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"Old man, have you heard of it?" Ye Fan was surprised in his heart, but his face was calm.

"I think you know more than I do, little brother. If you hadn't reminded me, I'm afraid we would not be left with a few people." The old man gave him a sharp look.

"I just sensed the danger based on my intuition, but I don't understand it. My husband will explain it to us in detail." Ye Fan asked.

"I don't know very well, I only heard a few words." The old swordsman shook his head and said, "I don't know how long ago, I think it was at least seven to eight thousand years or even tens of thousands of years."

In the past, someone made such a terrain in the Northern Territory. At that time, I didn't know how many people died. Many of them were big figures of that era.

In the end, a Yuan Tianshi was born, and only then did he decipher the terrain of the mountains and rivers. However, he paid a huge price and almost died, and within half a year, the Yuan Tianshi disappeared inexplicably.

"If we have to break through this kind of mountains and rivers, is there something below?" One of the monks was very keen.

"Of course, otherwise who would be sent to die." The old swordsman stopped talking and didn't want to say anything more.

Ye Fan sighed in his heart, "Fire Dragon Tomb" and "Dragon Die Blood" both had divine sources, at least two yuan, just a dozen miles away, but unfortunately he couldn't get them.

This is the first time he has clearly detected Shenyuan. If he has earth-shattering combat power and understands all of Yuantian Shu, maybe he can come here to try.

Right now, he can only calm down, and being able to walk out alive is the greatest success.

The sky was dark, and the group of seven people walked very slowly. Even if they were not weak, they didn't dare to go fast. They all looked around and carefully observed the terrain, lest they strayed into the Jedi.

Because, such landforms as "Fire Dragon Grave" and "Dragon Die Xue" are by no means the only ones, and there must be other demon lands.

"Old swordsman, are you sure this is leading out of the restricted area? Why do I feel like I am walking towards an ancient mine?" A monk said tremblingly.

The setting sun has long since disappeared, the sky is dark, there are no stars and moons, and a faint mist rises on the endless red land, making it difficult to distinguish the direction.

The old knife handle also frowned, and the more he walked, the more he lost his sense of direction. This seemed to be a lost area, the surrounding fields were quiet, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

Red gravel is everywhere, and when you step on it lightly, there will be a "click" sound, which can be heard far away in this quiet and empty night.

The seven people dared not be careless, and they all walked without touching the ground, for fear of alarming anything, because there are too many legends about the ancient mine in the early days.

After walking for a quarter of an hour, they completely lost their sense of direction, as if they had entered a maze.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the mist is lingering. At first, it is like a tulle, and finally it is getting thicker and thicker, and there is a tendency to lose sight of your fingers.

"I said... we can't go." A monk stopped in his tracks and said with a drum in his heart, "I always feel that the direction is wrong."

"I also have this feeling. This doesn't seem to be the way out." The other person echoed, with fear in his eyes, and said, "If we go to the ancient mine in the early days, it will really be ineffective."

Everyone felt heavy in their hearts, lost their way, couldn't find their way back, and lost half their lives in this restricted area in the early days.

The old swordsman was silent for a long time, sighed, and said, "It's okay if you don't leave, otherwise, I'm worried that something will happen."

"We must never move forward, otherwise, maybe we will really step into the ancient mine, and then we will have no chance to regret it!"

"Let's go after sunrise tomorrow."

"It's not right to stop, this place is creepy!"

Several people had different opinions and argued.

"What do you think, little brother?" Someone asked Ye Fan, and the old swordsman also looked at him.

"Let me think about it, think about it..." Ye Fan was worried and couldn't calm down. He always felt that this area was weird.

Looking up, there is no stars and moon, and it is groggy, like a black cloth covering the sky. Looking at the surrounding fields, there is no land, only the mist rises and falls, and they seem to be packed in a box.

This is very similar to the ghost fog recorded in "Yuan Tianshu". People can fix mountains and rivers and dragon veins, and lock the source of gods. On the contrary, evil sources can also seal the world and trap people to death.

The rising of the ghost mist is a bad omen. They may have entered the demon land and will be sealed here.

If the source is to lock people, the most dangerous is to kill and kill the bureau!

Ye Fan cursed, after he learned the "Book of Origin", he hadn't searched for the source and locked the veins, and he didn't want to be blocked instead, and he would die at every turn.

Ghost mist filled the air, and murderous intentions were hidden. Once triggered, everyone would immediately turn into pus and blood.

It can be said that the gates of hell have been opened for them.

Now, he finally understands why since ancient times, there have only been five source celestial masters in the Northern Territory, and what they have to face is too terrifying, and this business can hardly end well.

"Everyone, we are in big trouble, who can go back the same way?!"

Everyone's hearts were heavy, and they were most afraid of hearing such news.

"This place is like a maze. I have already lost my sense of direction. How can I find my way back?"

"I did leave some marks, but unfortunately I looked back and found that I lost contact." The old swordsman sighed.

Ye Fan felt a little chilled in his heart, being trapped and killed by the evil source, it was difficult to break through, almost a dead end.

He didn't fix the pulse and lock the source in this life, but he will be blocked instead. This really makes him feel angry, and he is probably the most unlucky disciple of Master Yuan Tian in history.

Ye Fan squatted down and scratched on the ground, calculating something, said: "There is still life, we have not entered the central area, only at the edge, only ghost fog, nothing else, maybe we can go out."

"What are you talking about, brother, we still have a way to survive?"

"The Taoist chief is relying on you, you have to think about a way."

Everyone gathered around.

Ye Fan looked at them seriously, and said: "Remember carefully, everyone has drawn a road map for me, and according to your feelings, draw the regions you have traveled along the way."

Sensing the seriousness of the situation, the others did not dare to delay. They squatted down and drew on the red sand.

Sure enough, as Ye Fan expected, the road maps of the people were quite different, as if they did not walk together, but came from different directions and paths.

Ye Fan put the seven pictures together, pondered carefully, occasionally stood up, measured continuously within a radius of [-] feet, and walked from one position to another.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he breathed a sigh of relief. They hadn't fallen into desperation yet, and he thought of a way to escape.

However, when he stood up, he was stunned, and there were seven figures sitting not far away, including him, there should only be seven people, why is there one more person?

"That... who is it?!"

Hearing him shouting so lowly, everyone was startled, five figures stood up, quickly avoided, and left there.

"brush!"

The sixth shadow rushed up, swift as a ghost, and disappeared into the thick fog in the blink of an eye, without a trace, even his face could not be seen clearly.

All the people present were pale, sweating profusely, and their clothes were soaked in a short moment.

What it is?Didn't see clearly at all!