Yan Zhan didn't move for a long time, and when he got out of the cave, Chen Zimeng and the others couldn't see his body, so they couldn't help but feel a little strange.

After about a stick of incense, Yan Zhan returned to the entrance of the cave, standing outside the entrance of the cave and beckoning inward.

"Come out, there's no danger!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then they all walked out of the cave, but were immediately shocked by what they saw.

I saw them standing on a cliff extremely high, and below, it was like an abyss, but there were lights in the abyss, and when they looked up, it was getting late, and it was dark, and it was indeed time to light the lamp.

Looking at each other, they were monks, and they could naturally see that there were still many buildings underneath, and the buildings were arranged in an orderly manner, and the specifications were large and small, and each building had a strong atmosphere of prohibition.

It was built by monks, a fairy building.

Everyone couldn't help but wonder, could it be that this was the residence of some sect or family?

Chen Zimeng quietly asked Feng Ling, "Is there anyone living in the mountain that escaped in ancient times?"

"I don't know, but that mountain was burned by the sun's essence fire, and all the demons in it died, how could there be anyone?"

Feng Ling thought for a while, and then beckoned behind herself, a scroll was held in her hand, and after looking through it carefully, Feng Ling raised her head helplessly.

"There is no record of it, and I think that this is either not the mountain that disappeared, or that there have been many changes that have led to the inhabitation of it. ”

After a pause, Feng Ling continued: "And you look at the sky, such a big opening, the sun falls, and the surrounding is completely mountain cliffs, I can sense that there is an extremely strong prohibition above the sky here. ”

"It's hard to break, you can't leave from above at all, it seems that you can only go down and find a way to leave. ”

After Feng Ling finished speaking, Chen Zimeng looked up, Yan Qiaocheng and a few others also raised their heads, and then Yan Zhan was surprised: "There is such a strong prohibition above, don't talk about us, I'm afraid that even the Imperial Spirit Cultivator will be difficult to break." ”

Yan Hai nodded, "Then we have to go down and find another way out." ”

"Well, okay!" Yan Qiaocheng nodded in agreement, and then looked at Chen Zimeng, as if asking for his opinion.

Chen Zimeng nodded, "That's all there is to it!"

After finding a way, several people began to climb the cliff and descend the mountain, the reason why they didn't fly down was because they were afraid of triggering some strange prohibition, after all, the mountain is full of buildings, and there are countless lights, isn't it weird enough?

At the foot of the mountain, the complex was still in the distance, and after walking for some time, I came to a stone bridge.

There is water under the stone bridge, and it is flowing, and the feeling that it is not cool, on the contrary, the water is hot, Chen Zimeng glanced at it, and the water surface was steaming.

After crossing the stone bridge, it is a square gate, which is very magnificent, with some strange inscriptions carved on it, with a slight arc, Chen Zimeng cultivates the thunder road, and the sense is very clear.

As you walk along the street, you will see lights on the houses beside you, lanterns hanging under the eaves, and a lampstand next to the street.

The sky went dark, and the lights lit up all around.

What made Chen Zimeng and his party strange was that there was no one, the houses were empty, the streets were empty, there was no figure, and there was no sound at all.

The lights are bright and the streets are quiet, like a dead city!

had to be cautious, Yan Qiaocheng picked up a sword, Yan Kong and Yan Zhen walked behind, also holding their own blades.

Chen Zimeng thought about it, put Jian Jiu back into the sword raiser, took out an ordinary long sword, and walked forward, so that he didn't seem very nervous.

After walking for a long time, there was nothing but bright lights and empty rooms.

In the end, Yan Kong suggested: "Otherwise, let's try to touch the prohibitions around us, maybe the mystery is in this prohibition." ”

Yan Qiaocheng stopped and looked at Yan Kong with reverence, but more than that, it was funny.

Yan Hai, Yan Zhan and Yan Zhen also had strange faces, looking at Yan Kong and constantly looking.

