The old Taoist priest took Qingluan to a whirlpool in the depths of the Sin Domain, and at this time, all seven people in the Sin Domain arrived. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A person who is half as tall as others, with silver hair flying all over his head, is the Sea Demon Star Sea Demon Suiliang. One was a forty-year-old scribe with white hair and a few neatly trimmed beards. One is a monk with an obese body and a Maitreya statue, with fate. The last person was a weak woman, carrying a guqin behind her, Qin Ji who covered her face with a light veil, plus the old Taoist, Xiaolian and Long Aotian, there were just seven people.

In front of them stood another person, Qingluan.

"Aotian, do you really plan to let this kid enter the ancient ruins?" Qin Ji doesn't seem to be optimistic about Qingluan until now. Several other people also looked at Long Aotian with the same eyes, and the monk had a compassionate expression.

Long Aotian nodded and said, "Since he is willing to go, then there is no need for us to stop it." ”

"Do you want us to go in together to protect him?" The monk asked.

"No, if we go in, we may also touch some mechanisms in the ancient ruins, which may not be good for him!" Long Aotian said: "Besides, we have other things to do, and we can't afford to be distracted over there. ”

The monk was silent, but finally nodded and stopped talking.

"Don't worry, seniors, I know the importance myself." Qingluan said with a smile.

The scribe Wen Liangyong walked over and patted Qingluan on the shoulder, and the others also stood in their respective positions, surrounding Qingluan in the middle.

In the end, Qin Ji took off the guqin behind her back, sat down cross-legged and sighed and stopped talking, put her hand on the piano, and a melodious sound of the piano sounded, stirring people's hearts.

In the end, the others each took out their own magic weapons, and the space tore a hole, and a dark passage appeared.

"Let's go inside!" Long Aotian handed Qingluan a token and said: "As soon as you enter the ancient ruins, you know whether you live or die, this token can allow you to find several exits to the ancient ruins, if you really can't stay there, use this to find the exit." ”

Qingluan took the token, thanked Long Aotian, and then said to the old Taoist priest Xu Yi: "Senior Xu, Xiaobai will trouble you to take care of it." Xu Yi nodded.

Qingluan entered the passage of the ancient ruins, he would not ask Long Aotian why others did not enter the ancient ruins, he felt a strong killing intent on the people when he picked them up, and that killing intent really crawled out of the sea of corpses and people, this kind of bloody thought that not many people dared to provoke the seven of them.

In the end, Qingluan's back disappeared from the dark channel, and Long Aotian and the others also collected their magic weapons and returned to their respective planets without any discussion.

At the end of the dark passage, all kinds of barrenness, all kinds of ruins and broken walls, all kinds of trees, and barren grass everywhere.

Countless ravines crisscrossed and rivers crisscrossed with dogs' teeth, and it was a barren scene, and even that day seemed to be torn into cracks.

When I came here, the smile in my mind was surprisingly quiet, and I didn't even know where my figure had gone.

Qingluan pulled out his spear, stepped on a piece of ruin, and looked around, what happened here seemed to be not long ago.

Although I looked at the dead silence, there was endless tension in my heart, and this tension came from the bottom of my heart, the urgency of animal instinct, a tension that my life was threatened.

"It's really dead!" Qingluan sighed softly, obviously there was no sound in his ears, but in his heart was a galloping horse.

He walked forward, and every step seemed to be a staggered death, and his energy was drastically depleted, and after a hundred steps he was already sweating and his clothes were soaked.

"What the hell?!" Qingluan smiled bitterly in his heart and took a hundred and one steps. He eventually chose to sit down and regain his energy.

"Yu Xiao, come out and talk." Qingluan called in the sea of knowledge, but he couldn't hear half a reply from Yu Xiao, Qingluan laughed at this Yu Xiao and really hid to be a turtle at the critical moment!

After recovering for a while, there was a change in the place where he was sitting, which made Qingluan more and more uneasy, and he had to get up and walk forward.

"This is the rhythm of life and death." Qingluan complained.

The divine consciousness was exhausted, the torn sky suddenly became powerful, the temperature plummeted and it was cold and biting, the soaked clothes suddenly became ice, and the eyebrows and hair were covered with a layer of frost, even if Qingluan touched the threshold of body refining, he still couldn't resist the cold, and his body trembled. Maybe a dozen steps forward, this cold weather will become like a barbecue, steaming the ice cubes in an instant, and the sweat will evaporate before you can wet your clothes......

Invisible dangers in the ancient ruins can appear at any time, sometimes they are a remnant of sword energy, sometimes a spell that has not been wiped out by time, or some trap that has not yet lost its effect.

These dangers have dragged time out wirelessly, in fact, Qingluan has only walked three or four miles, and the time has only passed for two hours, but he seems to feel that he has gone through countless years.

