"Where is this?" Looking at the scene in front of him, Zhao An's heart suddenly tightened.

"Ang ......"

An extremely familiar and faint voice came, and Zhao An'an shook his head, and then looked towards the source of the voice.

I saw that in the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, a green-robed monk held a long sword, his clothes and hair were stained with blood, as if he had come from hell, and the whole person was like a Shura, and the long sword pointed at a small snake coiled on the ground.

The little snake coiled its body, its body as thin as a thumb covered with fine scales, and a pair of pupils stared at the cyan monk, its mouth wide open to reveal four small fangs, and it was snorting at the other party like a threat.

Although the appearance of the little snake is small, it looks like a miniature version of the "ruin".

The moment he saw the green-robed monk, Zhao An was stunned at first, and then his whole body trembled!

That figure was all too familiar to him, it was his master Zhao Lan, and the long sword in his hand was undoubtedly the Sanfan Sword.

"Thou hast been born in this sea of blood, and if thou hast grown up in the future, thou shalt be a curse, and since thou hast seen it, thou hast received thee today. ”

Zhao Lan's cold voice came into his ears, and Zhao An looked at everything in front of him in shock.

This is not his hallucination, but the past of the "ruins"!

Who is Zhao Lan?!

A series of questions came to Zhao An's mind, but before Zhao An could react, suddenly there was a roar in his ears, and at the same time, the ground under his feet seemed to collapse, and the whole person was weightless, falling straight down.

The next moment, Zhao An only felt that the sky was spinning, and the surroundings were filled with countless bizarre scenes, the sun and the moon in the sky were side by side, the sky and the earth were all flying snake shadows, and among the clouds in the sky, a huge black python flicked its tail desperately and walked up along the pillar of light.

Hardship, unwillingness, despair......

All kinds of emotions that didn't belong to Zhao An poured into his mind together, and the memories of Ling Jianmen, all kinds of Heavenly Mandate City, and even everything from Yunhai Sect flashed in his eyes one by one.

Even in the end, even Zhao An couldn't tell whether he was a "ruin" or himself!

……

"Chirp!"

In the Black Mountain, dense black strange birds hovered in the air, with a piercing call in their mouths, and on the side of the Black Mountain, a monk stood on the red rock in the air, his hands kept changing spells on his chest, and a series of phantoms were cast on his chest.

The man's face was tattered, his eyes were slender, and his mouth was so big that even if he breathed lightly, he could see that the corners of his mouth were cracked to the base of his ears, and his facial features were not human-like, but more like some kind of beast.

As he continued to cast spells, a series of bursting sounds sounded, and a Jiaowei loomed behind him, who was not the Jiaowei Shanqi who had changed his skin!

"Honorable envoy, my subordinates have finally found you!

Jiaowei Shanqi muttered in his mouth, his face was slightly pale, his mouth was panting, and a large amount of billowing demonic qi was constantly being hit into the red rocks by him.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly the entire Black Mountain trembled violently, Jiaowei Shanqi moved, his face showed a trace of strangeness, and he looked at the Black Mountain below him in disbelief.

"Strange, why is my demonic qi like a stone like the sea, and there is no half reaction?"

Jiaowei Shanqi was thinking about it in his heart, but suddenly the pressure of countless birds fell under black pressure, and before he could react, he was wrapped in it in an instant.

"Take your magic ...... Give it to me!"

A cold and hoarse voice sounded from the valley, and the next moment I heard a loud "boom", and a huge Tianpeng Bird Phantom spun out from the valley, swallowing the magic ball into its stomach in one gulp......

In another huge waterfall in the land of inheritance, Yunwenhe took the "second brother" and walked in the secret passage behind the waterfall step by step.

If Zhao An was here, he would be surprised to find that the layout of the secret passages here was almost exactly the same as the one he had walked before, and the only difference was the murals here.

If the murals that Zhao An saw before were all "evil servants love the master", then the murals here are all the opposite, and all the murals recorded are the stories of "the master saves the servant".

At this time, Yun Wenhe and the "second brother" were also standing in front of a wall, looking at the huge mural in front of them, as if they were making a choice.

The content on the mural is very similar to what Zhao An saw, but the person chosen has changed from "master" to "servant".

The same strong enemy is around, and the same is to let the "servant" choose, whether to kill the enemy or kill the master!

"Second brother, if it were to replace you, how would you choose?" Yun Wenhe's gloomy voice sounded, Yun Liao trembled, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes as he looked at Yun Wenhe.

Yun Wenhe touched his chin and said, "It seems that the choices are different, and the places to enter are also different, but there is only one inheritance, second brother, second brother, do you say that today will you choose the right one, or will I choose the right one?"

Hearing the word "inheritance", Yun Liao's face turned grim, and he said, "If I choose, are you really willing to spare my life?" After speaking, after seeing Yun Wenhe's nodding action, Yun Liao didn't want to directly draw the long sword with his backhand, and sent the long sword out, stabbing straight into the enemy in the mural.

There was a loud bang.

A large door to the left of the mural suddenly opened, revealing a long passageway.

The passage was pitch black and deep, and there was no light in sight, and nothing could be seen inside.

But despite this, Yun Liao still dodged into it as if he was running for his life, as if compared to this passage, the Yun Wenhe behind him was even more terrifying.

And from beginning to end, Yun Wenhe always looked at each other coldly, and after seeing the other party's figure disappear into the corridor, Fang Cai smiled gloomily, and a short dagger appeared between the flips of his right hand, and then pierced into the heart of the owner on the mural without hesitation.

"Boom ......"

There was another loud bang, and the door to the right side of the mural slowly opened, revealing a road as well.

It's just that unlike the previous road, this one is brightly lit, the walls are flanked by glowing spirit stones, and a large road leads straight to the depths of the cliff.

Yunwenhe was short, and he got into it at the moment......

At this time, in the black water, Zhao An showed an extremely painful expression on his face, trembling all over, his expression was full of joy and sorrow, and he almost wanted to go crazy!

And the giant python under him was constantly distorting, and his slender pupils were a little dilated, as if he was deeply trapped in the other party's illusion, and it was difficult to extricate himself.

In front of them, the rolling demonic qi frantically poured into the purple inner pill of the Dapeng bird, and even the surrounding water flow violently "gurgled", controlling Zhao An and the ruins to death.

"Come here......"

A deep voice came from the phantom of the Peng Bird that day, and followed the water waves into Zhao An's mind.

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