"You're going to die, don't pull us!"

Yan Zhan scolded with a smile, Yan Kong smiled awkwardly, "I'm just saying, maybe, as soon as we ban touching, someone will come!"

"Then why don't you go?" Yan Qiaocheng suggested.

Yan Kong hurriedly waved his hand and shouted, "Forget it." ”

Chen Zimeng looked at the street in front of him, it was empty, and his divine thoughts were spreading, but he soon found that his divine thoughts could not be extended here, and the surrounding prohibitions were extremely restrained by divine thoughts.

But soon, Chen Zimeng raised his head and looked straight ahead, the long sword in his hand was raised, and the tip of the sword flashed with cold light, full of killing intent.

Yan Qiaocheng also lowered his expression, Yan Zhan and the others immediately took precautions, and the cultivation of the knot was spread, and the pressure increased dramatically.

"Okay, okay, four knots, two foundation builders, this bit of cultivation is not enough to see!"

A figure approached from the end of the street, small steps, but seemingly fast, and in just a few breaths, the man came closer.

When I raised my head, it was a slightly thin face, the face was not big, and the figure was also very thin, and I was wearing a green coat on my body, which looked like I had been wearing it for a long time, and it was a little washed white.

is a very elegant-looking man, his eyes are not big, but he is very spiritual, once touched, Chen Zimeng only feels extremely agile and majestic.

"Imperial Spirit!"

Yan Qiaocheng was a little surprised, and then bowed down, Yan Zhan and Yan Hai also hugged their fists, and Yan Zhen and Yan Kong followed.

Only Chen Zimeng stood upright, the sword in his hand was raised, it didn't shake at all, and the tip of the sword was aimed at the man. Cool Record Literature

"Hehe, you little baby is very eye-catching!"

The man praised Yan Qiaocheng, causing Yan Qiaocheng to smile bitterly, and then the man looked at Chen Zimeng, who was holding a sword against him, and was a little funny.

"You little baby, you don't have the eyesight to see, and you don't have the slightest understanding, are you holding a sword to me like this, aren't you afraid of death?"

Chen Zimeng said softly, "The predecessor is a master, holding a sword against you, you should be a joke!"

Stunned, the man laughed and waved his hand, "Okay! Then you better put down your sword, there's really no need for that!"

Chen Zimeng put down his sword, and didn't look at the man anymore, just stared in the other direction, where there were people standing there, men, women, and children, all of them.

"Welcome to the Divine Relic Clan, the old decay has become a real person, a few little friends, please!"

The Divine Relic, the tribe within the mountain.

Chen Zimeng and Yan Qiaocheng glanced at each other, but no one reacted, they were all in their hearts, carefully thinking about what to do next!

Sancheng Zhenren stretched out his hand and pointed behind him, where a mansion stood quietly, in front of the courtyard were two very majestic stone lions.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Qiaocheng glanced at Yan Zhan and the others, and then walked in the direction pointed by Sancheng Zhenren.

Chen Zimeng walked at the end, the blade in his hand was put away, and behind him, there was a large group of extremely silent people, at least thousands of people, and there was no sound.

When they entered the house, someone moved out of the chair, brought out the tea, and even a group of women, about ten people, chose the courtyard and danced.

Sancheng sat at the top, reclining on a chair, squinting his eyes and enjoying the song and dance with interest.

Chen Zimeng picked up the wine glass in front of him, took a sip lightly, then shook his head, took off the sword cultivation gourd, and drank his own wine.

Glancing at the scattered real people who were more and more attracted by the song and dance, Chen Zimeng was surprised in his heart, this is really a spiritual monk?

After a long time, Xu is dancing person was tired, his movements slowed down, and Sancheng Zhenren was a little distressed, frowning and shouting, "You guys go and rest first!"

When everyone left the courtyard, they scattered into real people with their eyes closed, humming an unknown ditty.

