Even Murlando would not go deeper here easily. The thick fog obscured all perceptions, and Gris couldn't see clearly what was more than ten meters away.

But he was running away. When he was panicking, it didn't matter if he couldn't see the road clearly. Just run straight along one direction.

He has a strong sense of direction. Even if he encounters a situation where he needs to take a detour, he doesn't worry about losing his direction.

The Eternal Stone Forest is a stone forest with a range of thousands of square kilometers. The eternal wind weathered the originally whole plateau into the current scene of tens of millions of stone pillars. In the center of the stone forest, a rich atmosphere of death gathers here, and eventually forms a thick smoke. The range covered by thick fog is also as wide as hundreds of square kilometers.

Although Murlando was known as the Lord of the Immortal Stone Forest, in fact, even he could not control the depths of the thick fog.

As soon as he entered the thick fog range, Gris felt that his soul was rejuvenated. The deeper he went into the thick fog, the more obvious the feeling of the soul was. The breath of death is worthy of being the source of all souls. After staying in this environment for a long time, he would even grow much faster.

Feeling this refreshing feeling, Gris even had the urge to sleep here for a while.

Because the teleportation reel was not recovered, after Gris escaped from Murlando's hands, his first action was to order Pulson, who was left in the crypt, to destroy the teleportation array through the connection in his soul.

It is very simple to destroy the teleportation array. As long as one of the floor tiles reserved by Gris will be removed, the teleportation array will not be able to run. In this way, even if Merlando tear opens the seal of the teleportation scroll, it will not be able to teleport to the crypt. In this way, the teleportation scroll in Merlando's hand will be destroyed.

Although the crypt is not too dangerous, Gris still cannot stay here for a long time. A sleep may last for dozens or hundreds of years. Alex's body cannot be preserved for so long. He must find a way to return to the human world within a few years as soon as possible.

Running wildly in the thick fog, you can occasionally see some undead creatures that do not belong to Murlando wandering. These skeleton zombies may have been staying in the thick fog for many years. Their souls are generally much more vigorous than those in the outside world. Some skeletons with gray bones have soul strength that is not inferior to silver skeletons.

This made Gris feel that this place is indeed the most suitable place for cultivation, and he was also secretly alert. In this way, creatures of the same realm must be much more powerful here than those outside.

Fortunately, Gris didn't encounter any powerful creature along the way. After the only golden skeleton hit, Gris was thrown to somewhere with the speed that was beyond the reach of the two-legged skeleton.

While running, Gris suddenly found that he was walking downward and the slope of the ground was tilting downward. There were few flat terrains in the world of death, and this phenomenon was normal. Gris didn't care. He continued to move forward, and the more he walked forward, the larger the slope. After walking about a kilometer, the slope became a clear slope of more than 45 degrees. After the slightly round stones were loosened, they rolled down directly.

Is it a deep pit? Gris slid downward and thought, if it was a deep pit, I don’t know how deep it was. If it was too deep, it wouldn’t get up when it fell to the bottom of the pit. I had to take a detour as soon as possible.

The fog was too dense and I couldn't see too far. Gris could only grope and slide down, carefully paying attention to the changes in the terrain while sliding.

The forty-five degrees of slope lasted for a long time without changing. When he slipped for hundreds of meters and the vertical distance dropped by almost fifty meters, suddenly, Gris's eyes lit up, and a hot wave of air surrounded him.

The thick fog actually disappeared, replaced by a hot air. The hot air filled the space and blocked the thick fog above, forming the distinction between the Jingwei and the Weiwei.

In the hot air, Gris' fire magic that had been exhausted for a long time suddenly became active. The surging fire element rushed towards him like a tide, and the fire magic sac in the magic armor was quickly replenished.

What a abundant fire element. Before Gris could feel the surroundings of the abundant fire element, a fiery red color appeared in his eyes. In the range of these hot air, a kind of red grass was growing, covering everything he could see.

The red grass, fiery red, the fresh grass with life. This kind of thing actually appears in the world of death, and it is in the fog with the strongest breath of death. Gris couldn't believe his eyes.

But reality is reality, whether you believe it or not, it exists. Gris reached out to grab a clump of grass on the ground, and the tough grass roots confirmed that this was not an illusion.

While fiddling with the grass in his hand, Gris immediately discovered another problem. These grasses actually had very pure fire elements. He randomly crushed one, and the pure fire elements overflowed, and it started to burn with a loud bang.

Is the grass full of fire elements an elemental plant? Gris subconsciously thought of Alex's alchemy hand Zari's words:

Alchemy is a discipline based on materials, and materials are the foundation of alchemy. Magical materials are the foundation of the foundation. The emergence of each new magical material may cause major changes to the entire alchemy system. Therefore, new magical materials are the most valuable and priceless treasures.

Gris didn't know the grass in front of him, and it was very likely that these were some new magic materials and priceless treasures.

Gris quickly raised his head and looked at the surrounding environment. This was a deep pit similar to a flat bottom of a bowl. The slope extended to a hundred meters away and then became smoother and finally turned upward. The rich smoke churned above the pit, with the edge pressing the lowest, and the center slightly raised to form an arched "sky".

And below this "sky", the ground was covered with red grass. At the bottom of the pit, a very fluent crack appeared strangely, as if it was chopped out by something sharp. Only the crack did not grow red grass.

Apart from this crack, there was no strangeness in the rest. Gris observed for a long time and saw that there was no danger, so he reached out to the grass.

He picked up the clusters of red grass, integrated into a pile, and put it in the space ring together. Gris did not have the concept of human beings to leave half of the grass, and he had to get rid of the roots when cutting the grass. No one knew if he would have a chance to come here again next time, so he didn't let go of any of them.
Chapter completed!