September 28, 1010 in the solar calendar.

Far north, the city of the Falling Snow Emperor.

What should have been the same as in the past is just an ordinary day that belongs to countless late autumn hours.

The atmosphere is always lofty and capricious.

It doesn't matter if you're busy or excited.

In a trance, it was as clear as the sky that had nothing to do with itself, quietly exuding that dazzling brilliance.

Today, for the high sky, it is also an ordinary day of calm and calm. It's just a little hazy, and it's clear that at the end of autumn, for the earth, it's just a familiar atmosphere of sadness, and it's dull after all.

No matter how noisy the voices are, no matter how busy the lives of the monks are.

Just like the rain of the end at this moment.

The sound of the rain seems to be the reluctance and attachment of this final autumn day, but it is helpless and sad.

After all, it can't be stopped.

What should be gone is still to be left.

Good things stand quietly.

It was another drizzle, but the wet coolness was raging with the cold wind, and there were countless fallen flowers and withered plants.

The Ancient Emperor's Secret Realm opened yesterday.

Thousands of monks poured into it like locusts in transit. For the so-called opportunities and changing their lives against the sky, most of them have a vision for the future in their hearts, and they are obsessed with the tomorrow that exists in their imaginations.

Therefore, we will definitely lead by example.

At this moment, the development of events has exceeded the expectations of all the monks.

The hearts of every monk who broke into the secret realm of the ancient emperor were filled with bursts of coldness at this moment, just like the gloomy sky at this moment, the color full of dead silence made most of the peerless Tianjiao present couldn't help but tremble.

All of you here in the secret realm have had many experiences and adventures, and there are countless experiences and book teachings in the torrent of history, which should have a deep understanding of it, and it can be described as meticulous to the mountains and rivers.

However, the monks who had explored this place all night, as they got to know each other more deeply, the more a chill spread in their hearts.

And at this moment, there is a slanting wind and cool rain on Yan Chunxia's face, which is riding under his feet, the huge red feather fire phoenix. The bird's eyes are like torches, and suddenly bursts of flames evaporate the rain between heaven and earth into smoke, and a hazy mist rises under your feet.

But the rain is inexhaustible, and it is in vain.

Yan Chunxia frowned.

The strange development has gone beyond what was originally thought.

The secret realm opened at sunset yesterday, according to common sense, the secret realm is as warm as spring, bright and vibrant. The cemetery, on the other hand, should be as dark as the abyss and full of life.

Last night was a wonderful world like spring, a beauty that only existed in fantasy, and wild flowers and plants were thriving and colorful. There is a spirit wood that is verdant and vigorous, reaching to the sky. And it is the singing of birds and flowers, the mountains and flowing water, like a paradise in history, which makes people feel beautiful, and can't help but have a sense of depravity in it.

And now, the deeper the casual go, the more cold and warm it becomes, replaced by a graveyard-like ethereal emptiness, a tingling charm, a burning sensation of death eroding the skin.

Yan Chunxia will never admit mistakes.

Now he walks alone in this abyss, even if his eyes are like flames and the night is like day, it is difficult to penetrate the smoke, but it is difficult to stop the killing in the game.

In the dark night and rain, Yan Chunxia looked at the beautiful flowers growing in the middle of a dark river.

The whole body of the flower is as white as jade, especially eye-catching in the night, like a delicate and shy girl, in the rain it looks a little weak and miserable, blooming alone with a few petals, the stamen is even more condensed like a dreamlike color.

Yan Chunxia frowned, looking at the eyes of several monks by the river, already bewitched by them, falling into hallucinations, walking into the abyss in joy, lost in the deep abyss.

And the flower is close at hand, seemingly within reach, but in fact it is thousands of miles away, like a star that is beyond reach.

This dark river has great oddities and secrets.

Yan Chunxia secretly noted that similar rivers should never be touched.

This is by no means something that I can fight with now.

At this moment, the person who appeared beside him silently was a sloppy middle-aged Taoist, but at this moment, the previous sense of decadence was swept away, and it became sharp and cold.

"In the hot spring and summer, there is a big weirdness here!"

Wuyin's expression was solemn at the moment, obviously he had experienced something terrible, so he thought that this place was different.

Yan Chunxia frowned.

"No hidden, is this a secret realm, or a cemetery?"

Wuyin's expression was extremely solemn.

"This place is full of murderous machines, the killing and bloody aura is too strong, and even the aura of this place has the violence of a fierce beast!"

Yan Chunxia rode on the huge red feather fire phoenix, his eyes as sharp as a sword. As if trying to expel the drizzle and mist around him, the gradually condensing smoke seemed to have a trace of corrosiveness, and when it dripped on his body, he actually felt a trace of burning.

No hidden heart was shocked.