Yan Qiaocheng and Yan Zhan looked at each other, but in the end, Yan Qiaocheng shook his head, and the other four didn't move, just sat beside Yan Qiaocheng obediently.

Chen Zimeng drank wine quite naturally If people who don't know see it, they may think that Chen Zimeng is very familiar with Sancheng Zhenren.

But Chen Zimeng knew that this scattered real person might be very dangerous to them, but coincidentally, they had already bumped into this danger, and they couldn't move at all.

"Where are you from?"

Sancheng Zhenren asked, Yan Qiaocheng thought about it, got up slightly, and was quite respectful.

"We are under the Tianhe Sea Qi Kingdom, the Yan family of the Jiupin Power Family, because there was an accident on the sea, so by chance, we came here. ”

Speaking of this, Yan Qiaocheng raised his head slightly, glanced at Sancheng Zhenren, but found that he didn't react at all, and even the expression on his face didn't change in the slightest.

After a deep groan, Yan Qiaocheng spoke again, "Where I am disturbed, I still hope that my predecessor Haihan, when we came here, we just bumped into each other by mistake, and there was no malice." ”

Sancheng Zhenren snorted lightly, very disdainful of Yan Qiaocheng, "What if you have malice, you don't have enough strength to support your malice." ”

Yan Qiaocheng fell silent, then thought about sitting back in his position and didn't speak again.

Chen Zimeng drank the wine, looked at him as a real person, and raised his chin slightly, "Hey, boy, what about you? You are not the same as the five of them!"

Chen Zimeng's sword raising gourd to his mouth froze in mid-air, Chen Zimeng laughed, put down the gourd, spread his hand, and the spiritual power gushed out, turning into a picture scroll, which is the geographical map of Zhongzhou.

"I'm from here!"

Sancheng Zhenren sighed lightly, "Zhongzhou, but it's far away! What are you doing when you come to the Divine Relic Continent so far away?"

"What do you think?"

Chen Zimeng can be sure of one thing, in the mountain, this so-called divine relics clan has a very close connection with the outside world, and they know it extensively.

Sancheng Zhenren stretched out his hand and closed it at the side of his mouth, and gently sighed in the palm of his hand, and the sound of "uh-huh" kept coming out of his mouth, and after a while, Sancheng Zhenren was full of smiles.

"It's not bad to come, Zhongzhou has no future, the Divine Relic Continent goes east, it is Tianhehai, this is a good place, suitable for cultivation. ”

"What the seniors said is extremely true!"

Chen Zimeng said a perfunctory sentence casually, and finally looked up at the sky, he could clearly see the surrounding cliffs, surrounded high, turning this place and the outside world into two worlds.

Sancheng Zhenren waved his sleeves, and suddenly said very loudly, "In the past three thousand years, Tianhehai has changed from a barren land to a holy place for cultivation, and the younger generation in many places always find ways to go to Tianhehai, cultivate, and look for opportunities, all like this. ”

As soon as the conversation changed, the real person was a little angry, "But what? How can there be so many avenue opportunities? Those people, one after another, have become unmotivated, and in the end they just waste their time, which makes people annoyed when they look at it." ”

Sancheng Zhenren looked at Chen Zimeng very seriously, as if this paragraph was just to say to Chen Zimeng, but Chen Zimeng raised his hand indifferently, and drank the wine without any reaction.

Just when he was a little impatient, Chen Zimeng said softly, "My fate is mine, no one can take it, this is a long way to go, and if you fail, it's not the same thing as stopping to talk about success!"

"Oh?" Sancheng Zhenren looked very interested, looking at Chen Zimeng just kept looking, with a smile on his face.

All this looked very good, but it made Yan Qiaocheng and the five people on one side more and more uneasy, they looked out of the courtyard, and a group of people stood there silently, staring at them all the time, and never looked away.

It's not much like a dead man!

It's weird, it's scary!