The further you go, the more sparse the ancient kilns become.

Ji Yiming measured the distance with steps, and soon returned to the original arrangement of ancient kilns of about 100 meters, and in this area, it had been enlarged to between 15 and 160 meters. And the shape is also a pagoda of water, but the further out he goes, the smaller it becomes—the ancient kiln in front of him at the moment is only about a meter high, and even a child can barely enter.

Pushing open the door of the kiln, it was still empty.

He simply poked his head over and took a closer look at the light on his goggles.

Formations, gems, the residual temperature of the furnace that has just been extinguished.

"Huh, what is this?"

Fortunately, after cultivating the internal breath, his eyesight was at least several times sharper than before, Ji Yiming's eyes condensed slightly, and he finally saw a line of small words on the cornerstone of the most corner.

This time it is no longer the seal character written by Emperor Jin Cheng himself, but a smooth and upright official script with a sense of craftsmanship.

"Xiankang trial Jianyuan remake"

There is a smaller number at the back: Yibaiwu Shiqi.

Is it the 157th trial, or the 157th reconstruction?

He withdrew directly from the kiln, walked back to the place he had inspected and searched again, and sure enough, he saw small characters again. The top is exactly the same, but the number below has changed from one hundred Wu Shiqi to Jiubai one Shiyi.

No matter how you calculate it, it is impossible for the two adjacent ancient kilns to have so many numbers apart.

So is it a "prototype"?

What have been tried in these empty ancient kilns?

Just as he was thinking about it, the huge Gu snake suddenly hit his ass with its head outside, looking quite eager.

For this "cute goods" that follow him closely, Ji Yiming has completely become accustomed to it. Although he didn't know why he liked him so much, after overcoming his initial fear of cold-blooded reptiles, he began to accept this kind of intimate physical contact, even if the smell of fish didn't feel much for a long time.

He poked his head out of the kiln and asked, "What?"

As if he really understood, the Gu snake raised its tail high and pointed at it not far away.

Ji Yiming looked at the tip of its tail along the tip of its tail.

Under the dim light of the goggles, a dark figure was just three or four meters away, looking this way.

The battle over there is over, and the enemy is chasing after you?

As soon as this first reaction floated in his heart, Ji Yiming suddenly saw the other party's face clearly through the light.

A pale, expressionless face.

There was no emotion in his eyes, only cold black eyes, staring at this side.

Zhou Ze!

"Why aren't you dead?" Ji Yiming subconsciously asked, and quickly explained: "Just now Ying Xingtian said that you were all killed by the criminal soldiers and the worm path masters, how did you escape?

Three or four meters away, Zhou Ze didn't move, as if he didn't hear it, and still looked at him in a daze.

Ji Yiming frowned slightly, and when he took a few steps forward, the former suddenly turned around and ran wildly towards the boundless darkness behind, and disappeared within a few seconds.

The turning movement is very fast, and the speed of running is also extremely amazing. But Ji Yiming noticed that during the whole process, Zhou Ze's upper and lower joints were extremely stiff, and he always went straight to ...... Not at all as flexible as a normal human.

It feels extremely strange.

A chill rose in Ji Yiming's heart. I only feel that since all the kiln fires have been extinguished, the entire underground space has changed from bright to dark, and the microclimate has gradually changed from dry and warm to slightly cold, this ancient kiln city of the Eastern Jin Dynasty thousands of years ago has begun to be filled with an indescribable strange smell.

That guy with a pale face, stiff joints and extremely fast speed, is it really Zhou Ze?

The temperature in the boundless darkness became lower and lower with the passage of time, and it seemed to drop by more than a dozen degrees in just a few minutes. Ji Yiming couldn't accurately judge without a thermometer around him, but it had only been ten minutes since the kiln fire went out. The rate of cooling in the enclosed space is a bit unusual......

He looked at the direction where "Zhou Ze" left, and patted the head of the Gu snake next to him casually: "That guy just now, is he a living person?"

The latter hissed and spat letters, and his golden eyes, bigger than a dollar coin, blinked, unable to understand anything.

The darkness ahead did not change, but the temperature continued to drop slowly.

……

……

It is a few kilometers away from Ji Yiming's location.

Although the former was captured by the Gu snake who didn't know what was crazy, the remaining grandmasters still did not fight again.

A few people jointly sent out several qi qi in unison, and were brutally defeated by Ying Xingtian with unrivaled fist strength, and many people directly changed their positions when they escaped with their qi, and the astringent aura was truly hidden.

"Yan Dao" Ou Haichao's breathing spell, and the gray moth with the concealing effect of "Insect Dao", even if Ying Xingtian quietly changed his position and sealed the qi and blood of his whole body in the meridians, not even a little heat escaped from the capillaries.

- When it comes to controlling his own aura, he, a top martial arts master, will not lose to anyone.

Time passed minute by minute, and the three of Ying Xingtian, Worm Dao, and Ou Haichao, who came at the end, all changed their positions several times and did not reveal their figures, nor did they give up the opportunity to find other people's traces and wait for the opportunity to fight.

Only Na Qingqiu was not lightly injured, and several attempts to ask Zu Wu to come to his body were unsuccessful, and he could only rely on the help of four subordinates to stay away from the battlefield as much as possible.

After just a dozen seconds of fighting with Ying Xingtian, he almost fought all the hole cards to save his life, and finally realized how ridiculous his previous "plan" was.

