Shen Luo searched his body and found that the elixirs and golden rope that he got from the demon fox and Commander Wu were still on him. His heart calmed down a little.
He turned around and looked around. He found that as far as his eyes could see, there was a vast expanse of grayish-white fog. He didn't know where it led to.
After pondering for a while, he lifted his leg and walked in the opposite direction of the Gates of Hell.
Shen Luo walked for more than a hundred feet in one breath and found that the fog in front of him was getting thicker and thicker. The cold wind around him was also getting colder and colder.
He was a little uneasy in his heart. He kept thinking about the Horse-faced Ghost's last message of "fifteen minutes". He simply spread his legs and ran wildly.
As a result, the more he ran, the situation around him didn't improve at all. Instead, it became more and more intense. In the end, he couldn't see anything in front of him and only the sound of the wind was left in his ears.
Just when Shen Luo thought that he couldn't get out, the fog in front of him suddenly disappeared. The sound of the wind also disappeared in an instant. His body also suddenly loosened. He stumbled forward a few steps before he stabilized his body.
Shen Luo didn't have time to be happy. When he raised his head, he found that he was standing in front of a broken memorial archway. The plaque above was broken. The words "Gates of Hell" were written on it. Below, there were three words "hate". The color was black and red. It was a shocking sight.
"I'm back again!"
Shen Luo frowned. Before he could figure out what was going on, he found that the Red Spider Lily in his hand suddenly had spots of red light floating out. It was like the embers of a burning flame.
And as these spots of light continued to disappear, the red light on the Red Spider Lily became weaker and weaker. Its color also became dim. It looked like it was about to wither and die.
"Flowers wither and people die. In the time it takes to brew a cup of tea …" Shen Luo suddenly understood.
His gaze passed through the memorial archway and looked at the similarly foggy Road to the Underworld. He steeled his heart and ran straight to the Gates of Hell.
Since there was no way back, they could only charge forward. No matter how dangerous the road ahead was, it was better than sitting here and waiting for death!
Shen Luo stepped over the collapsed black stone of the decorated archway and leaped forward, intending to enter the Gates of Hell.
But right at this moment, another change occurred!
The three "hate" characters under the Gates of Hell's signboard suddenly shone brightly, each of them emitting an extremely terrifying aura. As soon as Shen Luo approached, he was directly knocked back by an invisible force.
Shen Luo fell backwards and landed on the ground. He bent down and grabbed the ground with one hand to stabilize himself.
He only felt his blood and qi churning in his chest, and he felt a bloody and violent thought that was constantly drilling into his mind. He hurriedly circulated the nameless art, and directed his magic power to rush up to his head, only then was he able to disperse the evil thought.
Shen Luo glanced at the Red Spider Lily in his hand and found that the petals had already turned yellow. Only the stamen was still a little red. He gritted his teeth and once again rushed into the memorial archway.
A thin layer of blue light shone around his body. He had already mobilized all his magic power and fiercely collided with the wall.
Immediately after, the three "hate" characters shone brightly again, and an even more powerful invisible force gushed out from it, fiercely hitting Shen Luo's body.
Shen Luo groaned, and the blue light around his body was shaken and scattered. He was also thrown high into the air.
Before he landed in mid-air, the Red Spider Lily in his hand had completely withered.
As the flower turned into fine powder and dissipated, the layer of red light that had been enveloping Shen Luo completely dissipated. The surrounding ghost fog and Yin wind suddenly all gathered towards him, turning into a huge grey-white vortex, enveloping him in the center.
Without the protection of the red light, the ghost fog stained the corner of his clothes. The corner of his clothes quickly turned grey-white, and then directly turned into ashes, and was blown away by the Yin wind.
Seeing this, Shen Luo was suddenly shocked. He looked up at the huge hole in the sky.
"Let's try again!"
He sighed helplessly. The moment he landed, all his magic power poured into his legs, and suddenly jumped up.
There was only a "bang" sound, as if there was a burst of air under his feet.
Shen Luo's figure rushed straight into the sky, and plunged into the hole.
There seemed to be a cloud rolling in the hole, and at the same time, it also produced a strong attractive force, pulling him in.
Shen Luo only felt his body become light, and he had already floated out and passed through the hole.
After his figure landed, his feet stepped on a round stone. He staggered slightly, and then heard a "crack" sound.
He quickly looked down at his feet, and found that what he had just stepped on was not a round stone, but a human skull. It seemed that it had been dead for too long, and it was easily crushed by his unintentional foot.
"Don't blame me, don't blame me …" Shen Luo said apologetically, and hurriedly took a step back.
"Crack", there was another soft sound.
Shen Luo turned his head to look, and under his feet, another tibia was crushed.
He frowned, looked around, and suddenly felt a burst of numbness on his scalp.
He saw that the surrounding was foggy, and the range of his eyes could only see a radius of a few hundred feet. Within this radius of a few hundred feet, the ground was densely covered with white bones.
Among them, there were both humans and beasts. Most of them had been mixed together, and only a few still maintained their original shape. In the more areas hidden in the fog, there seemed to be more white bones.
Shen Luo looked back not far away, and found that the hole he had escaped from before was still there, but the size was only about a hundred feet, which was very different from what he had seen before.
He remembered the situation in front of the Gate of Hell, and he still had some lingering fear. At this moment, he naturally would not go near the hole again.
The surrounding fog was thick, and Shen Luo could not see where to go.
Just as he was hesitating, he heard a gust of cold wind blowing. It sounded like a woman crying. The white bones under his feet were blown by the wind, and the powder was blown away.
Shen Luo frowned slightly, and after a little thought, he walked in the direction of the cold wind.
In the vast wilderness, Shen Luoshen walked step by step. Even though he tried his best to avoid it, he would still step on white bones from time to time, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard.
After walking for a long time, Shen Luo raised his eyebrows, and felt that the fog in front of him was gradually thinning.
His spirit was slightly shaken, and he walked forward for a distance. The fog gradually disappeared, and his vision suddenly became open.
Only then did he realize that he was standing on a hillside. On the opposite side of the hill stood a towering mountain peak that pierced through the clouds.
Shen Luo looked back, and then walked all the way down the hillside. When he was halfway down, he suddenly heard a sound like a bird's cry from the sky.
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