In any case, the transmigrators were all cultivators, so they moved very quickly. In less than a month, they had already reached the foot of Mount Kunlun. The majestic Kunlun ancestral mountain range spanned across Nanzhan State and Aparagodānīya State. It was the natural boundary between the two states. The endless yellow sand of Aparagodānīya State had an additional hint of gentleness brought by the melted snow of Mount Kunlun.
The winding river formed many oases in the Gobi desert. The oases followed the river and formed a string, like green pearls strung together by silver threads in the yellow sand of the Gobi desert.
This was an uninhabited area that stretched for thousands of miles. The transmigrators had been walking along the river for three days. Due to the slow speed of riding the wind and clouds, other than crossing mountains and rivers, they had to ride the wind and clouds to cross the rugged terrain of the river valleys. At other times, they had to use the Divine Feet (Arhat Bhikkhu), stick yellow talismans on their armor and horses, or use escape techniques. In short, they had to use all their abilities and didn't dare to fall behind.
"Most of the rivers here originate from the snowy peaks of Tanggula and Kunlun. If we follow this dried-up river, we should be at the foot of the Kunlun mountain range!" Chen Ang pointed the way.
Someone said doubtfully, "The terrain of the ancient times is too different from the future! How can you be so sure? "
"This place is too scary!" The old keeper mumbled, "The Divine Light of Metamagnet that I cultivate can no longer distinguish directions after entering the Gobi desert! The baleful wind that blew two days ago had a baleful aura as thick as a steel knife, and the black sand was like cold iron. Mixed with the baleful aura, not to mention a body of flesh and blood, even a treasure made of pure gold wouldn't be able to withstand it! "
"You're still talking, you idiot!" Old Taoist Qingchen said angrily, "You actually dared to use the Divine Light of Metamagnet to protect yourself in the baleful black wind. In the end, the astral winds in the sky intersected with the baleful black wind storm, and the pure iron in the black sand was all attracted to you. The collision of the astral winds and the baleful earth turned into divine thunder. With the help of the metallic black sand, it turned into ninety-nine layers of Golden Wind Fiend Divine Thunder … Even the Heavenly Tribulation isn't that scary! I've lived an ignoble life of more than three hundred and fifty years. I was lucky enough to see Daozu, but I was almost killed by you! "
"There was also the last time!" The butcher also scolded angrily, "You rode on the divine rays of metamagnet and flew across the river valley, yet you ran so fast yourself. I was behind you when I ran into the river valley and was startled by the evil spirits. The poisonous water gushed upwards, killing all the plants, birds, and beasts within several hundred miles. If I hadn't sacrificed a life-saving spirit talisman and transformed into a ray of light to escape, I would have turned into pus if I had touched even a little bit of the Chaos Fiend Poisonous Water! "
"Also, the last time you startled the Great Demon in the valley, it spat out miasma and almost swallowed me alive!"
"I was almost killed by you! That voice called our names, but you didn't even look back. You ran so fast, and you didn't even warn me. I was careless, and when I looked back, I almost died at the hands of that demon. If not for Senior Chen Ang saving me and bestowing upon me a secret divine ability that allows me to summon the souls of others, you would have to give me an explanation. Don't blame me for calling out your name. "
The Keeper had long since incurred the wrath of the heavens and the people, and now that someone had taken the lead in denouncing him, many of the transmigrators were rubbing their fists, eager to teach him a lesson. The Keeper had no choice but to admit his wrongs, apologize, and promise many benefits. Furthermore, he was an erudite and talented person, and had many uses among the transmigrators, so he hadn't been surrounded and attacked.
Furthermore! The Keeper was a master of escape arts, and was most adept at fleeing for his life. He was also as timid as a mouse, and more alert than most. He had always adhered to the adage that if you can't run from danger, you think I can't outrun you? Although he had caused trouble time and time again, each time he was able to escape one step ahead of everyone else. That was why he had conned so many people. With so many people here, if Chen Ang and the other experts didn't make a move, it would be impossible to take him down.
The Keeper wanted to change the subject, but his keen senses told him that something wasn't right up ahead. "Look at that oasis," he said, pointing. "Something's wrong!"
Everyone used their divine abilities to peer ahead. Sure enough, a hundred miles away, there seemed to be traces of people in an oasis by the river. However, it was mealtime, and no one was there.
Several people with powerful magic powers flew into the oasis, and in a short while, they landed in the middle of the oasis. The middle-aged Daoist couldn't help but exclaim as soon as he touched the ground. The others also looked serious. The oasis was littered with skeletons. Some of the dried corpses seemed to be struggling, and their expressions were ferocious, as if they had died a painful death.
The old Daoist Qing Chen looked around, and said gravely, "These must be the nomadic Guifang Rong people. I don't know why, but the entire tribe is dead! I looked around, and found that the Yin energy here was very thick, and there was even a hint of ferocity. It must have been a plague or something foul that killed them. However, the people here didn't die suddenly. I looked behind me, and there were many newly built graves. The entire tribe must have struggled for a month, and buried nearly half of its people before they were suddenly massacred! “
The butcher stood in front of the two skeletons, and his expression was a bit puzzled. As the transmigrators arrived one after another, they also made a judgment of the situation. Everyone thought that this place shouldn't be far from the Kunlun Hundred Countries. After passing through the Kunlun Mountains, they would reach the Guifang Tribe. After passing through the Guifang Tribe, they would reach the River Plain where the Righteous Canal was.
