The biting wind was like a roaring beast, rushing across the desolate and silent land. Wherever it went, dust was lifted high and filled the entire space.
The horrifying screams of the undead intertwined and echoed, like a never-ending music of death, and the darkness seemed to swallow up all life.
Jiang Ping An and Demon Illusion Fairy stood side by side, their bodies slightly tense and their eyes looking around with vigilance.
Their movements were extremely cautious, and they were vigilant every time they moved forward, for fear of directly colliding with the wandering undead, causing unpredictable and terrible consequences.
As they continued to go deeper into Grave of the Dead, the undead they encountered became more solid and powerful. These undead were surrounded by strong Yin Qi and were almost on the verge of forming entities, exuding a chilling aura.
After walking forward for about half an hour, a dull roar suddenly came from the originally relatively calm place ahead, and the Yin energy energy nearby began to roll violently.
"It's a battle wave!"
The bodies of Jiang Ping An and Demon Illusion Fairy shook violently at the same time. They looked at each other subconsciously, and they could clearly see the deep shock in each other's eyes.
They could keenly sense that there were two powerful auras in front of them, fighting fiercely. The intensity of the auras made their heartbeats speed up involuntarily.
Why are there battle fluctuations here?
Demon Illusion Fairy anxiously asked Jiang Ping An via voice transmission, "Is there anyone else in this Grave of the Dead?"
Her voice trembled slightly, obviously frightened by this sudden situation.
Jiang Ping An's brows were locked together and he was silent for a while, then he slowly said, "Maybe, he's not a human being."
His voice was low and solemn, with an unspeakable worry.
"Could it be that... there are conscious undead? Are the undead fighting?" Demon Illusion Fairy's face instantly turned pale.
The already tense emotions were now like strings that were stretched to the extreme and could break at any time.
Some undead souls may retain consciousness due to special opportunities, or as their strength continues to improve, they may gradually recover and give birth to consciousness.
If you encounter conscious undead, even if their combat effectiveness is not high, it is very likely to see through their human identities, and the consequences will be disastrous.
"Trouble."
Demon Illusion Fairy's voice was stiff and he said in a deep voice, "What should we do? Once discovered by these conscious undead, we will be in danger, why don't we retreat?"
At this time, she regretted very much, regretting that she had stepped into this dangerous place so easily.
The level of danger here was far beyond her imagination.
"You can go back and tell me how to pick Flower of the Dead."
We have come this far, Jiang Ping An does not intend to leave so easily.
Demon Illusion Fairy was moved in his heart, and quickly asked, "If I leave, and you get Flower of the Dead, will you still have my share?"
"What do you think?"
Jiang Ping An did not answer directly, but asked lightly.
"Then if I don't leave, you won't be afraid. Why will I be afraid? Why should I give up the Flower of the Dead I found to you?"
Demon Illusion Fairy saw Jiang Ping An showing no fear, and the feeling of unwillingness to admit defeat was aroused in his heart.
Coupled with the temptation of the undead flower, she decided to move forward.
"Go around."
Jiang Ping An decisively changed direction, bypassed the fighting area ahead, and took a detour from a distance to find [Flower of the Dead].
The land of the dead is pitch black, which always gives people the illusion that something terrible is hidden in the darkness and may come out at any time to swallow them.
Demon Illusion Fairy held his breath and was extremely nervous. He pressed his body tightly against Jiang Ping An, not even daring to breathe out, for fear that the slightest movement would lead to death.
She inadvertently glanced at the indifferent face of Jiang Ping An. In this extremely dangerous environment, there was still no fear or large emotional fluctuations on that face.
Demon Illusion Fairy was very surprised, "Who is this man? It seems that nothing in the world can move him."
"Is he from a certain big clan? But why can't I see him using the magic of those big clans?"
"But if he is not a descendant of a rich family, why can he have such strong strength and go to Invincible Path?"
Her curiosity about Jiang Ping An became more and more intense. The identity of this mysterious man was like a fog, and people couldn't help but lift the fog and see all his faces.
The two of them continued their arduous journey, encountering many extremely powerful undead spirits, whose auras were terrifying, far beyond their cultivation.
Fortunately, these undead souls have no independent consciousness and cannot identify the true identities of the two people.
The two fighting undead encountered before should be an extremely small probability event.
As for why those two conscious undead were born, it is unknown.
About an hour later, a dark "river" appeared in front of me, stretching across the front. This "river" was as thick as ink and exuded a disgusting smell.
