I just want to be a quiet man

"Kong Meng" was slightly surprised in her heart, but with her eyesight, she couldn't see the means behind the wall at all.

She was caught in the crowd and walked behind the wall.

There was no obstacle or abnormality, as if she had stepped through a piece of air, she had already appeared in a dark and deep corridor.

This corridor is obviously located underground, and judging from the traces around it, it is half natural and half artificial.

On the roof of the cave above, there are stalactites hanging unevenly, like the sharp teeth of a giant beast.

At intervals of nearly a hundred steps on the wall of the cave, there are mummified merman corpses kneeling on the side, with the top of their skulls digging into a cave, and pure white flames burning blazingly, dispelling the darkness.

The light is shining, and the entire corridor, in all directions, has densely packed cloud seals on and off.

Tranquility, peace, and cleanliness... the faint light keeps flickering, but deep in the tunnel, there is an extremely violent aura, like an invisible beast, crawling coldly, as if waiting for many human races to donate blood and enter it. In the bloody mouth.

The old man in sackcloth kept walking, leading a group of people walking in the dark corridor.

Step, step, step...

No one in the entire team spoke. For a while, apart from the slight sound of breathing, only the echo of footsteps could be heard.

After a while, the eyes suddenly opened up, and an underground hall appeared at the end of the corridor.

This hall is very open, with mummified merman corpses nailed to the four walls, the flames are so brilliant that the hall is as bright as day.

The ground of the hall was deliberately leveled, like a square.

Behind the square, there is a long Danchi.

Above the altar, there is a high platform with a simple and simple style. On the altar, a dark flame is burning.

The flames are surging like ink tides, but there is a mask with vicissitudes of life, suspended in the flames, like a lonely boat perched on the sea, ups and downs with the waves.

The mask looked ferocious, vicious like a ghost, exuding substantial violence and evil aura, the ominous aura was like a raging tide, flowing down the high platform, filling the entire hall, and spilling out to the corridor.

At a glance, "Kongmeng" seemed to see a scarlet blood shadow connected under the mask, but when he looked closely, it seemed that his eyes were just dazzled.

The village chief stopped at the foot of the dan ridge, lowered his head slightly, and said in a deep voice: "What a pity on the golden armor!"

Just as the voice fell, the pitch-black flames on the high platform froze for an instant.

The next moment, the flames are shining brightly!

The ink surged violently, swallowing the entire high platform in an instant, and pouring down Danchi, with a fierce momentum, the originally bright hall fell into a daze in a blink of an eye.

The old man in sackcloth was in a robe, with a calm expression on his face.

At the moment of snapping his fingers, Mo Se stopped firmly three steps in front of him.

The pitch-black flames were like a fountain, and lifted the vicious mask off Dan Chi, and sent it in front of the old man in sackcloth.

The old man in sackcloth stretched out his hands solemnly, took off the mask from above the black fire, then turned around, and said to the Mahayana who was the leader just now: "Ji, come forward."

The Mahayana named "Ji" immediately strode forward and bowed slightly: "Village chief."

The old man in sackcloth raised his hand and put the mask on his face.

The mask had just touched Ju's face, and the original violent and cruel aura disappeared in an instant, like water dripping into the sea, perfectly blending with Ju's aura.

At the same time, magnificent and grotesque lines appeared on the mask.

These patterns are colorful and gorgeous, and along the edge of the mask, densely packed tiny tentacles grow, like algae on the bottom of the sea, slowly swaying.

A cold, gloomy, chaotic, and evil atmosphere leaked out bit by bit.

The old man in sackcloth ordered lightly: "Next."

As soon as his voice fell, on top of the black fire, without warning, a mask that was the same as before appeared again!

No.2 Mahayana stepped forward and bowed, and the old man in sackcloth also put on a mask for him.

Just like Ji, after the No.2 Mahayana put on the mask, the mask also showed very weird and cold lines. This time, the lines extended out into clusters of things, like spider silk, sticky and submerged into the void.

The aura of this Mahayana also turned into coldness and confusion...

Then there is No.3 Mahayana, No.4 Mahayana...

Soon, it was "Kong Meng"'s turn.

