Zhang Yifeng sold a pass, and smiled mysteriously: "Yes yes, yes yes if you say no." ”

"What do you mean?" Yan said.

"Brother Yan really flicked the 'Ancient Voice'. Zhang Yifeng suddenly asked solemnly.

"There's nothing to deceive and nothing good to do. Yan Li said, "And it just played a note, and there is nothing remarkable." ”

"You are here when you are reborn from the hateful sky, it seems that it is really fate. Zhang Yifeng muttered.

"What?" Yan Li didn't hear clearly.

"Nothing, go over and see. Zhang Yifeng said and took the lead and walked over.

Yan Li followed him to the water pavilion and found that there was a ramp down the mountain in front of him, and he could clearly see the entire scenery of Lihattian. Within the line of sight, there are small black dots constantly flashing, and it seems that they should be the treasure hunters in the inn.

I didn't expect that whirlpool to be a passage to the hateful sky.

But after coming in, there was no trace of Ji Paper Kite, and it seemed that the landing point was not certain.

In front of me is an ancient relic, yes, but the piano platform is different. Different from the one in the Lihate Palace, the piano table here is wooden, and it is a little peter, not as imposing as the one in the Lihate Palace.

However, the size of the body is the same, and you have to stand to stroke it.

But when Yan Li stretched out his hand, he was stunned.

Because the hand penetrates through the past without hindrance, as if it were touching only a shadow.

"Is it an illusory projection?" Yan Li couldn't help but say, "But there must always be a prototype to be projected, could it be that the one from the Hate Palace can still project the image here?"

He waited for a long time, but did not wait for an answer. After thinking for a while, he said, "It seems that I am too embarrassed for you, and this kind of secret cannot be known to everyone." ”

Still no movement.

He turned his head to look at it, and couldn't help but be surprised.

The pool on the top of the mountain, the water pavilion in the pool, apart from him, how can there be any other figures, the whole is empty, bleak, and deserted.

That Zhang Yifeng was like the world had evaporated, if it weren't for the memory of the Great Array of Leaving the Sky in his mind, I'm afraid he would have suspected that he was dreaming.

How could a big living person disappear into thin air?

Could it be a ghost?

Just as he was in doubt, another thing happened that made him creepy.

His hand, the hand that touched the illusion of the primeval relic, could not be taken back, as if some terrible vortex had sucked him in, almost trying to suck him in.

He was shocked and angry, and the true qi in his body surged, and he spit out endless sword qi from his hand.

But all of these sword qi were like stones sinking into the sea.

Immediately after that, from the depths of the soul came the violent roar of the curse, as if something was invading.

Yan Li only felt a sudden sharp pain in his brain, and with a muffled snort, his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted.

At the critical moment, he bit his tongue violently, let out a loud shout, and with all his strength, he pulled out his hand violently.

Due to the exertion, he involuntarily fell out of the water pavilion.

He sat on the ground gasping for breath, staring at the illusion in horror, but Gusser's vision turned out to be a powerful ghost that devoured people.

However, after the hand was withdrawn, the Gusel apparition did not move otherwise.

Suddenly, he felt a tingling itch on his right arm, and he hurriedly tore open the sleeve of his shirt, only to see that there was an extra mark on his arm at some point, looking at the shape and appearance, it was like an ancient voice that had shrunk countless times.

Before he could digest all these changes, his foot was suddenly grabbed by a wet hand, and he didn't even think about it, so he pulled it out of the cliff.

"Brother Yan's subordinates are merciful!"

Then I heard Zhang Yifeng's exclamation.

The cliff stopped three inches away from a wet head.

Yan Li glared at him and said angrily: "If you don't do it, what kind of water ghost do you do?" Do you know that people are scared to death?"

"Brother Yan, hurry up!"

Under Yan Li's help, Zhang Yifeng climbed up and said breathlessly: "I don't want to go down, my feet slip and accidentally fall into the water, and I don't know the water, fortunately, the water is not deep, otherwise my little life would have been confessed a long time ago." ”

"You won't call for help?" Yan Li said coldly.

Zhang Yifeng said aggrievedly: "I'm about to cut my throat in the next place, but Brother Yan only knows how to stare at the Taigu Legacy and ignore me!"

"Did you call me?" Yan said.

"Of course there is!" Zhang Yifeng said confidently, "Brother Yan is afraid that he was not frightened by the realism of the mold, so he didn't even hear the cries for help below." ”

"Mold?" Yan said.

"This is the mold of the primeval legacy. Zhang Yifeng said.

"Impossible!" Yan said with a palpitation, "This is not a real thing at all, I'm afraid that some demon has changed." ”

"Impossible!" Zhang Yifeng said in surprise, "I read the records in the classics, the ancient relics of the Hatred Heaven were carved by the Hatred Heaven Palm Sect with one stroke of the hand. ”

As he spoke, he walked over and reached out to touch the piano stand.

Yan Li looked at it coldly. What made him unbelievable was that Zhang Yifeng's hand actually touched the piano platform.

"Damn!" he always felt that after coming in and leaving the hateful sky, everything was revealing an unspeakable weirdness.

He suddenly glared at Zhang Yifeng, "From now on, you don't want to follow me!"

"Brother Yan, what's wrong?" Zhang Yifeng said in a daze, "This is not over yet." ”

"Everyone, you don't want to follow me all the way anyway!" Yan Li glared at him and said, "I'll go down the mountain from that side, you go down from this side, remember not to follow me again, otherwise I will kill someone!"

The trail descended from the other side of the water pavilion.

Zhang Yifeng looked at his back, the corners of his mouth suddenly rose slightly, and his body, which was wet a moment ago, was clean in the blink of an eye.

There was no wind on the top of the mountain, but the strong wind from nowhere blew his robe to the sound of hunting.

His figure and the primeval voice flickered like a phantom.

......

On the other side, Lu Yunyin took Fu Ya and Ma Guanshan, because the three of them entered together, so the landing point was also the same.

Fu Ya suddenly said: "If my brother didn't die, who did the bitter Taoist kill?"

Lu Yunyin shook his head and said, "I can't make a conclusion yet." ”

"Can Brother Lu find his brother's location?" Fuya said.

"Yes. Lu Yunyin said.

Fu Ya smiled happily: "Fortunately, Brother Lu is here." ”

"I've been there. Lu Yunyin also smiled.

Ma Guanshan cautiously followed a little farther away, for fear of disturbing the love between the two, and was disgusted.

But there was a question like a cat, constantly scratching his heart, and after enduring it for a long time, he couldn't help it, and asked: "Teacher, master, who is this bitter Taoist priest who is sacred, and can actually escape the pursuit of the two of you?"

This question made the two of them stunned, and then they were a little confused, "I don't know each other." ”

"Don't know each other?" Ma Guanshan couldn't help but roll his eyes, "You two have been chasing and killing people for so long, but you don't know each other very well?"

Fu Ya said in a daze: "Every time I catch my whereabouts, I will always be inexplicable and disappear." ”