real warrior dares to face the dismal Life! Can you do it?!"
"..."
As if he knew Hughes for the first time, he looked up and down at each other carefully and finally nodded: "Yes, the real warrior dares to challenge all difficulties, including the difficult decision to escape, I hope you can Remember today's words firmly and be a true warrior!" The more he said, the lower his voice, and the figure became more and more faint, and finally disappeared into the mist.
Although I spoke abruptly and quickly in a single breath, I could not catch my breath, but Hughes said what he had in mind, but his chest felt relaxed. Quitting a little, Hughes took a big step and moved on.
"Stop!" A majestic voice came.
The character of the troll is not afraid of the world, but there will always be a number one person in the family who will let them talk. The status of the sacrificial judge is lofty, and it is the existence of those who violate the rules in the troll tribe.
The arrogant and arrogant character makes the trolls think dignity is extremely important. For them, if you want to deprive them of dignity, it will be more painful than killing them. But there is a custom within the troll clan. Anyone convicted by a trial, no matter how big or small, will be a sign of loss of dignity. So no matter how arrogant trolls see the sacrificial trial, they have to be cautious, fearing that they will be scolded by the other party, or that they will be convicted.
The long-term coercion made Hughes want to kneel when he saw the other party, but a strong will overcome this habit.
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