"Kong Meng" stepped forward, watching the village head take a new mask from the black fire again, and was about to put it on her, "Kong Meng" suddenly asked: "Senior, what is the mask? utility?"

The old man in sackcloth said briefly: "I won't get lost in the chaos."

As he spoke, he put the mask on the face of "Kong Meng", and as soon as the mask touched "Kong Meng"'s face, a sense of coldness came, and immediately, all the coldness, as well as the sense of touch of the mask, disappeared completely. net.

"Kong Meng" felt that he didn't wear anything, and the mask disappeared completely the moment he touched her.

However, her whole body felt a mysterious change.

It was as if the whole body had been immersed in a cold spring, and the soul, body, and body were all sober and calm like never before.

The old man in sackcloth no longer looked at her, but looked at the human race behind her: "Next."

"Kong Meng" immediately stepped aside and walked to the side of Mahayana who had already put on a mask.

Before long, all races, monks and mortals alike, put on a vicious and grotesque mask.

After those mortals put on the masks, their faces were covered by the masks just like the monks. There were strange lines like poisonous things, and various claws, tentacles, and vertical pupils grew along the edges... The breath also became cold and gloomy.

The surviving half-walled merman mummy, with the flames above its head, seemed unable to illuminate the gloom of the hall.

The old man in sackcloth glanced at everyone and saw that there were no omissions, and immediately said in a deep voice: "This mission has been advanced for some reason, and it has a lot to do with it!"

"Waiting for this trip, be careful."

"For the sake of the group, we must protect the fellow mortals!"

Many Mahayanas bowed their heads one after another: "Yes!"

The old man in sackcloth nodded, stopped talking, but turned around, stretched out one hand, five fingers turned into claws, and suddenly grabbed the black fire that covered Dan Chi!

The majestic immortal power flowed out, urging this raging fire.

The black fire boiled instantly!

The color of the ink surged like a raging sea, and the flames that had stopped in front of the old man in sackcloth suddenly exploded, covering the entire hall in an instant.

The shark lanterns scattered all over the place had no resistance, and the originally bright and majestic hall fell into darkness in an instant!

After a while, the darkness receded like an ebbing tide.

The square, dange, high platform... Gradually appear, and finally return to the high platform, in the wanton burning, a hideous mask, carrying ups and downs and ups and downs.

The spacious hall was empty, except for the old man in sackcloth, there was no one else.

The old man in sackcloth was extremely weak at the moment, and his face, which had been scorched black by the real fire of the sun, was slightly pale, and his flesh and blood seemed to have shriveled a little.

Every time he opened this path of offering sacrifices to fire, almost all of his immortal power would be exhausted.

After confirming that all the races had been sent away, without any hesitation, he immediately sat down on the spot, performed the exercises, and seized the time to recover.

After a while, the old man in sackcloth regained his breath a little, he stood up and walked towards the layman.

Next, there are many things to do.

He didn't have time to wait for Xianli to fully recover.

The black fire is raging, swallowing masks, surrounded by a forest of shark corpses, against the background of pure white fire, the flames in the spacious hall are leaping, black and white are distinct, grotesque and absurd.

The figure of the old man in sackcloth quickly disappeared.

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The darkness is like substance, surging from all directions.

Even if it is a monk's method, it is completely unable to see through this dense confusion.

The ground was pitted, and the movement of gravel rubbing, mixed with the rustling of snakes, insects, rats and ants, was endless.

Whispers resounded in my ears, like the whispers of a lover, the ardent exhortations of a parent, or hallucinations in a half-dream and half-awake.

The words were not clear. When I listened carefully, it was as if thousands of steel needles were inserted into the brain. The unspeakable pain made the living being almost annihilated in an instant.

"Kong Meng" and the others entered the darkness abruptly, their shoulders sank slightly, as if they had shouldered some heavy responsibility, their entire bodies felt a little heavy.

They seem to be walking through the dark waters. There are countless sights in the darkness, sweeping across the entire team in a practical way, back and forth, with deep malice.

All kinds of subtle, grotesque, and terrifying movements came and went.

The sound of chirping, like spring nibbling leaves, almost penetrated into their skulls, devouring them completely from the inside...

The atmosphere of coldness, darkness, chaos, evil, depravity... is overwhelming.

