Judging from the clothes they were wearing, they should be the powerhouses of the [Tongtian Divine Sect] in Middle-earth, the death of the two was extremely miserable, as if they were divided by five horses, their souls were destroyed, and the corpses became fragments of different sizes, the blood condensed but not dispersed, blooming with brilliance, and the corpses contained extremely strong energy fluctuations.

"This is the characteristic of injuries that have died at the hands of corpses. ”

Ding Hao and Tianshu quickly determined the cause of death of these two powerhouses.

After the death of these two people, their bodies were as crystal clear as jade, and they could be left for at least a hundred years without decaying, at least they were also high-level martial emperor powerhouses, but unfortunately they died tragically here.

And onwards.

As time passed, the clouds in the sky became thinner.

At this time, the circular strange light gates that opened like huge heavenly eyes had almost all disappeared, and only the last few dark light prisons that penetrated the heavens and the earth remained.

Ding Hao guessed that maybe there were still strong people in it who were struggling to support, gritting their teeth to support in order to survive, and fighting with corpse souls, but unfortunately no one could help them.

Along the way, Ding Hao put away the corpses of the Terran powerhouses he encountered.

Those who can enter here are all male lords, and they are also of the same clan, and they should have the dignity of being a strong man, and if Ding Hao walks out of the ruins of the [Divine Temple] alive in the future, he can be buried in the outside world, or returned to the descendants of these strong people, which can also be regarded as a merit.

Walking all the way forward, Ding Hao secretly asked the Sword Ancestor and the Sword Ancestor about the origin of the corpse soul.

"In ancient times, demons, demons, people, gods and beasts stood side by side in the world, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, it is said that there is an extremely evil secret method, trapping living beings, imposing all kinds of most painful punishments on them, stimulating their souls and senses, until their spirits collapse, over the years, boiling alive, like a slow fire to stew meat, and finally destroying their bodies, preserving their souls, and then letting these ownerless gods and souls kill and devour each other...... After countless years and killing hundreds of strong people, it can be refined into a divine soul, which can walk between the shadows, ignore the void barrier, and have incredible assassination powers. ”

Dao Zu introduced in detail.

This kind of evil method sounds terrifying.

Ding Hao thought about it, and still had some questions in his heart.

The corpse soul does have a very terrifying assassination power, but it can only be fought in an extremely suppressed space like the [Sea of Qionglou], if it is really in the normal environment of the outside world, in the face of this positive powerhouse, I am afraid that there will be no threat.

"The corpse soul that appeared just now is just the lowest semi-finished product, if you encounter a real superb corpse soul, yin and yang coexist, you can freely switch between the virtual and the real, at that time, everything is difficult to hurt, even if it is the ultimate Bifang fire, it is difficult to destroy them, and at that time, it will be difficult for the strong people of the martial saint level to resist this evil existence. ”

Between the words of the Sword Ancestor, he highly respected the horror of the corpse soul.

Ding Hao nodded.

"Why is there such an evil thing in the ruins of this [Templar Temple]? It is said that although the [Templar Temple] of the past acted domineeringly, rampaging through Middle-earth Divine Prefecture, and even provoking the majesty of the [Middle-earth Aoki God of War], it was not an evil sect that refined corpse souls......"

Ding Hao voiced his doubts.

When Jian Zu heard this, he said: "It's hard to say, legends are often things that catch the wind and catch shadows, a sect suddenly perishes at the peak of its peak, there must be a way to die, I see that the gate of the heavenly eye that appeared in the void just now is definitely not an ordinary phantom array or a killing array, but it is likely to be a continental gate, communicating with another continent world, and the appearance of this level of space gate in this kind of ruins can already explain a lot......"

Just as Ding Hao was talking to the Second Ancestor of the Sword in his mind, Uncle Tianshu, who had been walking in front, suddenly made a gesture and stopped.

Ding Hao stopped the conversation in his mind and looked forward.

It turned out that I finally met someone else.

These are four or five strong men from the Southern Wilderness judging from their clothing, but several of them are injured, two of them are extremely seriously injured, blood is flowing, barely lucky to heal, while the other three are anxiously surrounding them, not knowing what to do.

"What person?" Hearing the sound of footsteps, a young man with short black curly hair wearing a simple black leather armor and shirtless and bare feet immediately rushed up and shouted vigilantly.

Uncle Tianshu's eyes flashed with a trace of a very imperceptible color, leaned to the side, and shrugged: "Little guy, don't be nervous, hehe, passing by, we are just passing by, you continue to ......" said and walked away from the side.

Ding Hao followed.

However, his gaze swept over the bodies of these strong people in the Southern Wilderness.

The wounded was a gray-haired old man, also wearing black leather armor like a vest, with shorts-like armor on his lower body, his arms, legs and feet were exposed, his muscles were dark and strong, as if they were made of pig iron, and his neck was wounded, and he was almost directly beheaded, leaving only a trace of flesh and skin......