"What the hell is this place?"

In the hot spring and summer, the red feather fire phoenix suddenly spread its wings and soared to the lofty sky, gaining a vision that can be described as despising the world.

The eyes of the hot spring and summer are like blazing flames, the dusky color is like an ancient meteor, the more the sky is above, the more hot the rain at the end of autumn is, dripping on the cheeks, there is a pain.

Yan Chunxia's eyes turned into flames, and he had mysterious and unpredictable abilities.

The flames cut through the layers of smoke, taking in the earth, mountains and rivers.

Countless treasures of heaven and earth are shining, and the dreamlike colors have made countless monks crazy, and under the absolute temptation, they have no time to care about their own lives, like wolves and tigers, one after another, scrambling to fall.

There are also monks with great luck who snatched a powerful spirit weapon, which is a superb spirit sword that blooms with a color like clouds on the other side.

The monk couldn't contain his excitement, and he was in the middle of laughing.

Heaven and hell are just a matter of thought.

The sudden huge spirit python was like an unexpected death, sending people and gods to hell without even realizing it.

The giant python opened its blood-colored mouth, and its movements were as fast as thunder, and it was like an autumn wind transiting, silent. In the blink of an eye, it devoured the monk who was excited.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

This scene is not single, the bloody pictures appear in various areas, and the temptation brought by the future is incomparably great, so that at this moment there is a trance, the danger of ignoring the status quo.

This place is full of murderous machines.

Another monk stepped into the forbidden land that was absolutely impossible to enter in the smoke, and the overwhelming killing array was suddenly activated, and the product from the torrent of history, even today, was still not dim, and in the blink of an eye, the monk was crushed into dust.

Yan Chunxia narrowed her eyes.

At the critical juncture, the greed of human nature is magnified several times or even a hundred times, and selfish desires swallow themselves like an abyss, fall into the demonic path, and carry out acts outside the heavenly path.

That disgusting behavior abounds here as well.

Intrigue and hidden murder.

One wrong step will end up dead without a body.

The hot spring and summer are a little trance.

It also suppressed the restlessness that surged in the heart, and when the aura was running, there was a trace of stagnation, and the air with violent emotions seemed to be the catalyst that ignited the desires of human nature, magnifying the desires in the hearts of human nature several times, and since then it has gone to the abyss of darkness.

Yes, killing is nothing more than a nod of the head.

Yan Chun and Xia were shocked.

What kind of secret place is this place?

How can it be so gloomy.

It is far from the ordinary secret realm, and it can even be said that it is very different. Yu is not so much a unique secret realm, but rather a tomb of an evil demon lord.

The hot spring and summer startled.

The arrogant Red Feather Fire Phoenix suddenly burst into flames, carrying ten thousand red flames, and suddenly dyed the sky and earth into the color of the sunset, and even the rain that fell in a small area evaporated because of this, and the blazing flames raged in the sky, but the Red Feather Fire Phoenix at this moment was like the overlord in the sky, arrogant and inviolable.

Yan Chunxia's brows furrowed tightly, and her eyes stared at one place.

Is that.

"Are you the Yan Chun Xia who is known as the "Little Yan Emperor"?"

The words of the comer were a little indifferent, mixed with some mockery, and there was a sense of unique dignity in the tone, like the pride of the sky.

Yan Chun and Xia felt unwell.

What was reflected in that blazing gaze.

It is a man, wearing a black coat, with a tall figure and a handsome face, slightly long as inky black silk swaying, and his pupils are as dark as an abyss.

His expression was solemn and dignified, like a robot that was never expressionless, and he seemed to be emotionless, a messenger from hell, exuding a coldness like this atmosphere.

The man floated in the air, without joy or care.

Standing quietly, as if it was the end of autumn at this moment.

Yan Chunxia replied.

"Demon cultivator?"

The man in black actually nodded, openly, without concealing his identity at all, just standing so upright and confident, calm and serious.

"Is silence a certainty?"

"Then I've found the right person. ”

"Many innocent people have been killed for this. ”

Yan Chunxia stared coldly.

The cool breeze carries the drizzle of late autumn, dripping into this world of dark colors, and at the end of autumn, when everything is scattered, even in the secret realm, it is difficult to escape the cycle of the four seasons.

In the void, there is a mist lingering, and even the dark tones of the spirit soldiers and earth treasures with various colors of light are difficult to embellish the ink-like picture.

Excessively shady.

"Then pay for the innocent people, for what you have done. ”

Yan Chunxia stood quietly, above the red feather fire phoenix that scorched the sky like a sunset.

The cold gaze makes people fall into an ice cellar.

The black-clothed demon cultivator had been like this since the beginning, his face was old-fashioned and solemn, like a dead corpse.