The ghost boss's reverse psychic locks the space with the residual breath of Zuo Ye in the Longmen Cave, and then finds the intact bone body possession spirit nearby to outline the formation pattern to connect the two ends. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info said it easily, but it was extremely difficult to operate in practice, and Rao is the boss of the bone clan also took several twists and turns to do it.

The long yellow sand is flying, and it is difficult to scorch. An obscene skeleton ghost is worshipping a piece of clear light.

Shout!

The light rises and falls, like waves. A dark figure walked out of the clear light, awe-inspiring, like a demon returning.

Such a domineering shadow, the skeleton ghost trembled and bowed non-stop. Zuo Ye exhaled lightly, but he didn't expect that the ghost boss's psychic guidance was actually on the eighth floor of the Longmen Cave, and it was also his last place to 'sit'.

The skeleton ghost also paid homage to him with a flattering face, and Zuo Ye glanced at it, I don't know which monk buried in the secret realm withered bones, and was set up by the ghost boss.

"Stay with me for a while." Zuo Ye bent his fingers a little, and saw the skeleton ghost shrink and jump into the sleeve of his robe, without any extra movement.

"Now that you're back, ...... Well? "Zuo Yegang wanted to go deep into the secret realm to the fourth layer of the secret realm to complete the deployment, and he didn't want to hear a strange sound from a hundred zhang away at this time.

"Is it a monk's fighting method?" Hearing the fluctuation of the array of mana, Zuo Ye knew it in his heart, but it was strange that the most active area with the progress of the trial should be on the fifth and sixth layers, and the disciples of the various Tianjiao sects were deep in the fourth layer.

And Guan Flu is a group of Xuangong Realm cultivators fighting methods, and the true qi cultivation is profound, and they should be elite disciples of various sects, they are not looking for opportunities at the sixth or fifth layers of the secret realm, what are they doing here.

Before the other party found out, the left night hid in the yellow sand, silently sneaking.

The palm wind is fierce, the fist is shaking the sky, the streamer of the spell hitting the blout flashes the sky, Zuo Ye sneaked over to see six monks in mid-air, three or three catch the right, the magic light appears frequently, and the lore spell is at your fingertips, judging from the fluctuation of the spell, two of them are in the late stage of the Xuangong and opened up the five palaces, and there are four Xuangong Xuanxiu in the middle of the Xuangong.

The strength of cultivation is so close, if it is said that it is a chance encounter, I am afraid that no one will believe it. So what did they do on the eighth floor.

"Are they here for something?" The strength of these people is not low, it is impossible for them to come here to make an appointment, if they come to hunt for treasures, what treasures in the eighth layer of the secret realm make them so troublesome.

The Sea Star Formation is swaying the power of consciousness, and a terrain like the eighth layer will not be an above-ground building at all, even if it is, the opportunity is either shielded with a special formation, or it is underground.

Originally, Zuo Ye was just a random temptation, after all, the strength of the two sides is similar, unless something happens, it will be difficult to distinguish the winner for a while.

Consciousness penetrates the ground and wanders like a little thick ink in the water. According to his thoughts, if there is really a treasure, it will not be very far from the place where they are fighting, otherwise it will make people vigilant. Although this was only a speculation by Zuo Ye, the discovery of the Mindfulness confirmed this speculation.

"Huh? There really is.

Zuo Ye, who always paid attention to the fighting methods of the two sides, suddenly raised the corners of his mouth. Although it was a whim, he stopped to watch the battle, but since he guessed that there might be a treasure hidden under this square circle, there was an obsession lingering in his heart. Zuo Ye sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was like.

After glancing at the battlefield again, he sneaked around in the left night and decided to go there to have a look. He had a feeling that they hadn't explored the place yet. As for why he is so determined, Zuo Ye can't say, it's a kind of spiritual sense anyway.

It was thirty miles away, and it was buried more than two hundred feet underground. The reason why I can find this place is also strange, when the left night emitted a mind, the power of consciousness that extended in that direction was attracted by a strange force, and finally it was like a mud cow into the sea, and I didn't know where to go.

What's even more strange is that Zuo Ye didn't notice the loss of his consciousness. Some treasure hiding places will have arrangements to block the mind, and some can even forcibly erase the power of the mind, so that the explorer can hurt the sea of awareness. But it's really strange like Zuo Ye.

"Looks like I'm going to have to see it myself."

Inevitably let them notice, Zuo Ye carefully avoided the battlefield, went around a big circle before locking the place, dug a dark passage from the side, broke through the yellow sand layer of more than ten zhang, and sneaked down.

Different from the soft and dense yellow sand, under the yellow sand is a thousand-turn Yongdao passage, long and roundabout, some wide, some narrow, not like a natural formation, but like some monsters, and the further down, the more strange the left night is, here is a sense of familiarity.

The terrain is like a labyrinth, and it takes a lot of time to guide you even if you have the knowledge to guide you. Zuo Ye calculated in his heart, and finally summoned a black demonic flame in his palm.

Rumble!

I saw him slap his palm, and the smoke and dust flew up, winding into a thoroughfare in an instant. As the scattered stones fell downward, the speed of this dive was really much faster than looking for a passage back and forth, and after a dozen bombardments, the downward speed of the left night suddenly slowed down like a volley floating in the air, and the surrounding scenery fell into boundless darkness, even if the mind and exploration were useless. Not perceiving the danger, Zuo Ye simply dispersed the insolent demon flame and braked quietly.

