In the gray space, there was only a looming chain in it, as if touched by something, and the chains made a rhythmic sound, and when the sound got closer and closer, the figure of Moro gradually emerged from the gray mist.

At this time, the blood flame in Mo Luo's eyes burned unabashedly, and as he carefully advanced on the chain, the blood-colored eyes that had been turned into blood by the blood flame kept scanning the surroundings, as if looking for something. But Moro's footsteps did not stop, and he walked on the chain step by step, making the chain make a rhythmic sound of the iron ring crashing.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Moro's blood-colored eyes suddenly stared only at the position in front of him, and then quickly quickened his pace, and the sound of rattling broke the rhythm for the first time.

After looking closely, he finally saw what existed in front of him on the left, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then without hesitation, he jumped from the chain of the floating ropeway and stood in the place he found in front of him.

Here, like a well floating in the air out of thin air, its fence is made of a strange stone, and two dragon-shaped stone carvings are carved on it, which looks like a battle with fangs and claws. Mo Luo carefully looked at the two dragon-shaped stone carvings, the dragon bull head on the left was a fish scale snake body, with strange veins printed on the dragon scales on the slender body, with four claws, five fingers per claw, and the sharp dragon claws made Mo Luo feel a chill even in the stone carvings, and the most peculiar thing was that the eyes of this dragon were always closed.

The dragon on the right and the left are very different in shape, the whole body looks bloated and huge, the person stands up, and the body also has four claws and five fingers per claw, but there is a pair of meat wings wrapped in a hurricane behind it, and the eyes of this dragon are open, and these eyes actually have two pupils in each eye, which looks very weird, Mo Luo accidentally glanced at the heavy pupil eyes of this carved dragon, and his heart actually stinged, as if there was a whirlpool hidden in this double pupil pulling Mo Luo, and Mo Luo was so shocked that he hurriedly avoided his eyes。

It is this dragon carved in stone on the left and right that perfectly occupies the fence of this strange well. On the other side of the well facing Moluo, a stone tablet one foot high stood there, Moluo looked intently, only to see four symbols engraved on the stone tablet, thanks to Moluo had read most of the classics in his clan, he could barely interpret the meaning of these four symbols.

"The Well of the Green Ruins?"

Mo Luo recalled for a long time, and he couldn't remember that there was the slightest record related to the "Well of Green Ruins" in the demon classics he had read, but when his father told him about the plan, he did clearly say that he wanted to come to the beast clan to take that thing and then he had to go through the most primitive floating cableway into the moat, and the only place he could find was here, so there must be a reason why his father wanted to come here by himself, but he hadn't found it yet.

After a period of time, Mo Luo successively took out his Wraith Knife, "Oath" pendant, and even injected the power of the Dao, the power of the Yuan Dao, and the mental power into the stone tablet, and even used the reincarnation disk, and his right hand turned into a strange wood to conjure up the black and white scepter contact, and after using all kinds of methods, he still found nothing, and Mo Luo even wondered if he had found the wrong place, and the place his father pointed to was still behind the floating cableway?

But soon Mo Luo denied his idea, there is a "well of green ruins" here in the moat, which has been discovered by himself after walking for an unknown amount of time to rely on the blood flame in his eyes, and there is no guarantee that he will encounter it again, Mo Luo can't gamble like this, so he settled down and continued to study the stone tablet and the well here. Soon after, Moro suddenly had an idea, and then the Wraith Knife was handed over to his right hand, and the black blade slashed through the palm of his left hand, and then Moro covered his left hand on the stone tablet, and the blood flowing from the wound in his palm was imprinted on the stone tablet. But after waiting for a while, it seems that nothing happened.

Mo Luo laughed at himself, thinking about how he could think of this place so simply, and then was about to think hard about other methods, when the stone tablet suddenly emitted a gray light, that kind of light made Mo Luo feel a little familiar, and then without waiting for Mo Luo to react, a strong suction force suddenly appeared on the stone tablet, not only only the palm that Mo Luo had not yet taken away, but also the stone tablet actually quickly and in large quantities began to absorb the gray mist in the moat space!

A flash of clarity flashed in Mo Luo's heart, but soon he couldn't think about anything else, because the stone tablet not only sucked Mo Luo's palm, but also continuously sucked out the blood in Mo Luo's body from the wound on his palm, and magically swallowed the blood into the stone tablet!

Mo Luo's face was full of bitterness, because he found that he had no way to take his palm away at all, and the suction power from the stone tablet was simply terrifying! Mo Luo waved his right hand, and found that his right hand could be used freely, and then glanced at the Wraith Knife in his right hand, and a trace of fierceness flashed in his heart, and he immediately made a decision: if the suction continued to endanger his life, he would not hesitate to abandon his left hand with the Wraith Knife!

But fortunately, after half a pillar of incense, although Mo Luo's face has become pale, and the right hand holding the Wraith Knife has become a little trembling, the suction in the stele has gradually weakened, and then it really stagnated at a certain moment, and the surface of the stele is covered with a strange blood-colored vein, and one of the gray airflows is constantly swimming in the blood-colored veins, and every time he travels through a place, the surface of the stele returns to its original ancient appearance.

Mo Luo didn't bother to observe the changes on the stone tablet, first quickly withdrew his left hand, and then handed the Wraith Knife to his left hand, his right hand was wooden, and the scepter that circulated in the same two colors between black and white changes was also held in his hand, so he stared at the stone tablet carefully.

After a short while, the stele was completely restored to its previous appearance, except for the gray air currents that continued to swim on it, as if it were exactly the same as before.

But Mo Luo didn't notice that just as the stele was absorbing his blood and gray mist, the stone carving on the well behind him, among which was a dragon-shaped carving with slender closed eyes, slowly opened its closed eyes, and when the stele stopped suctioning and finally calmed down, the eyes of the dragon-shaped stone carving had completely opened, revealing a pair of empty eyes without pupils, staring at Moro like that, but Moro didn't notice it at all.

Just as Mo Luo was waiting for the stone tablet, he suddenly had a strong vigilance in his heart, and then he couldn't help Mo Luo react at all, and the well behind him actually emitted a strong suction, and Mo Luo was caught off guard, and was sucked in without the slightest resistance.

At the same time as the eyes of the dragon-shaped stone carving on Inoue opened, the outside world that Mo Luo didn't know, the blood-colored funeral day in the sky, actually turned black in an instant, and the boundless darkness shrouded the Venerable Realm, and a tidal wave of exclamations and fears appeared in every corner of the Venerable Realm.