They had only walked a few steps in the tribe's ruins when someone smelled an extremely strange smell. It was a bit like the stench of wild beasts, with a strong smell of decay. A few people came closer to take a look. It turned out to be a row of clay pots, neatly arranged in a row, placed under the mud wall. Someone curiously came closer to take a look and couldn't help but cry out in surprise.
"These jars are filled with human heads!"
The old keeper came closer, and sure enough, he saw that there was a tightly stuffed black ball at the belly of the jar. He broke one, and the round head rolled out. It was a human head, and it was the head of the Guifang Rong people. Its eyes were wide open, and its expression was extremely fierce.
One of the transmigrators said with a trembling voice, "The opening of this jar, it shouldn't be able to fit a human head!"
Everyone looked, and sure enough, the opening of the jar was only the size of a fist. Not to mention a human head, even the radius of the neck was larger than it. Someone sneered, "You're a cultivator, and this kind of small matter can be done with the Shrinking Technique." He picked up an empty jar beside him, and placed it on his head. Sure enough, he easily stuck his head in.
His voice buzzed out from the jar, "Look, I've stuffed it in!"
"Nonsense!" Everyone shook their heads and laughed. They were all cultivators, who were they trying to scare with this little trick? After a cursory inspection, they did not have any intention of avenging the tribe. They only used a spell, and from the aura of some of the tribe's precious items, they found traces of people in front of them. After confirming the direction, they were about to hurry over.
At this moment, someone saw that the transmigrator was still wearing the jar, and couldn't help but mock, "Are you going to keep wearing it?"
When the old Taoist, Bhikkhu, and the burly man heard that, they hurriedly turned back to look. A person with a jar on his head was standing behind them, not answering. The old Taoist's expression changed, and he couldn't help but scold, "Don't come near! He's no longer a human! "
The Arhat Bhikkhu looked shocked and angry. He held the Buddhist beads and kept chanting the name of Buddha.
"The Yin Qi is so heavy, I'm afraid this is the filth that caused the massacre of this tribe! I told you not to court death … How dare you act recklessly with just a little supernatural power? Do you really think this is still the world we lived in? Who knows how many dangerous ghosts there were in ancient times, don't forget … the Underworld is still around! "The old Taoist scolded.
However, Chen Ang reminded, "The Underworld is still around, how can there be such ghosts in broad daylight? Could it be that something happened to the Underworld? "
"Senior, you're thinking too much!" The burly man could still smile. "We don't know what's going on in the ancient Underworld. Can't they occasionally miss a few ghosts?"
Someone couldn't help but strike out with a Palm Lightning to test it out. The lightning easily shattered the jar, revealing the head inside. They saw that the person's head had disappeared, and what was hanging around his neck was the head that was contained in the broken jar.
Everyone looked at where the head was, but the broken jar was no longer there. Instead, there was a complete jar. Everyone didn't need to look to know whose head was inside.
The old Taoist roared, "Heaven and Earth are boundless, borrow the power of the universe!" The iron horsetail whisk in his hand expanded, and silver threads swept out, slapping the ghost's body. Countless lightning bolts interweaved into millions of tiny silver snakes, about to turn the ghost into ashes. The human head flew up and turned into a hideous and terrifying strange bird with two ears as wings. It allowed the body to be refined by the lightning.
The old Taoist cursed, "Motherf * cker! If it weren't for you, my precious horsetail whisk would have been greatly damaged by the Metal Wind Chaos Divine Thunder. Would I have fallen to such a state? "
Chen Ang reminded loudly, "Be careful, that's a Chong Diao!"
The Chong Diao, whose head had transformed into a vicious bird, let out a sharp screech. The group of transmigrators covered their ears to resist the sharp screech. When the screech faded away, everyone was unharmed. The brawny man sneered, "With your meager abilities, you can harm mortals, but you want to harm us …"
Before he finished speaking, his face started to turn pale. He saw that the row of more than thirty jars had all started to crack because of the Chong Diao's cry, and the things inside were ready to move. The transmigrators looked at the Chong Diao that had just killed one of them. After weighing the pros and cons, they realized that even the old Taoist Qingchen, who was one of the top three in terms of magical power, could only tie with the Chong Diao.
If he joined forces with the Buddha Bhikkhu, perhaps after a bitter battle, they could destroy the Chong Diao. There were no more than ten people here who could help, and there were more than thirty jars that could transform into the Chong Diao.
Using elementary math, they could roughly analyze the situation. Thus, the old Keeper was the first to react. He turned into a beam of light and fled for his life. The others followed, even Chen Ang was no exception.
Someone flew into the air and looked back, only to see the countless strange birds and monsters that had turned into human heads chasing them. In the tribe, a few withered poplars pulled out their roots, and within the roots, a few withered corpses were struggling. Ghosts danced by the river, and white dogs ran on the ground, carrying corpses. In a breath's time, the small tribe by the river had turned into a ghostly domain.
In the shadow of the ghostly domain, an indescribable existence's gaze remained in his last memory.
"Fan!"
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