He looked at the man in the black dragon robe on the carriage.
Ye Chen squinted as his eyes flickered.
The other party was Ying!
Ever since Ye Chen returned from Kunlun Ruins, it was his first time encountering Ying. Moreover, it was under such circumstances.
"He's become stronger again!"
Ye Chen's eyes sparkled.
"What powerful yin dragon energy. Not only is he a Corpse King, he even has four Drought Demons following him!"
The Patriarch of Hell's expression was solemn as he asked through voice transmission, "Fellow Ye, who is this person?"
With the patriarch's experience, he could naturally tell that Ying was extraordinary. However, what he could see was limited. It was as if there was a fog around Ying, preventing him from seeing clearly.
That was why he was afraid of them.
As Ye Chen's lips trembled, shock flashed through the Patriarch of Hell's eyes, "It's that person?!"
"That's right. This person has probably reached the mid-Nascent Soul stage. Unless it's absolutely necessary, it's best if you don't provoke him!" Ye Chen said secretly.
The patriarch of Hell did not say a word.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …
As the huge chariot rushed over, everyone moved out of the way. The noisy crowd instantly quietened down.
However, shock flashed through the gazes that looked at Ying from time to time.
"Zombies, they're all zombies!"
"What a powerful murderous aura. When did China have such a special force?!"
"Don't provoke them. Don't ever provoke them!"
"…"
Facing everyone's gazes, the four ferocious men around the carriage did not look sideways as if they did not see anything.
Meanwhile, Ying, who was on the carriage, closed his eyes slightly.
Just when the carriage passed by Ye Chen and the rest, Ying suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen looked into his eyes.
Then, Ying nodded slightly as if he was greeting him and looked away.
"Let's go!"
This was the first time Ying had spoken. The chariot immediately flew into the mist, and the four Drought Demons followed closely behind.
"They're in, they're in!"
"Aren't they afraid of the strange black fog?"
"…"
Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief. One had to know that the strange black fog could devour human flesh and blood.
At this moment, a strange fragrance wafted out from the black mist. It was as if a fragrance was floating in the air.
"What's that smell? It smells so good! "
Someone took a deep breath and immediately felt incomparably refreshed. His limbs and bones surged with waves of vitality, as if he was floating among the clouds.
"This is the fragrance of a supreme medicine!"
The expression of one of the Quasi-Saints changed slightly. He then said excitedly, "Supreme medicine! There must be a supreme medicine within the black mist!"
The crowd burst into an uproar.
"Boom …"
In the end, someone couldn't take it anymore. An old man with two horns on his head took a step forward, and his figure instantly swept into the black fog.
The other party was a Quasi-Sage.
This time, everyone could see it more clearly. That person's entire body was wrapped in purple qi, and that terrifying black mist was actually unable to affect him at all.
"Can Quasi-Sages enter?"
Seeing this scene, many experts' eyes instantly froze.
"Let's go too!"
An old man wielding a sword suddenly shot into the black fog as a streak of sword light. It seemed that he could not hold back his curiosity.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh …"
After him, people followed one after another. The weakest among them was a supreme giant.
At this moment, everyone finally realized a rule. If one wanted to resist the strange black fog, the weakest cultivation base was a supreme giant.
Even an Emperor Stage cultivator could not do it.
Li Ying looked at Ye Chen and could not help but say, "Palace Master, are we going in?"
Ye Chen said nothing. He merely took a good look at the depths of the black fog and said while deep in thought, "Why does Ying want to enter Fengdu? You should know that he has the body of a zombie, and supreme medicines and such have no effect on him. "
"Let's go!"
A few seconds later, he waved his sleeve and led the Patriarch of Hell and the rest into the black fog.
"It's Mad Southern Ye. He's here too!"
"Even Mad Southern Ye has been alarmed. It seems like Fengdu in front of us is extraordinary. Unfortunately, our cultivation bases are too low to resist the black fog."
"…"
At that moment, everyone around them noticed Ye Chen and the rest. At that moment, people gasped.
…
In the dark and dense black fog, one could not see the end of it. There was a crescent moon hanging quietly in the sky, as if it had formed a world of its own, isolating the outside world.
At this moment, numerous figures flashed into a deep pool like graceful birds, and they gave rise to quite a bit of waves.
"Kacha kacha …"
The sound of teeth chewing could be heard in the black fog.
"This black fog is really strange!"
The Patriarch of Hell activated his protective True Origin Energy. He sensed the black fog around him with a grim expression and took out a medicinal pill to consume.
As soon as he stepped into the black fog, he sensed its strangeness. If not for his protective True Origin Energy, he would have been at a disadvantage.
As for Luo Tianya and Li Ying, they unleashed their protective True Energy one after another. Their eyes were filled with fear.
However, what shocked them was that Ye Chen and Ye Wushuang seemed very relaxed in the black fog. They were like fish in water.
In the black fog, Ye Chen's body emitted a faint divine radiance. His bones were crystalline like jade, and he looked like a god that had descended to the mortal world. The black fog avoided him wherever he passed.
As for Ye Wushuang, he was dressed in white and did not reveal his aura. He seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll in the black fog.
"It's indeed the black fog on the ghost ship."
Ye Chen took the initiative to reach out and grab a ball of black fog. The confusion in his eyes intensified after sensing it carefully.
The Patriarch of Hell said, "Fellow Ye, have you noticed that the black fog seems to have a consciousness?"
"Indeed!"
Ye Chen nodded lightly, "This black fog can devour the flesh and blood of living people to grow, but it doesn't belong to a living being. I suspect that the so-called black fog is formed by countless broken souls."
"That's right!"
Patriarch Yellow Spring looked at him with admiration and said with a frown, "I've seen this kind of black mist before. To be precise, it should be called the Soul Sand. It's a sand river formed after a soul is shattered."
"Made of soul fragments?"
Li Ying's face turned pale, "In other words, the black fog is a fragment of a ghost?"
Although she had the cultivation base of a supreme giant, girls would always be afraid of ghosts.
"You can understand it that way!"
The Patriarch of Hell nodded.
At this point, he looked at Li Ying with a smile, "Why? Little girl, are you afraid? If you kiss me, I'll protect you. "
"Die!"
Li Ying turned her head arrogantly, "W-Who's afraid? Besides, you're a brat who hasn't even grown his hair yet. How dare you tease me?"
The patriarch was speechless.
At this moment, a scream could be heard from afar.
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