Qingshan Town, the scene of singing and drinking and singing girls in the past has been completely replaced by the ruins in front of you.

The tide receded, and all that was left was a devastation.

Originally, most of the wooden attics on both sides of the bluestone road have been washed away, and the Dalian pier pillars are scattered in all directions, and wails are everywhere.

When the water in the Yin Ghost Forest spread, the soldiers guarding the gate tower of the Apocalypse Pass could have avoided the sudden disaster.

But when they saw a white line in the desert, everyone's face was puzzled, and they didn't know what it was.

For the iron-blooded man who has been guarding here for many years, he has long been accustomed to seeing the strange scenes inside and outside the gate, the outside of the gate is as hot as a steamer, and the inside of the gate is as cold as winter, and the strangeness in the eyes of outsiders is ordinary in their eyes.

But when the water at the end of the desert spread, they still stopped their movements, and they stopped to look at the daughter wall of the city.

The yellow desert mixed with the white water made a thunderous sound like a thousand horses galloping.

"It's a flood!"

They came to their senses in the face of the sweeping white waves, and the people on the city walls shouted to those below to close the gates.

It was too late, Shui Bo was like a fierce beast, rushing through the stone gate of the Apocalypse Pass, which was as heavy as Mount Tai, and swept towards Guanshan Town.

All the visitors from Guanshan Town were drowned in the water, and only one person with a high cultivation level escaped the disaster. And those unarmed ordinary people can only drift away with the tide.

This is the reason why "the people suffer when they prosper, and when they die, the people suffer!"

The tide has receded, leaving only the damp yellow sand all over the ground, and a wine flag is planted at the end of the original bluestone paved path, but now the flagpole is gone, leaving only the flag post...

In the Yin Ghost Forest, the child-like cowherd boy sighed.

"What should have come is still coming, thousands of years of peace are just a snap of a finger after all!"

"Resurgence, there was a Void Emperor in that era, but where is the Void Emperor in this era?"

Although the pastor was young, he was old-fashioned when he spoke, and a bamboo flute appeared in his hand at some point.

"The east of the great river goes to the wind and clouds, the waves roll the wild sand heroes, the millennium of the world has passed by, and the old face of the old people ...... gone"

The shepherd boy played the bamboo flute alone, and the song was sad and sad, as if it had penetrated the endless years and returned to eternity...

If Qing Ming was here, he would be surprised that the shepherd boy in front of him was the boy who broke the demon with the sound of a flute in Los Angeles.

Inside the ruins.

Qing Ming was covered in bruises, and the aura in his body was about to be exhausted, but the coral unicorn had no intention of letting him go.

It's not so much that the coral unicorn won't let him go, it's that it hates the five-star stone in his hand.

If it weren't for it, it wouldn't have fallen to this point, sealed here for thousands of years.

So he hated this black stone, but it didn't dare to approach, the starlight emitted by the five-star stone made the coral unicorn sound the person, that person made it afraid, as one of the ten fierce people in the primeval world, it was not afraid of the heavens and the earth, but it was afraid of that person.

He created all the cages.

The man with the wolf mask.

......The more he thought about it, the angrier the Coral Unicorn became, if it weren't for him, why would it have fallen here.

Qing Ming was shaken away by this roar, and the whole person fell like a kite with a broken string.

At this time, he had also reached the point where the oil was exhausted, the aura in his body was completely exhausted, the five-star stone in his hand was separated from his palm, and the light gradually faded.

"It turns out that you, like me, have also come to this point" Qing Ming smiled bitterly.

And not far in front of him, the huge paws of the coral unicorn were above him, falling with him.

Qing Ming felt very tired, and in his mind, the Changting Continent covered with phoenix flowers appeared in front of him again.

The long pavilion on the continent is short and short, and the breeze blows the wind chimes at the corner of the pavilion.

The wind chimes gradually drifted away, the bell drifted through the bamboo house, reflecting the smiling faces of the two children frolicking each other, on the edge of the outer corridor of the house, a middle-aged man with a kind face, sitting, one hand sleeve breeze, the other hand pinching the chess game.

