The cliff wall that looked very steep was covered with countless mountain ghost masks, some of which were burned by the flames of the flares and moved slowly on the cliff wall, falling into the abyss from time to time. It was a long time before the sound of falling was heard.
People breathed softly and cautiously, and except for the brave ones, everyone else almost held their breath, for fear of accidentally waking up these ghost masks.
Zhang Fan also stopped. Behind him, Nangong Manyun hugged his arms tightly, seeming to not dare to breathe.
The atmosphere was heavy with dead silence and no one dared to speak.
"Why did Taoist Zijin stop?" Old Master Jiang Hai asked, "If he thinks it's not possible, let's go back the way we came. This place is too weird."
"Could it be that Taoist Zi Jin has run out of murderous aura and can't suppress these things?" Mr. Fei guessed, with deep worry in his tone.
Not only was Mr. Fei extremely worried, everyone else also had a heavy look on their faces. Their faces were extremely pale, as if they had seen a ghost.
At this time, Zhang Fan frowned and slowly turned to the right, because he had an ominous feeling, as if something unexpected was approaching here rapidly.
Look back suddenly!
Hulala.
There was a sound of sharp sticks hitting the ground, and behind the empty space, countless monsters with strange faces suddenly appeared.
In an instant, everyone felt a chill on their backs. The feeling of being seen through was particularly frightening.
"Why...why are there suddenly so...so many of them!" Brother Chongzi said with a sad face.
He held the pistol, but he didn't feel safe at all.
Just like when he was facing the Teng Snake, the gun in his hand had no effect or function at all due to the absolute advantage in numbers and size.
There were so many weird-faced monsters that they could not be counted. Even if he was carrying a machine gun, it was impossible for him to form a blockade that would prevent any of these creatures from escaping.
That feeling made people despair, as if Brother Chongzi had already seen his own end, and that his body would be occupied by these ghost faces and become a controlled thing.
Nangong Manyun was shaking, feeling as if he was being watched by countless poisonous snakes, and death seemed to be right in front of him.
"Mr. Zhang Fan, I'm afraid I have to remind you that with your strength, you can still leave now. If you continue to wait, you may never have another chance!"
Old man Jiang Hai reminded gently, holding the hilt of the knife with his hand, his eyes full of vicissitudes of life!
"Mr. Jiang Hai, I will never let you die here!" Mr. Fei said firmly, with a heavy promise in his eyes.
"Mr. Fei, you are still young, and you still have many years of youth and future. But I am old. I have lived for ninety-nine years. Even if I have experienced all these years, this is the only line of work that I have no regrets about. Even if I die here, I will never regret it!"
Mr. Jiang Hai's eyes were bright and his tone was firm.
For Mr. Jiang Hai, his life was not full of grandeur, but he witnessed too many truths that the world could not see. For Mr. Jiang Hai, this was enough. The only regret was that he could not see the true immortality and the true resurrection from the dead.
"What are you panicking about?" Zhang Fan looked at the two of them. "The aura here is very unique. There is some kind of creature's bone marrow deep in the mountains. It restrains the Purple Gold Taoist, but... it is just restraint!"
Zhang Fan remained calm as usual and did not lose his composure because of the sudden situation. On the contrary, he showed an interested expression.
"Zijin Taoist, wake up quickly!"
He shouted loudly, like the rivers turning upside down and the sun and the moon roaring together.
To Taoist Zi Jin's ears, it sounded like a bronze bell being hit by a tree trunk!
But...his loud voice also exploded around the rock wall, and the rumbling echo lasted for a long time.
“Xia, Xia, Xia!”
Many green dots lit up, densely packed like fireflies in midsummer. Along with the rustling sound of footsteps, countless ghost face masks emerged!
"It's over..." Brother Chongzi said sadly, "Now, no one can expect to have a good death!"
Old Man Jiang Hai sighed. He had already thought of the outcome. It was a pity that young talents like Zhang Fan and Mr. Fei would also be buried here.
but……
Taoist Zi Jin, who was at a higher place, suddenly woke up at this moment.
He roared, and a golden mouse shadow seemed to appear behind him.
Immediately, a breeze that was barely noticeable to ordinary people surged through the cave.
"roll!"
He roared in anger.
In an instant, the surroundings became completely quiet.
The ghost face mask, which was originally approaching and trying to devour Zhang Fan and others, suddenly froze in place in shock.
The aggressive army of ghost-faced masks suddenly seemed to have encountered a natural enemy and fled in all directions like a tide.
Soon, no ghost mask within a radius of 100 meters broke through the blockade, and in the blink of an eye, they fled in all directions.
Seeing this scene, Mr. Jiang Hai and others who had originally wanted to retreat, witnessed what was happening before their eyes, and expressions of surprise appeared on their faces. They did not expect things to change in this way.
Everyone looked at the Taoist priest Zi Jin standing high up as if they were looking at a god, almost regarding him as a god.
"Haha, Taoist Zijin, what on earth is this aura of yours? This is so useful. Can you lend me an oxygen cylinder that day? With this thing to help me, I will have no worries wherever I go, haha!"
Brother Chongzi shouted loudly. He has always had a lively personality, but now he has survived a death situation, it is like he has found a new life. He is so excited.
Taoist Zijin didn't even look at him. Instead, he turned to face Zhang Fan and bowed respectfully: "Master, I... I almost got lost here. Thank you for your help!"
Zhang Fan smiled faintly: "You have the opportunity to come here, no need to thank, now is not the time to say these things, everyone follow, and leave this place immediately."
Old Man Jiang Hai and others nodded repeatedly, showing their utmost trust in Zhang Fan and Taoist Zi Jin.
After all, if everyone can easily get through this situation, then the rest of the journey will be smooth and without any setbacks.
"Follow me!" Old Master Jiang Hai was very pleased: "This time, I must enter the Ten Thousand Skull Mountain and see the true ultimate!"
Taoist Zi Jin led the way, and those ghost-faced creatures did not dare to make any obstruction. Everyone climbed up immediately, and finally, after passing the densest layer of branches, a wonderful sight appeared in front of them.
At the top of the tree, there is a huge platform.
What is even more surprising is that there is a spiral staircase carved out of stone on the platform.
As they got closer, they could see countless red scales scattered on the ground. An unpleasant fishy smell made Zhang Fan and others frown.
"Altar of Heaven!"
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