When they got closer, they were shocked to realize that this was not a real river, but a terrifying scene formed by the gathering of Yin energy energy and countless dead souls!
Countless dead souls were stacked on top of each other, squeezing each other, and emitting shrill wails and screams. The dense mass spread toward the distance with no end in sight, as if it was a true portrayal of the legendary Avici Hell.
Demon Illusion Fairy felt that his scalp was instantly tense and the hairs all over his body were exploding. With so many undead, if they all attacked them, there would be no chance of survival.
Even for a calm and steady person like Jiang Ping An, the moment he saw such a shocking scene, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Back then, the forces controlled by Four Great Main Gods besieged Fifth Main God. The battle was too brutal and too many people died. The undead here were just the tip of the iceberg of the horrific consequences of that war.
Jiang Ping An tried hard to calm down the emotional fluctuations in his heart, forced himself to calm down, and looked firmly towards the center of the "river".
There, a budding flower floated quietly. The flower resembled a lotus, but was extremely dark. It was surrounded by death energy and Extreme Yin Power that were so rich that they were almost substantial.
Obviously, this is the Flower of the Dead they have been searching for so hard, a special treasure born in Jedi.
At this moment, the petals of Flower of the Dead have opened slightly, seeming to be gathering strength and preparing for the moment of blooming.
Jiang Ping An was not dazzled by the treasure in front of him. He remained cautious as usual and turned to ask Demon Illusion Fairy next to him.
"How long until Flower of the Dead will bloom? How to pick it?"
He clearly remembered that Demon Illusion Fairy had said before that if he wanted to pick Flower of the Dead, he needed to wait for the flowers to fully bloom.
And, it requires special methods to pick.
"In about an hour, Flower of the Dead will bloom. After blooming, it must be picked within half an hour."
When they were all here, Demon Illusion Fairy stopped hiding and said, "The picking method is to not let Flower of the Dead touch anything alive when picking."
"If a normal person picks it directly with his hands, the terrifying power of death will spew out at the moment it is broken. Those with a cultivation level of the Divine Power Realm or below will definitely die."
"However, you are different. You have mastered the power of Taiyin. If you use this power to pick it, you will not suffer backlash. Once you pick it off and then come into direct contact with it, you will suffer less backlash. But you must be careful."
Jiang Ping An nodded, staring closely at Flower of the Dead who was not yet fully open, with a serious and dignified expression.
We have to wait for another hour, hoping that nothing unexpected will happen within this hour.
Jiang Ping An found a Big Stone who was as tall as one person nearby. He urged Taiyin Power to easily open a hole in the stone, got into it, and hid.
Demon Illusion Fairy Seeing this, he couldn't help complaining. "Can't you change it to a bigger stone? It's too crowded here, and I will be taken advantage of by you."
"The area around here is bare. There is nothing Big Stone anywhere. If you don't want to hide here, you can hide somewhere else."
Jiang Ping An said, raising his foot to kick her out.
Demon Illusion Fairy was like a frightened rabbit, grabbing his arm tightly and refusing to get out. He said eagerly, "Don't kick me, I'll hit you on the back!"
At this moment, the crowding here made her feel very safe. Once she went out and was discovered by some powerful undead, she would just want to escape unscathed.
"This damn stinky man really doesn't know how to show mercy to women. When I get stronger, I will turn you into a man's favorite."
Demon Illusion Fairy swears secretly in his heart.
As the time for Flower of the Dead to bloom gets closer and closer, the aura exuded by Flower of the Dead becomes stronger and stronger.
The undead around the flowers began to become transparent until they disappeared. These undead souls are like the nutrients of Flower of the Dead, being absorbed by it continuously.
Before these undead died, their cries became even more pitiful. The harsh sound seemed to penetrate the soul and make people's teeth sore.
They struggled desperately, making this "Black River" look like it was boiling, constantly rolling and flowing.
Time passes, and every moment passes like a year. Demon Illusion Fairy has never felt that an hour passes so slowly.
Just when Flower of the Dead was about to bloom, a violent sound of fighting suddenly came from outside.
Immediately afterwards, there were two angry shouts.
"Qiao Zhuo! You were against me when you were alive, and you want to steal my treasures even after you die!"
"Song Hong, why are you so shameless? This Flower of the Dead was born naturally. How can it be yours?"
I saw two physical undead, wearing tattered armor, holding dilapidated but still exuding dangerous artifacts in their hands, fighting frantically.
Every time they attack, they bring up a strong wave of air, and the surrounding Yin energy air is stirred into more chaos, and the entire space trembles under the aftermath of their battle.