In the palace, there were broken tiles everywhere, and there were also black ashes scattered all over the ground, a thick layer of dust accumulated.

It seems that no one has been here for a long time.

The moment Li Mubai and others stepped into this place, the dust on the ground of the palace suddenly rose up and spread out a road, as if someone was pulling them.

The faint green flames reflected the corpses on both sides, some were still struggling, some were pierced through their chests, and some were lying on the ground.

It seems that a war broke out before the palace was buried underground, and the location was within this palace.

As we walked along, blood began to appear on the ground.

The scarlet blood seemed to have just dripped, making the palace even more strange.

As everyone walked along the way, the palace was quiet and scary compared to the outside. If there was a normal evil outside, then there was an unconcealed evil here.

At the end of the corridor, everyone saw a bone kneeling on the ground, with arrows stuck in it, and a spear passed through his chest.

His clothes looked more gorgeous than other corpses in the hall. It was obvious that this man had a high status before his life.

In front of the bones, another gate leads to darkness.

The invisible curse can be vaguely felt in the darkness, as if the source of the curse is there.

Li Mubai and others had no way out, so they could only go forward.

After stepping out of the corridor, the curse felt even more intense.

"Yak!Yak!Yak..."

The whole ghost town's deep whispers seemed to be right in his ears, and it became more and more obvious.

This curse seemed to take root and sprout in the bodies of everyone, and quickly began to erode everyone.

It is obvious that their location is closer to the digit of the immortal's finger bones.

That's why the curse is so obvious.

If you cannot leave here within a certain period of time, you will be completely eroded.

This is the power of immortals. If they are placed here, they will affect them and make them irreversible.

"Clang!"

A monk with a slightly lower cultivation suddenly fell to the ground, and the green hair on his wrist spread rapidly, like a bronze ware that was rapidly eroded by copper rust.

Almost in an instant, his whole body was covered with green hair, and he could not see his appearance at all.

The gradual sound of his mouth was like the wind blowing in the desert, which made people shudder.

This strange scene happened in front of everyone, and everyone looked at it lightly.

Curse is so omnipresent. Even if it can be resisted by its mind and cultivation, it will be difficult to eradicate. Once it cannot be resisted, it will be completely eroded by the curse.

When Li Mubai shone out the green hair on his wrist, they already knew that if they couldn't go out, they wouldn't be able to hold on here for a few days.

If the curse at the level of immortality spreads out, it will be enough to transform the entire desert into a completely disaster land.

All mortals entering the desert will turn into this kind of monster that is neither human nor ghost in an instant.

Before the monk who had turned into a monster took action, Daoyi took action. With a roll of whisk, tens of millions of silk threads were swept away for almost a moment, and the monster had already crushed his head.

The emerald green mucus splashed all over the ground, making everyone's hearts heavier.

This is the first person who has cultivated above the level of cultivation with essence and qi.

The moment the monster died, the lights outside the corridor were also lit.

It was miserable green, like a ghost fire on a tomb.

This is a yard, in a circle, with countless Taoist patterns drawn on the ground, which are the same as the array patterns outside the ghost town.

A huge stone tablet stood in the center, empty without any words.

A stele without words?

Everyone's eyes shrank, especially Daoyi. He knew that this was the wordless stele, because Bai Xiaosheng did not say other conditions, but just said that the wordless stele in the Loulan Ghost Town, which means that there is only one wordless stele in this place, which is the one in front of him.

"I guess you want this baby from me."

A hoarse voice rang out.

The gate at the end of the courtyard suddenly opened.

Four green-haired monsters walked out of the gate with a sedan chair.

And that sound came from the sedan chair.

Behind the sedan chair were one green-haired monster after another.

The unknown is perfectly integrated with the curse in them.

There were more than a dozen people standing next to the sedan chair, and they were covered with a heavy death aura. Like those outside the palace, it seemed that they had been dead for a long time.

"Master, do you want us to kill them?"

A skinny man's husky voice rang.

"I haven't eaten meat for more than a thousand years."

The skinny man said as he suddenly shone a faint green light in his eyes, and his eyes were already green.

Obviously, these ghosts also have their own consciousness.

Li Mubai couldn't help but worry that Qiao Yuanshan and others outside the palace had their own consciousness, but they were under the Lord of Loulan. What about the old monk outside the palace?

He can really compete with the immortal's finger bones for more than a thousand years with Buddhism?

………

Outside the palace, the old monk lost the blood on his hands, as if sucking the supreme delicacy.

I let go of my hand, my legs that had been licked were thrown down and fell to the ground.

The bones scattered all over the ground just turned out to be a complete human bone.

His green eyes seemed to be greener.

"Sure enough... I can't smell it, and I can't help it when I smell it."

"I have to endure it, and it will taste better if it is cooked."

The old monk seemed to endure some incomparable temptation and forced himself to turn around and continue to cook the pot of soup.

Qiao Yuanshan and others were tied aside by a ghost rope, holding all this scene in their eyes.

The big drama of eating alive and peeling off just now happened in front of them.

The faces of the crowd were pale.

After a while, they would be thrown into the pot by the old monk like dumplings, and then thrown on the ground like dry bones on the ground.

"You don't have the wisdom because of some Buddha nature, right?"

Qiao Yuanshan was also tied to the ground. What Master Uncle said was right, but this old monk was really wrong.

This is not a monk who keeps his sane, this is a demon who chooses people in hell.

"Yes, yes, the old monk is so hungry, and you are so fragrant. If you enter the palace, I'm afraid I won't even get a bowl of soup."

The old monk was drooling and said, "Would you like to smell it on everyone, then smash it, and say things like that."

The few people who were smelled were about to cry. Just now, the old monk started to eat as he smelled it.

When they were eaten, the people in the Nirvana organization were still awake, and the screams were as if they were in hell.

How could everyone not be frightened by the old monk?
Chapter completed!