Wang Xuan was lost. There was fog everywhere, which had never happened before. He couldn't tell the direction, so he walked forward based on his feeling.
As for the tearing pain in his body, the bleeding from his pores, and the shadowy shadows of demons behind him, he was used to it and completely ignored them.
Soon, he discovered a faint golden glow, which seemed like a lighthouse in the dark fog under the moonlight, guiding his way forward.
When he got closer, it was, as he had expected, the lump of gold, more than five meters high, made entirely of solar gold, and emitting brilliant light.
He went to find his position to see if his ranking had changed.
puff!
Suddenly, Wang Xuan spat out a large mouthful of blood. Did he eat too much demon fruit this time? He felt like he was really going to be torn into pieces.
He endured the pain with a firm will. He was not worried about himself. Instead, he was afraid that Lao Chen would not be able to hold on and really die in the death place.
He stared at the gold nugget to distract himself and first looked at the last row. His name was not there, which meant that he was no longer the last!
Last time, he completed his first true form diagram on the golden bamboo boat and his strength improved. Was this reflected in the gold list?
Wang Xuan looked for his name from the bottom up and found himself at fourteenth from the bottom, ahead of thirteen people!
He was very satisfied. Could he rise so many levels in just one practice? He even admired himself a little.
However, he soon realized that something seemed wrong.
Behind his name was a glyph-like annotation: The mortal body entered the land of death, blaspheming the angler.
"Why doesn't it feel like a ranking based purely on strength?" He came to his senses a little.
Since ancient times, the number of living beings who can enter the eight places of death is probably not large in a single era, but the cumulative number is definitely not small. The best of the best are selected, and those who can leave their names behind are extremely few extraordinary people.
Moreover, this list starts from the extraordinary level.
Wang Xuan knows his own limitations. Right now, he has no problem fighting against the most ordinary extraordinary people, but compared with those who have made it onto the gold list, his strength is definitely not enough.
"There's an extra line of annotation behind my name. Is it because I blasphemed the anglers that my ranking rose?" He was stunned for a moment. How could this be possible?
What is the use of the gold list ranking?
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Old Chen was covered in blood and accidentally lost contact with Wang Xuan. As an experienced fisherman, he did not panic and moved forward calmly.
However, the changes in his body were a little too much for him to bear. His head was covered with huge horns, he had eighteen tails behind him, and his body was covered with various wings and claws. Although they were all constructed with energy runes, they still made him dizzy and his heart heavy.
Some parts of his body were torn and things were actually growing out of him, but fortunately he had a strong heart and was able to keep his composure.
However, he looked inside and saw that his heart had swelled several times and was as black as ink. What he couldn't stand was that even his intestines were black!
Old Chen's face was gloomy. He endured the severe pain as if his body was being cut open. He left a line of bloody footprints, climbed over the hill, and walked towards the blue lake.
In general, although his physical body is not optimistic and may explode at any time, he has not died yet and is still holding on, which is already extremely strong.
Finally, he saw the lake transformed into a vast sea, and high platforms appeared on the shore. Looking at those mythical creatures sitting cross-legged on them, although his heart was moved, he was very clear that this was not his path!
"True body, the path of demons is not my path. In the future, I am the founder of the sect, Chen, and I will control my own destiny. There are problems with the ancient practice methods, and they have not been solved until now. From the alchemists to the Taoists, and then to the Buddhists, the practice methods have undergone several changes and are not perfect. The methods with hidden dangers will be corrected, and the immortal will be redefined! The most brilliant era has not yet arrived, and it is waiting for us to write it, so you should all retreat!"
Lao Chen spoke calmly, unmoved by external things, and simply used one platform after another to grind away the traces of the demon on his body.
When he finished speaking, the huge demons on the platforms suddenly opened their eyes and looked at him coldly.
"Aren't you all the residual manifestations of supernatural energy?" Old Chen's heart was beating fast. This was not quite the same as what Wang Xuan said. Why were these people targeting him?
Fortunately, these mythical creatures slowly closed their eyes and then gradually became blurred.
A golden bamboo boat was coming quickly in the sea, and the boatman was sitting there with his back to him, motionless, and ignoring him.
This is too cold, Lao Chen complained in his heart, I didn't provoke you, and I didn't do anything to enrage heaven and earth, why do you dislike me?
"Coming..." the ferryman began, then his voice suddenly stopped and he turned back suddenly.
He was a man of his word, ferrying people across the lake. He could not use his telepathy, clairvoyance, etc. to spy on people's minds. He had finally solved a problem, and he was absent-minded and did not expect that the person who came was not Wang Xuan.
"Hello, senior!" Old Chen stood on the shore and saluted from afar.
"The young are to be feared. There is something wrong with this era. How come within a few days, people who have successfully walked the secret road appear in pairs?" The ferryman was suspicious.
For hundreds of years, no one has been interested in this place. However, in just a few days, that kid named Wang Xuan came here several times, and today there is one more person!
The ferryman let Lao Chen on board and became amiable and no longer indifferent.
Old Chen's eyelids twitched. Was this boat made of Feathered Divine Bamboo? And the teapot and teacup on the small table were so gorgeous. Were they made of solar gold? They were engraved with flowers, birds, fish, insects, ancient beasts, and other creatures. They were so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.
Even the lantern hanging on the bow is made of sun gold? How luxurious! It is indeed a creature that looks like an immortal!
The blurry face of the ferryman emerged from the dark hole in the straw raincoat. He looked surprisingly friendly and asked Lao Chen which planet he came from.
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