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The evil ghosts all over the sky rushed towards the open door.

It took half an hour to see the dark clouds that covered half of the sky disappeared behind the gate.

I can't estimate how many evil ghosts it is.

Everyone was shocked by this unprecedented picture and stood there for more than half an hour before remembering to observe the situation around them.

"Abata!"

The guardian exclaimed, and saw Abata, the giant snake who rushed out, lying on the ground without moving. Its huge body had become scarred.

Even with Abata's huge body and extremely powerful, he led us to rush through the trend of countless evil ghosts, he would inevitably be injured.

"Abata." The guardian touched Abata's snake head with a look of regret: "How are you?"

Fortunately, although Abata was covered in bruises, it seemed that he was not in danger of his life. At this moment, he lay tiredly on the ground, spit out a snake letter at us, and then slowly swam towards the depths of the forest.

"Abata has been hungry for half a year and is injured again." The Guardian said: "It has no strength now and needs rest."

I also sighed and reached out and touched Abata's body swimming by me: "Thank you, everyone."

I was saved by it, and at this time I no longer had fear of the giant snake.

Abata's figure gradually faded away and disappeared into the depths of the jungle.

When I watched Abata leave, I noticed that the forest we are in, whether it is the trees or the grass on the ground, all the plants are red.

This red is not as deep as blood, but as fiery as autumn maple leaves. When you are in it, you feel like you are in late autumn.

But now it is obviously not autumn, and the trees around here do not mean to fall leaves at all, and the trees here are not maple trees, let alone grass on the ground.

"The plants here are all red." Tan Jin squatted down, picked a blade of grass, and took it in his hand and looked at it: "There seems no difference from the grass outside except the color."

I looked up and looked at the golden sky: "Maybe because of the light here, the red branches and leaves are easier to absorb light."

Just now, half of the sky was occupied by countless evil ghosts like dark clouds. Now the evil ghosts have all rushed out of the gate, and half of the sky also revealed its true appearance, which is the same golden color, but there is no sun or moon, and I don’t know where the light source of this sky comes from.

"Is this Shambhara? It's not much the same as I imagined." Fei Ruite looked around.

"What is Shambhala like? Secondly, what are the evil ghosts and that man?" Lao Huo seemed to recall the scene just now and couldn't help swallowing: "Damn, that's too many. Where did that man get so many evil ghosts? He brought those evil ones with him.

What do you want to do when you go out?"

Thinking of this, I felt a little heavy. What is the identity of the black runner man who seemed to occupy my father's body, who was terrifyingly powerful and with this terrifying evil ghost army that was enough to make anyone desperate?

If he really took those countless evil ghosts to leave the Himalayas, he might have caused a big sensation in the world.

I asked the Guardian: "Have you seen that man?"

The guardian looked at the center of the mandala and said, "There is a holy lotus on the Lotus Holy Platform in the center of the holy city. It was the lotus platform that Venerable Shakyamuni sat on when he came to Shambalah to preach the Dharma. In the past two thousand years, the holy lotus has emitted the light of Buddha all the time and protected the holy people.

The light of the holy lotus can be seen in the city. The whole of Shambhala, but now the Buddha's light has disappeared."

"We must go to the Holy City quickly. I don't know how safe the Dharma King is. If your friend is still in Shambhala, he will probably still be in the Holy City." The guardian turned his head and walked downwards.

We looked at each other and followed together.

I just witnessed the evil ghosts like the end of the world. Before we came, there must have been a huge change in Shambhala. Chu Sili and Mopi who entered Shambhala before us didn't know what the situation was.

The terrain of Shambala is very smooth and there is no particularly steep place. Not far from the forest, I walked to an artificial avenue.

Although it is not as gold as the legendary, Shambhala is still an extremely beautiful place. When you are in it, you can't help but calm down. When you calm down, you can still feel the warm atmosphere similar to Buddha's light.

We followed the avenue to the mandala in the center of Shambalah.

Shambala is very large. We walked from the entrance at the end of the lotus to the central mandala. The guardian said that it would take at least two days.

The group walked quietly on the road. The whole Shambala seemed to be silent, without any voice. Only on the grasslands on both sides of the road, you could occasionally see sheep and cattle and horses, eating grass leaves leisurely, but no herders grazing. Maybe it was because the plants were all red.

The wool on the sheep seemed to be dyed with a light red color.

In addition to the grassland and flocks, you can occasionally see some scattered houses and buildings. These houses have very similar to Tibet but different styles. Like the Tibetan houses, they are all decorated with colorful decorations.

However, there is no one in between these seemingly peaceful and peaceful houses.

We walked for a morning and finally a small building community appeared ahead.

The Guardian said that this is a village closest to the entrance of Shambalah, and it is also a gathering place for their guardians. Let's take a rest here first and inquire about the situation. If his companions return to Shambalah, they should be here too.

However, after entering the village, we found that there was still no one in the village.

The Guardian walked into the doors with a gloomy face, and every time he entered, his face became even more ugly.

Finally, he walked into the middle of the village and a tower that was also built into the shape of a lotus. After coming out, he spoke in a deep voice: "No one is there, everyone is gone."

I looked at the huge lotus mandala in the distance and spoke, "Will they all go to the Holy City?"

The Guardian nodded: "With this possibility, we should not stop. We should rush to the Holy City as soon as possible."

Next, we traveled for two consecutive days, and along the way, we passed several villages and towns, but they were all empty like the previous villages.

From entering Shambhala, to now, there is no living person except us.
Chapter completed!