Chapter 278 Forest of Death

It took Ji Tianxing a full half an hour to cross the piles of rocks, before he crossed the three-mile-long line of sky.

When he walked out of the first line of sky, he only felt that his eyes suddenly opened up, and the world became wider.

At this time, he has truly entered the Hidden Fog Mountain Range.

He stood on a piece of withered and yellow grass, looking around sharply, observing the surrounding situation.

There is a thick fog above the head, which obscures the rising sun, making the surrounding light somewhat dim.

He saw a decayed forest not far ahead.

The trees in the forest are sparse, most of them are dark brown, and the treetops are bare, not even a single green leaf can be seen.

At a glance, those bare black trees are like tall wooden stakes standing on the desolate land.

There are also some big trees that grow twisted and crooked, and the treetops are scattered and branched. They look gloomy, filled with decay and death.

The ground is covered with withered and yellow fallen leaves, as thick as a quilt.

The fallen leaves at the bottom have long been rotten, exuding an unpleasant smell.

There was dead silence in the forest, there was not even a breath of wind, and the fallen leaves all over the ground remained motionless.

The sky is also gloomy and gloomy, which makes the air filled with depression and death, which makes people feel heavy.

Ji Tianxing stared at the strange dry forest, frowned, and whispered in his heart.

"The forest after passing through the sky is marked on the map as the forest of death, and there is no introduction information other than that."

Although he didn't understand why this dead forest was called the Forest of Death.

But he guessed that this area was marked on the map, so it must be a dangerous place.

It's a pity that this land of death is the place he must pass to go to Moon Lake, and there is no way to bypass it.

If he avoided this land of death, not only would he have to detour a long way, but he would also have to break into other dangerous places.

Thinking of this, Ji Tianxing clenched the Black Dragon Sword and walked towards the woods.

"Shushasha..."

He stepped on the withered and yellow leaves all over the ground, making a slight sound.

The surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and he could clearly hear his footsteps and heartbeat.

When he walked into the woods, he obviously felt that the air was very dull, filled with a thick sense of decay and coldness.

He stepped forward with a solemn expression, holding the hilt of the Black Dragon Sword tightly in his right hand, his spirit was tense, and he was full of vigilance and alertness.

Although, in the withered forest, there is nothing but dead trees and fallen leaves.

But there was a faint chill on his back, and it always felt like a pair of invisible eyes were watching him secretly.

That weird intuition made him uneasy, and he had to do his best to guard against it.

When he took hundreds of steps away and his figure gradually entered the depths of the forest, a pile of fallen leaves on the edge of the forest suddenly moved slightly twice.

The dry and yellowing leaves quietly parted to the sides.

A gray-white skeleton palm, with five phalanxes curled up, emerged from the soft fertile soil.

The whole body of this white bone palm is dark gray, and it has been buried underground for many years.

There are still a few cracks and gaps on the five slender finger bones, stained with dark red soil.

The bone palm gently pushed aside the dead leaves on the ground, and stretched out a little bit.

Immediately afterwards, the second white bone palm emerged from the soil and pushed away the fallen leaves on the ground.

The two white bone palms gently waved the soil, stretched out as hard as possible, and brought out the gray arms under the soil little by little.

It didn't take long for the soil between the two palms to surge faster, pushing the withered yellow leaves to separate to the two sides.

A gray and white skull gradually emerged from the soil, struggling from side to side.

This is a human skull. There is a fist-sized hole on the Tianling cover, and several cracks extend around the hole.

Its eyes are deeply sunken, and two groups of light blue flames are inlaid in the two holes, just like its eyes.

Its jaw disappeared, leaving only half of its mouth, and its teeth were incomplete. It looked very hideous and terrifying.

The skeleton propped its palms on the ground, twisted its body left and right, and quickly got out of the mud.

A pothole was left in the soil, which was immediately covered by falling dead leaves.

Looking into the depths of the forest, the gray-white skeleton seemed to be able to see Ji Tianxing's figure, and the blue fire in his eyes kept flickering.

It staggered with a pair of skeleton feet, stepped on the fallen leaves all over the ground, and chased into the depths of the woods.

At the same time, the fallen leaves on the surrounding ground began to surge and parted to the two sides.

Countless gray and white skeleton palms emerged from the soil and pushed aside the fallen leaves all over the ground.

After a while, one after another, complete or incomplete corpses and skeletons emerged from the ground.

In the eye sockets of each skeleton, there are two groups of light blue flames, shining with a strange light.

Some skeletons are tall and burly, some are incomplete, missing arms and legs, some skeletons hold rotten swords in their hands, and some skeletons have only half of their bodies left.

But all the skeletons looked into the depths of the woods, grinning silently, revealing their white teeth, seeming to be silently sneering.

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Still holding the Black Dragon Sword tightly, Ji Tianxing walked heavily through the woods, observing his surroundings keenly.

The surrounding scene has not changed, it is still covered with bare dark brown dead trees, and the ground is covered with thick dead leaves.

However, this place has already entered the depths of the woods, the light is even darker, and there are still strands of gray fog in the air.

His eyes could only see a hundred meters away, and places farther away were covered by fog.

Not long after, he saw a pale blue light floating in the gray fog a hundred meters ahead.

The faint light seemed to be as light as nothing, drifting quietly in the mist, looking extraordinarily mysterious and strange.

Ji Tianxing frowned, slowed down and continued to move forward.

After he got close to the pale blue light, he realized that it was a flame the size of a fingernail.

When he walked in front of the light blue flame, the air flowed invisible, driving the light blue flame to accelerate and rise into the sky.

He looked up and looked further away, and saw many light blue flames appeared in the hazy gray mist, densely packed like fireflies on a summer night.

"This is... phosphorus fire?"

Ji Tianxing murmured in a low voice, a solemn look flashed in his eyes.

He is very clear that the phosphorus fire is what the common people call the will-o'-the-wisp, and it will only appear in places where the bones gather.

In the depths of the woods, there are countless groups of light blue phosphorous fires floating. Doesn't it mean that there are countless corpses buried under this forest? !

Thinking of this, he couldn't help pursing his lips, and said in a low voice, "I'm not afraid of the living, so why should I be afraid of a pile of bones?"

"I have come here through hardships, no matter how weird this place is, I will not be afraid and will never shrink back!"