Zuo Ye is like being in a black hole, deprived of five senses and six senses, no time, no sound, no light, only the fear and coldness that continues to spread in the darkness of his heart. He had also been sealed with his five senses, so he naturally knew what it was like, if it was a few years ago, maybe he would really know the Tao, but unfortunately the ups and downs of the years have given this twelve or thirteen-year-old boy a strong will and persistence that is rare in the world.

Letting that fear rage, a pair of amber divine flames in the endless darkness are like eternal light, bringing light to the world, but they are the only aliens who do not yield to the way of heaven in this world.

Left Night was immersed in darkness, and his figure was slowly diving at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. Like the bottom of the dark abyss, the suffocating pressure is like the cry of the night demon, which does not enter people's ears and is aimed at people's hearts.

Behind the dark curtain, Zuo Ye's short life emerges, from the croaking to the bits and pieces of life, from the awakening of the innate sea of knowledge to the difficult tribulation along the way. This darkness magnifies the pain of life, blurs the happiness and warmth behind it, if the heart is not strong, it will be defeated and retreated by this unbearable suffering, and will be tortured to madness.

From beginning to end, Zuo Ye never ran the Dao method to resist the demons in his heart. There is no evasion, dodging, self-deception. His eyes were always unwavering, recalling the changes in his past experience, and simply enduring the unbearable pain with his spiritual will.

Maybe this is the test of the treasure place, but for him, it is not only a tempering of his state of mind, but also a re-picking up what he has forgotten.

Father, mother, eldest brother, sister......

The figure that quietly appeared in the midnight dream, every time it was so blurry. At first, Zuo Ye could still prevaricate that he forgot to remember the mutilation, it turned out that he never dared to easily touch the deepest and most painful pain in his heart, this pain was not enough to compare even if it was a thousand times the torture of Shen Zhuji, even if it was the pain of peeling and tearing the sea of knowledge, it was not enough to compare.

The pain in the world may be forgotten when you heal the scars. But this pain, when you heal, the scar is still bloody, and the pain is unspeakable.

He didn't go crazy, he didn't cry blood, but his face was cold, and he let the tears fall one by one. Behind the calmness, there is unspeakable sadness, and it is difficult to regret again. What about revenge? What about the storm? Without those people who are happy for you, rejoice in you, you are doomed to be alone, doomed to be lost.

"Even so, my heart is not hesitant"

A slight cry, an inaudible firmness, but in the depths of the darkness set off a sudden sky-breaking storm.

Wow!

The endless night instantly cracked into countless fragments, like a burst of light and rain, and you can also see a picture in the fragments, with the charm of a hundred flowers, laughter and joy, when there is a cradle, the mother's murmuring songs, there is a sunset dusk, and the warmth of the family is touched. Zuo Ye stood in the center of the light and rain, tilting his head, and the uncontrollable tears fell on the fragments and scattered into small flowers, suspended and weightless generally hovering around him.

A light sigh makes everything dust return to dust, and dust returns to earth. Suddenly, he was unwilling, and there was no reason for him to continue to lose his soul in the delusion of illusory memories.

This road will continue after all, even if it is wrong, even if it is alone.

When I opened my hazy teary eyes, the endless darkness had long since receded behind me. Zuo Ye was in a strange place, and before he could investigate carefully, he was shocked to find that he couldn't say that he had really been to this place.

"Underground sinkhole?!"

Although the dark wall that I encountered before was not as weird as the outer layer, the scene in front of me was the same as the underground sinkhole, except that there were not so many stalactite pillars that contained spiritual power.

About ten zhang in front of him, a dark and mottled stone pillar rose from the ground, and the top of it sank into the darkness, and there was no end in sight.

Entering here, Zuo Ye found that the consciousness power that had disappeared was attached to the stone pillar, and when his mind moved, the wisp of consciousness power returned to the sea of consciousness quite reluctantly.

The moment he retracted his thoughts, Zuo Ye's face was strange, this kind of strangeness can't be said, and I don't know how many times this feeling has occurred today. And the source of the problem should be on this stone pillar.

I vaguely remember that after the innate sea of knowledge was forcibly deprived by Su Moliubai, the monk Futi said that he wanted to make up for the healing with another innate sea of knowledge, and that sea of knowledge was the stone platform that he obtained by gathering the spiritual power contained in the stone forest in the underground sinkhole.

Although I don't remember the process in the middle, the stone platform was judged to be indeed an innate sea of knowledge under the appraisal of the gods later, and it was the innate sea of knowledge of the star system, which was very consistent with his own sea of knowledge.

Whether it is the favor of heaven or a coincidence, the fate of heaven and earth is created between this peck and drink, and the reason is not clear.

With the experience of the last time, Left Night's footsteps moved to the side of the stone pillar in an instant. Gently caressing his hand and feeling the breath left over by the years, Zuo Ye poured his thoughts into it and carefully comprehended it.

A hideous beast head flashed in the sea of knowledge, and Zuo Ye was suddenly hit by the fierce and domineering aura of an ancient flood in the stone pillar. The palm that was covered with it was like an electric shock, and his heart palpitated, and Zuo Ye got a hint of understanding from his mind.

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