The old man sat cross-legged on the ground with a strange brilliance, as if he was trying to heal his wounds, but to no avail, for the broken wound was covered with a black mist that could not be removed, and the almost severed head could not be healed.

The other injured person was a young man in his twenties.

This unlucky guy also had short black curly hair, and was slid from his left shoulder to his right abdomen by a shocking incision, his internal organs were completely chopped, and the whole person was almost chopped up, blood spurted out of the wound like a spring, and the wound was also surrounded by black mist, which could not be healed.

If it weren't for the strong vitality of a strong man above the innate level, if he was an ordinary martial artist, such an injury would have died a long time ago.

Ding Hao could see at a glance that the injuries of these two people were all cut by corpse souls.

The black mist that swirled around the wound was obviously the kind of black mist that could isolate a qiē light in the dark light prison, and it could actually linger around the wound, and the injury could not be healed......

This scene made Ding Hao's heart move.

He was also injured by the blade of the corpse soul and was almost cut in half, but the wound healed quickly at that time, and he didn't notice anything abnormal, so he didn't pay attention to it at the time.

Could it be that the black mist still has such terrifying lethality?

Can prevent the strong from healing?

But why doesn't this lethality have an effect on you?

Walking past these people, Ding Hao couldn't help but take a few more looks.

The clothes of the strong people in the Southern Wilderness are completely different from those in the Northern Regions and Middle Earth, basically they all wear very little, with bare arms and calves, and most of them are even barefoot, even if they are strong people at the level of the Martial Emperor, they are no exception, and the clothes are extremely simple, unlike the style of the robe fluttering and the sleeves of the Middle Earth and the Northern Regions, and the pursuit of gorgeousness and beauty.

Among the strong people in this line of Southern Wilderness, in addition to the two injured, there were three people left, two of whom were sixteen or seventeen-year-old women.

The skin of these two women is not as dark as the men of the Southern Wilderness, on the contrary, they are as white as mutton fat and white jade, white and tender, and their faces are extremely small and exquisite, they are all rare beauties, and there is a wild atmosphere unique to women in the Southern Wilderness between their eyebrows, and they are heroic.

The two of them were wearing short armor, but vaguely covering the plump and tall Saintess Peak, the slender and soft white waist was exposed, the navel was inlaid with red gems, swirling with charming red mist, and the skin that was more and more set off was flawless like jade, and the delicate armor protected the buttocks and between the legs, and the white and slender thighs were dazzling.

The women of the Southern Wilderness wear very little, but they wear a lot of delicate jewelry, these two girls have a lilac hair that shines brightly, wearing at least dozens of exquisite and unparalleled silver and white jewelry, trailing tail tassels, filled with silver light, and the wrists and ankles are also wearing more than a dozen ankle bracelets, fine workmanship, obviously from the master's handwriting.

The two girls are stunningly beautiful, standing there quietly, showing the charm of the women of the Southern Wilderness to the fullest.

The most surprising thing for Ding Hao is that the two girls look very similar, as if they are poured out of a mold, and they seem to be a pair of twin sisters.

"Grandpa, how are you? You must hold on, but you must not have anything to do......

The two girls were panicked, and one of them was crying pear blossoms with rain, and I felt sorry for them.

Ding Hao glanced at it, and secretly guessed in his heart that these two women seemed to be disciples from a certain great force in the Southern Wilderness, otherwise it would be impossible to enter all the way here, but their strength was suppressed here, and Ding Hao couldn't see their true martial arts cultivation, but if it was about physical cultivation, it was really too far from himself.

However, it can be vaguely felt that among the five strong men in the Southern Wilderness, the white-haired old man who almost had a broken head was the most powerful, and his strength made Ding Hao also have some palpitations, even if he was seriously injured, he was like an injured ancient beast, and his aura was terrifying.

And the strength of this pair of beautiful girl twins is second, the black-curly short-haired young man who stared at Ding Hao and the others vigilantly, although there is no injury on his body, his strength is average, and the strength of the young man who was almost cut in half should be the lowest one......

Seeing the sadness of the two girls crying, especially the frightened and sad expressions on their delicate faces, Ding Hao couldn't help but feel soft in his heart, and inexplicably thought of his long-missing sister Ding Keer.

If she also came here, her relatives, friends, and teachers around her would be injured, with her kind character, she would definitely cry so sadly and helplessly, right?

Maybe the promise at the beginning was too heavy, so that whenever Ding Hao saw a girl from the Southern Regions, he would always feel more cordial in his heart, as if he really saw his sister.

That's when --

"Senior, this senior, can you save my noble grandfather and junior brother, you must have a way, right?" One of the twins, a girl from the Southern Wilderness, suddenly rushed to Tianshu and pleaded.

Tianshu's current incarnated face, with a fairy wind and bones, and a childlike appearance, gives people an unfathomable immortal-like feeling, and it is no wonder that this girl subconsciously feels that he has the means to treat the black mist injury.