It seems that as long as the cultivation base is a little weak, it will immediately lose its mind and degenerate into a madman without wisdom!

But at this moment, a cold and gloomy feeling came out of his face.

At the critical moment, the precarious sanity of the human race was pulled back.

All races, including mortals, quickly stabilize their minds!

Seeing this scene, "Kong Meng" immediately understood what the old man in sackcloth meant.

It's not daytime now, she still has the official bestowed by the King of Human Beings on her body, her cultivation base is as perfect as an "immortal", so she is naturally not affected by this place.

It's just that, except for her and those 81-kalpa Mahayanas, those mortals have no cultivation, and if they don't have masks, none of them will be able to survive!

In addition, this place... is very similar to the Eternal Night Desert in the Panya Realm of the later world!

While thinking about it, Ju, the leader, asked, "'Kong Meng', how is the battle going against Nether this time?"

Hearing this, other human races looked towards "Kongmeng" one after another.

They couldn't see clearly in the darkness, but the hope in their eyes was strong and true.

"Kong Meng" said briefly: "'Responding to Sounds', 'Crying', 'Laughing', 'Bitting Heart', 'Shuomeng'...these five 'Tricks' have all been executed."

"Among them, the immortal posts of 'Responding to Sounds' and 'Heart Devouring' were obtained by our human race."

"Although there are some remnants of the other 'jue', they are all seriously injured. In a short time, they can no longer continue to persecute our human race."

"Okay!!!" As soon as the voice fell, the crowd immediately burst into applause.

All races swept away the gloom just a moment ago, and they all discussed excitedly: "'Crying' Fuzhu, the younger siblings in my mother's womb will all survive after they are born!"

"'Xiaozhi' Fu Zhu, don't I just laugh when I want to laugh in the future? Hahahahaha..."

"There is also 'Shuo Mengjue'... this damned evil spirit...I have a brother who was arrested by 'Shuomengjue' because he tore off the cloth strips that sealed his mouth and said something in his sleep. Harmful……"

"What I hate the most is 'Heart Eater'! I have a companion whose parents and family members were killed by fallen immortals. In order to avenge his hatred, he practiced hard since he was a child. Obviously... he is already a Mahayana, but because of' Heart Eater' and died...unable to kill the Fallen Immortal who killed his family..."

"Hahahahaha...'Ying Shengjue'...'Ying Shengjue'...has finally died!!! I hate it so much!!!"

"Back when I was young and ignorant, I fell in the field and didn't dare to cry, so I called 'Mother' and wanted her to hug me. She was also eager to love her, and she immediately agreed. Who knew..."

Crying, laughing, pleasant cursing, gnashing of teeth to vent... the dark depression seems to be shunned by it.

After a while, Ju said in a deep voice: "It's all right! Five 'tricks' are killed, and there are still other 'tricks' left."

"The evil spirit has ravaged our clan for countless years. This blood debt cannot be recovered unless it is wiped out!"

"If you still want to personally avenge your blood relatives, companions, and ethnic groups, you should quickly gather your mind and don't get lost in the chaos!"

"Follow my command from now on."

"Ming and I are in the front, Shi, you and Xiaoqi are in the back, and other people guard the left and right... Remember, you must protect the mortals!"

"Mortals line up according to the old and the weak."

"Young children are in the middle, young adults are second, and the elderly and weak are at the outermost."

"Everything is focused on the ethnic group!"

The human race at this time has long been accustomed to facing life and death anytime, anywhere, and the way of battle is taught.

Hearing this, there is no need for detailed guidance, and the queue will be completed quickly according to the meaning of the moment.

Mo quickly checked and confirmed that it was correct, then nodded slightly: "Time is running out, let's go immediately!"

The crowd responded, "Yes!"

Soon, the team moved forward under the leadership of Ju.

"Kong Meng" and several Mahayana guarded the left wing of the team. The golden armor shone brightly with the movement, reflecting the light of the stars in the dark, and the immortal power all over his body was surging, guarding his surroundings.

After walking for a while, everything was as usual, and the original chill suddenly relaxed.

The mortals walking in the middle of the line couldn't help but discuss in twos and threes in a low voice: "Uncle Qu, why are you here?"