"Master, Senior Brother!" Qing Ming smiled, his eyes were extremely tired, and then he slowly closed his eyes.

However, at the moment when he was unconscious, there was a long flute sound in his ears.

Déjà vu, where have you heard of it?

Before he could remember, the last shred of his consciousness collapsed, and he fell into the utter darkness......

I don't know how long it took, Qing Ming felt that he was floating in an incomparably dark ocean, this feeling had been experienced before, he couldn't find a direction, he didn't have any goal.

Like a soulless shell drifting with the flow, without a mind and without a soul.

A light was pouring down from ahead, lighting up the darkness around him, his eyes brightening, and thoughts converging in his mind.

The dull eyes had a hint of brilliance at this time.

The sky was getting brighter and brighter, and he was like a moth, desperately pounced on the "firelight".

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a bright inn bed.

"You're awake!" suddenly came a voice from beside him.

Qing Ming turned his head to look, only to see Yu Han still standing by the bed in black, with a happy look on his face.

"Qing Ming!"

"Young Boy!"

Song Xuan and Xing Jingling behind Yu Han also leaned forward, and there was a middle-aged man next to the two of them, that was Xing Boluo.

"This is ......" Qing Ming's consciousness was still blurred, and in the last moments of his coma, he watched as the coral unicorn stepped down.

It stands to reason that he should be lying in the icy waters of the ruins by now, and the coral unicorn's all-day cover of the sun thinks he can't handle it.

But the truth is that he is lying on this warm bed in good shape.

He looked at the four people around him, trying to see what was going on in their eyes, but he was disappointed because they were looking at him with puzzled eyes.

Obviously, they also wanted to find out what was going on inside the ruins from him.

In this way, both sides look at me, I look at you, no one said a word, and the scene was extremely quiet.

"You've been in a coma for seven days and seven nights!" As if to break the embarrassment in front of him, Yuhan took the lead in speaking.

"When we found you, you were lying in that pool of water on the outskirts of the Yin Ghost Forest, but all the water there disappeared out of thin air at that time!" Song Xuan said.

Qing Ming couldn't help but be stunned, he really didn't know about these changes that had taken place in Mobei, and Song Xuan immediately briefly recounted them.

"In short, in a word, Mobei became Wang Yang, and then Wang Yang disappeared again, the desert is still a desert, don't look at me with such questioning eyes, what I said is the truth!" Song Xuan pouted and looked at Qing Ming and said.

"Song Xuan Gongzi is right, these changes have indeed occurred in Mobei, maybe it is related to the ruins, can you tell us what happened to the ruins? The water body on the periphery of the Yin Ghost Forest has disappeared, which means that the ruins of the Zhou River have also disappeared from people's field of vision, or have sunk into the depths of the desert again. Xingboluo said.

Qing Ming immediately outlined how he evaded the pursuit of the coral unicorn in the ruins, and finally fell into a coma, and the last scene should be that he died under the coral unicorn's feet, but he was lying here.

After hearing this, the faces of the four people were even more puzzled, could it be that Qing Ming himself could escape from the ruins through the void, even if he had the ability, but at that time he was in a coma, and it was impossible for him to escape by himself.

"By the way, at the moment when my consciousness completely disappeared, I vaguely heard the sound of the flute, yes, it was the sound of the flute!" Qing Ming frowned, he thought it was a delusion at the time, but now it seems that someone must have saved him and rescued him from the ruins.

"The sound of the flute?" The four of them looked at each other, so that Qing Ming was able to come out of the ruins after being unconscious, and there was a reasonable explanation.

A mighty man saved him from the coral unicorn, one of the ten most primeval beasts.

"By the way, when we carried you back, you held this thing tightly in your palm!" Song Xuan seemed to remember something, and took out something from the side.

It is an ink-colored stone vein token, the token is not big, but it is very simple, the veins on it are like the folds of the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, the veins are intertwined and overlapped, enclosing an ancient "saint" character.