The old man in black stepped forward without the slightest hesitation, and directly entered a hole, Shangguan Yurong glanced at Yun Jiantian, and did not hesitate at random, let alone say hello, and walked in directly, many people are the same, maybe there is an opportunity here. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Yun Gongzi! Sure enough, I'll go first. Wang Shangneng smiled, said hello, and ignored it, and entered a cave door, Yun Jiantian was very strange, but he didn't say anything and nodded, and walked into a hole.

But before he could go in, he suddenly heard a scream, the sound came from the far left far on the far left of the hole opening, Yun saw that he looked back, there was only a pool of blood there, there was not even a body, just dead.

Without hesitation or timidity, he stepped forward, the hole was pitch black, and he couldn't see his five fingers, but there was a strange sound, like a drop of water.

Click! Da! Da!

With the sound of his footsteps, there was an incomparably silent and oppressive aura in the entire space, but Yun Jiantian did not hesitate, his spiritual power spread around, and he stepped forward step by step, and there seemed to be the sound of water flowing here.

The more Yun saw the sky, the more the moon could hear the accuracy of this sound, it was the sound of water droplets, and there was even a stream of water.

Although he couldn't see his five fingers, under the spiritual power of Yun Jiantian, it was even clearer than his own eyes, and he saw that there seemed to be some murals on the wall in the distance.

Yun Jiantian walked forward, step after step.

Wow! At this time, the whole air seemed to have undergone a lot of changes, and suddenly the lights around were bright, flickering, I don't know where the lights came from, anyway, there were countless lights around, and the clouds saw the sky and looked around, but they found that the light seemed to be generated from the surrounding walls.

Da! Da! Da!

It's still the same sound, Yun Jiantian looked at this time, there was a mural around, on the mural, countless dead leaves, just like autumn, next to the dead leaves were countless trees, and countless characters, there were sword dancers, there were refining bodies, and there were tea chatters.

It seems to be a perfect landscape, there seems to be a kind of most beautiful feedback, and in the upper left corner of the mural, a few large characters are clearly printed.

The Holy Land of the Dry Spirit Sect

The Holy Land of the Dry Spirit Sect? Yun Jiantian was shocked in his heart, and when he looked closely, he secretly wondered in his heart that this was the previous prosperity of the Dry Spirit Sect, thinking so in his heart, but he also believed it a little, because the pictures drawn above were all extremely prosperous, and even a powerful aura could be seen in them.

That is the foundation and strength of a sect, the power that can be fed back invisibly, although the Dry Spirit Sect has disappeared for hundreds or even thousands of years, but this kind of strength can still be seen from it.

Realize!

At this moment, Yun Jiantian seemed to see something, or a word, a word that came from taking a mural, but it was only fleeting, only flickering for a moment and then disappearing, as if it had never appeared.

Realize! Yun Jiantian no longer hesitated when he remembered this word, sat directly on the wet ground, sat cross-legged, memorized all the murals carefully in his memory, and then began to understand.

He didn't know what to realize, but he felt that there was something very mysterious that involuntarily attracted him, and let him involuntarily realize it.

On the mural, there are countless figures, the figures flickering, some lively, some noisy, cruel, and some quiet.

Yun Jiantian seemed to feel the living people, he clearly felt that the painting came to life, and he was one of them, and those people were like living creatures, sitting and doing their own things.

He seemed to see an exhausted old man, sitting on top of a huge bell, and although it didn't move, the huge bell he sat on still rang loudly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound kept ringing, but it seemed to be a kind of inheritance, a kind of inheritance that shocked the soul, Yun Jiantian was calm and concentrating, and kept feeling the bell, he seemed to feel something, but it was a little unpredictable.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

It's still like this, resounding and pounding, like a heartbeat.

Right! Heartbeat? Suddenly, Yun Jiantian seemed to think of something, and the sound of this kind of thing seemed to be a heartbeat, constantly beating, very rhythmic, and every time it seemed to have been brewing for a long time.

Is this a heartbeat? Yun Jiantian was so suspicious of this, and at this time, the bell, or the heartbeat, suddenly stopped and stopped ringing.

Forehead! Yun Jiantian felt that he could not breathe, and a breath of death instantly condensed on his body, if anyone could see it, he would see which pool of stagnant water Yun Jiantian's body was, constantly shivering, as if it was difficult to breathe.

At this moment, Yun Jiantian felt like this, he felt that he could not breathe, and he even had no heartbeat, and he stopped beating all of a sudden.

No! No! Yun Jiantian shouted, he didn't believe it, it would be like this, this was just a kind of realization, how could it be so real, he wanted to wake up, but he found that he was immersed in it, unable to extricate himself, and difficult to wake up at all.

Die? No? I can't die?

Yun Jiantian thought like this, and the despair on his body was slowly extending, but he still couldn't breathe, and his heart stopped beating.

Nope! Yun Jiantian roared angrily, this voice was extremely strong, but it still had no effect.

Really going to die? Yun Jiantian asked himself, the despair on his body became stronger and stronger, and that despair slowly pushed him up to his train of thought, as if he was sending himself to hell.

Die! Just die!

He was desperate, his whole body was in despair, his white hair seemed to tell himself that there was no hope of living, and the face on his face no longer deliberately pursued breathing, let alone heartbeat, just waiting for death.

Rumble! At this time, Yun Jiantian's body seemed to have a slight change, which was a change in momentum.

Boom!

The bell seemed to ring again, although it was only a short sound, but it seemed to represent something, just a sound, but Yun Jiantian's face changed suddenly.

No! I want to live! Yun Jiantian firmly told himself that despair could not overwhelm him at all, and he could only live in despair, and there was hope if he lived.

Rumble! The aura around his body suddenly surged, especially a sword intent, which raged even more, making the surrounding murals seem to crack open.

Despair sword intent increases, eighty percent despair sword intent.