A person walking in a direction that is indistinct, there is no end, there is no human being, and there is not even a little room for sound, loneliness will dry up perseverance bit by bit, even a cultivator like Qingluan will not be able to jump over this boundless loneliness.

Qingluan sometimes deliberately makes a little noise to eliminate the loneliness that grows in his heart, and Cen Jinyue is his only support now.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at a deep ravine in front of him, straight and steep, and the tip of the spear plunged straight down, cutting through the abyss.

"It's, guns!" Qingluan was terrified, the gun intent in the abyss had not completely disappeared, exuding a terrifying power.

Qingluan suddenly looked back, could this be the meaning of existence in the ancient ruins!

Martial arts are stylish, godly, and more intentional, the easiest to learn, just put on a posture, the average martial artist can achieve it, and it is much more difficult to learn God, but there are also many martial artists who can be god-like, and the most difficult to learn, even if the same kind of martial arts will have different intentions under the cultivation of different people. Even if it is the same person, using the same kind of martial arts will have different meanings in different situations, and this kind of meaning is difficult to imitate.

Qingluan sat down cross-legged, experienced the abyss gun intent, and never forgot the ability to deeply remember this gun intent, although it could not be a full picture, eight or nine times out of ten there was still it, but just this moment of time, Qingluan could no longer sit, the gun intent had begun to prepare to devour the enemy in front of it, Qingluan had to get up and walk, thousands of ravines are these ten million meanings, this ancient ruins are simply a huge treasure trove of martial arts.

It also contains a lot of magic truths, but Qingluan can't understand why such a powerful ancient would disappear, he has been studying all the way, but he no longer feels lonely, he can copy it, first learn a god, and then cultivate his mind. If you can't copy it, you will forcibly write it down, and one day you may have a detailed reference.

Qingluan had traveled more than ten miles unconsciously, but it had already taken him a day, and the bones of different animals and humans had begun to appear here, and most of the bones flashed with this strange brilliance.

Most of these bones are incomplete, and I don't know if they have been corrupted by age or because of the tragic war in the ancient ruins.

But Qingluan didn't think too much about it, in short, this is not something he can manage, even if he is in this battle, I'm afraid he can only go with the flow, maybe he doesn't even have the ability to protect himself.

There is a palace in front of me, the palace is in a mess all around, but the palace hall is still complete, this palace should be a mile away, looking at the hall can see the grandeur of the year, but now it has become deserted.

Qingluan stepped up and walked towards the palace, this mile Qingluan walked very long, one mile has passed, but the palace is still a mile away, and another mile is still the same, so back and forth several times, the distance remains the same.

"Mirage!"

Qingluan suddenly sounded a strange magic circle recorded in an ancient book, which can make things or people that are obviously far away seem close, but you can never find his correct position, if you insist on catching up, then you can only die of exhaustion.

"Since my eyes can't find you, then I don't need to use my eyes!"

In the dangerous ancient ruins, Qingluan closed his eyes and carefully felt everything around him, the martial bones had not been abolished, he could still use the martial bones to find things, but unfortunately, the old man's fiddling with the formation was obviously much stronger, and he could not find the location of the palace.

In fact, Qingluan's method Long Aotian and they had already tried it, but they didn't use it at all, and Xiaolian, who was the most proficient in the magic circle, also tried to unlock the magic circle, but she found that this magic circle was completely beyond her cognitive range, and she didn't even have a clue about it, so they let them return in vain every time.

In fact, they can also observe the vertical and horizontal ravines like Qingluan, but their cultivation is too high, and they are very conceited, so conceited that they have already ignored the things contained in these ravines.

Qingluan chased to the side of a river, and decided not to chase the ethereal palace anymore, focusing on studying the meaning on the ground. If he continues to chase like this, he will also fall into the blind spot of treasure hunting that Long Aotian and the others have fallen into, only knowing that there are treasures in the palace, but forgetting the treasures that are close at hand.

But when he noticed the river, he was shocked, the whole river was dark red, the color of blood, and the river flowed slowly but not downward, but upward, extremely slowly but without interruption.

"It's weird!"

He looked up along the river, far and deep.

"Where does the river go?" Walking forward along the river, a thick bloody breath came from the upper stream, making him almost nauseous.

The more you go upstream, the more voices come out of the river, first very faint, but then more and more clear, like a battlefield cry, and it seems to be very unwilling, chaotic.

Getting closer, Qingluan himself didn't know how long he had walked, the palace that was far and near suddenly appeared in front of him at this moment, allowing him to see a spectacular and terrifying scene at this moment, a blood-colored river hung upside down, flowing into the palace, and the two statues that had been standing again since ancient times were majestic, exuding a slashing momentum.

There are reliefs carved on the walls of the palace, there are mountains and rivers, trees, houses, people and beasts, and there are many strange words.

At this moment, the giant palace door that had been closed slowly opened at this moment, making a burst of clicking sounds.