If there were no sudden changes in this kiln city later, there would be more grandmasters of the "Yandao" organization. Even if he and the three of them try their best, I'm afraid they will only be killed by the other party.

Martial Arts Grandmaster Qingqiu has not fought before, and there are several old opponents in the Qianlong Yuan - no one can help anyone.

But in Ying Xingtian, he didn't fight back from beginning to end. More than a dozen punches, almost every punch is enough to kill a slightly inferior grandmaster directly!

The shock in his heart still lingered until this moment.

Why...... Why is it so strong?!

Even if he didn't want to admit it in his heart, in fact, Qingqiu had already been frightened, and he just wanted to leave the land of right and wrong as soon as possible, and no longer participate in the battle for the ruins of this ancient Yue kiln city.

Without saying a word, the four members of the Torture Soldier Organization cautiously led him back towards the place he had come from. The hidden Gu worms of the Worm Sect were still on their shoulders, and with the addition of several Grandmasters throwing rat traps at each other, they had not really been discovered.

After walking at least two kilometers away, one of the men lowered his voice: "My lord, what should this guy do?"

Qingqiu found that Yan Siguang who was in a coma was still here, so he hurriedly snatched the person over and threw it directly to the ground: "Retreat back to the organization for help first, no matter which side this Yan Siguang is in, sooner or later there will be a chance to snatch it back." ”

The five of them made up their minds to run away, and they were far enough away from the battlefield here, but their hearts gradually settled down.

In fact, not only Qingqiu, but the four of his men were also frightened, and their speed became faster and faster in the dark, and they soon approached the exit of the underwater tunnel.

It's just that a few people are going slower and slower in unison...... The slower you go, the slower you go......

In the end, Qingqiu was the first to stop, and his body did not move, and he said with difficulty: "Win Xingtian, don't push people too much!"

- A sixth footstep sounded among the five men hurrying in the dark.

They stopped where they were, and the sixth man stopped without saying a word.

Qingqiu took a deep breath, feeling that he had never been so embarrassed in his forty or fifty years of life, but he still had to endure the humiliation and continue to speak: "It is the Worm Dao that has an enmity with your Qianlongyuan, and they are the ones who killed your men. Didn't you see that I just found that Yan Siguang was still in my hand, so I put him down without moving?"

The sixth man still stood silently in the crowd, no one knowing who was beside him...... Whether it's friend or foe.

"I'll admit that I was wrong to pay attention to the ruins of this kiln. In the future, as long as you Qianlong Yuan people appear, I, Qingqiu, promise to retreat! No matter how precious the ruins are, I won't interfere, so it's good?"

"Win Xingtian" still did not speak.

Qingqiu, who was playing the drum in his heart, suddenly noticed at this moment that among the six footsteps, there were only four breathing sounds and four heartbeat sounds—it was not difficult to hold his breath, but even if he was a martial arts master, it was impossible to control his heartbeat!

"Who the hell is pretending to be a god!"

His heart moved slightly, and he suddenly took out his mobile phone from the trouser pocket of a subordinate next to him and lit up the screen.

Under the faint blue light, a miserable white face was more than ten centimeters away, and he turned his head to look at him in a daze.

With a scar on his face, he has a thin body, and his triangular eyes are drooping down, cold and not angry.

It was the master of the Hidden Dragon Yuan who was beaten by the Qingqiu Lion and the Rabbit half an hour ago, and was killed by the strength of the four ancestral witches.

Mo Chabai!!

A cold air quietly rose from the bottom of Qingqiu's heart and rushed down his back to the top of his head.

The resurrection of the dead is nothing, and the Gu Dao Masters of the Worm Dao have a lot of Gu techniques in this regard, and they can even manipulate the corpse to fight. But he remembered very clearly - after this person was shocked to death by himself, the remnants of the ancestral witch power in his body exploded, and his whole body was blown into a puddle of flesh that could not be seen in any shape!

The person in front of him, except for his pale face and lifeless eyes, there was no scar on his body at all.

There is no Gu technique to achieve this degree.

"Who the hell are you!"

Qingqiu took half a step back and drank in a low voice. The four subordinates finally remembered Mo Chabai's appearance and reacted, and one by one staggered back with a frightened look, and the two women finally couldn't hold back their exclamations, but the two pretty faces were almost a little whiter than the "Mo Chabai" who came back from the dead.

Mo Chabai, who was surrounded in the middle, did not change his body movements, and still turned his head and stared at Qingqiu in a daze. It wasn't until the latter resisted his fright and reached out to slap his head that he suddenly turned and ran wildly in the other direction.

The joints are stiff and move quickly.

It is slightly different from the similar situation that happened ten kilometers away around Ji Yiming.

Before this "Mo Chabai" left, he suddenly reached out and touched the body of the woman closest to him.

The rest of the people saw this scene but didn't care, and they were slightly relieved to see the former rush into the depths of darkness in an instant. Qingqiu didn't want to make any more extraneous branches, so he was stunned and hurriedly beckoned everyone: "Go, get ready to go into the water!"

Everyone quickly followed him towards the exit, and after a few steps, they turned in unison.

The woman who had just been touched by Mo Chabai stood in place, motionless.

"What's wrong?

A crack visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared on her face.

Then, in just a few seconds, countless cracks emerged densely from the inside out, and the whole person was like an ice crack that failed to be fired, shattered into countless small pieces and fell to the ground.

From the body, to the clothes, and even the jewelry you wear...... All crumbled into slag.

Not a shred of blood.