Half-step to the true spirit realm, the transformation of the life level, is equivalent to half a true spirit, far beyond the ordinary seventh level of transcendence.

At this time, the secluded forest became misty, and the mist was very similar to the color of the secluded forest, as if it were a natural barrier formed by the trees.

Zhao Feng entered the "Misty Forest" area and instantly lost his sense of direction, his senses were lost and confused.

No wonder this area is so dead, with not a single person alive.

Where Zhao Feng was walking, bones occasionally appeared under his feet, and the cold and strange aura of death made people shudder.

"Ordinary people who enter here will definitely go there and never return, even if they are only half a step into the true spiritual realm."

Zhao Feng took a deep breath.

Fortunately, he has a left eye that can penetrate the fog and see clearly the essence of the world. Furthermore, he is good at mental illusions, so the predicament in the misty forest has minimal impact on him.

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Zhao Feng walked on numerous white bones. The surrounding area was actually filled with white bones. The gloomy death aura was getting heavier and heavier, so strong that it could transcend the seventh level of mortal life. He lost his mind and had difficulty breathing.

A chill and crisis enveloped Zhao Feng's heart, as if there was some mysterious invisible force trying to get into his body.

The little thief cat on the shoulder looked around with an alert expression.

Zhao Feng took off his blindfold, and his blue pupils were filled with sharp blue, and a breath that frightened gods and ghosts spread out.

In an instant, most of the crisis and anxiety dissipated.

His left eye activated to the limit, piercing hundreds of meters of fog, and Zhao Feng finally saw clearly what was ahead.

In the deepest part of the misty forest, there are more than a hundred mausoleums.

Each mausoleum is large in size, comparable to a small palace, and the tombstones are ten meters high.

All the mausoleums surround a small square.

The floor of the square was made of strange silver crystals that even Zhao Feng's left eye could not penetrate.

In the center of the Silver Crystal Square, there is an altar-like stone platform carved with strange formation patterns. There is also a small room beside the stone platform.

The misty forest, the land of bones, the tombs, the Silver Crystal Square, the mysterious altar...

Zhao Feng took a deep breath, not knowing whether it was fear or excitement, but his body was trembling slightly.

According to common sense, even if you are halfway out of the mortal realm, you cannot reach this depth. Even in the true spiritual realm, you may be affected by the mysterious mist and lose your sense of direction.

But Zhao Feng did it, and with the help of his left eye, he had a near miss.

now.

Zhao Feng was still more than a hundred feet away from the tombs. Every time he took a step, the invisible pressure and anxiety became stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, the bones in front of him began to stir, and the ground began to shake.

Amidst a burst of white bones cracking, two or three humanoid skeletons crawled out of the ground, holding white bone weapons in their hands, with green flames burning in their eye sockets.

Each of those three humanoid skeletons brought light pressure to Zhao Feng, and they at least had the strength to transcend the sixth level of the world.

Moreover, there may be more ambushes along the way.

Is it advancing or retreating?
Chapter completed!