"Divine corpse"

Wu Qiu trembled, her charming and slender body cold.

It was terrible, the scene was shocking, such a huge corpse, half kneeling on the ground, against the door, the ribs in the chest were sticking out, and there was even blood wriggling.

Such a picture is too cruel to imagine.

If she hadn't seen some big scenes in the past, she would definitely vomit, which really made people's hearts flutter and their scalps chilled.

"Don't move, there's the vine behind you, rooted in a bone!"

Ji Yi said softly, and at the same time, the blood on his fingers was glowing, and wisps of runes were burning.

The vine shrank back, silently entrenched above the bronze door.

Its root is from the arm bone of this giant corpse, and it is densely entangled, and if it weren't for Ji Yi's powerful soul, it would be almost impossible to find it.

"This place is indeed related to Li Xian, there is her intention, and the traces of her Taoism exist" Ji Yi whispered in his heart.

His guess was right, combined with the text of the Star Clan, which mentioned the Cloud Emperor, so he could deduce some from it.

The key to this vast bronze hall under the Red Immortal Ridge is in the bloodline of the Cloud Emperor.

Even Ji Yi felt that this was not Li Xian's tomb, but a legacy left by Li Xian for the Yun Empress people!

After the Three Ancient Tribulations, the Cloud Emperor left his last hope and let Li Xian pass it on, which may include the Yun Emperor's entrustment.

The Ming Yu Dynasty, thirty-one years later, the Yun Emperor put all the bloodlines he could bring into the wasteland, avoiding the darkness.

Naturally, the price he paid was unimaginable.

However, the Yun Emperor's merits have been passed through the ages, and they have been passed down to the world, and Li Xian at that time admired them, not only accepting the fire of hope, but also taking the regrets of the Cloud Emperor together.

Ji Yi guessed that Li Xian's last disappearance should have been to enter the wasteland and find the bloodline of the Cloud Emperor.

And this Red Immortal Ridge was left by her for the Yun Empress people.

"Let's go to the left"

The two of them moved to the side, passing through the center of the corpse, and looking back, they could see an amazing scene.

The magic vine moved, and quickly shuttled towards the crack in the door, not just three, but seven or eight, incredibly fast, like pitch-black lightning, but silent, without a trace of spirit.

Outside the door, the shouts of killing burst out, all kinds of screams, but they didn't breathe, and they fell silent again.

When Ji Yi and Wu Qiu saw it, their scalps were numb.

This kind of creature is really incomprehensible, so strong that it is terrifying, and even Ji Yi can't see what the true strength of this magic vine is.

Because it is so well restrained, it is a natural hunter, insidious and cunning, extremely intelligent, and especially very cautious!

The two turned back, no longer bothered, and marched into the depths.

This bronze hall is different from the original one, it is very large, it really looks like an underground ruin, full of ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

"Where does the material of this bronze come from, it can give birth to ancient medicines and derive alternative creatures"

In one hall, it was very empty, and there was hardly anything.

However, the bronze wall is full of dazzling plants, glittering with a strong breath of life.

These plants and trees, which grow very strangely, are rooted in bronze, is it possible that they absorb the essence of this bronze to reproduce themselves?

"Their roots are dangling" Wu Qiu stepped forward, plucked a grass, and looked closely.

As a result, she was equally shocked that the root was not connected to the bronze, but was born out of thin air.

"Strange plants and trees, extracting the essence of the air" Ji Yi analyzed, cut off a flower, and took out the stamens.

As a result, a spiritual shadow appeared on the stamen, delicate and graceful, like a flower fairy, sucking and spreading the spiritual energy around it.

"There is a substance of creation coming out from the depths, and we can't feel it, but this kind of creature is very keen, and instinctively grasps it."

The two of them did not linger any longer, and after exploring several bronze halls, they rushed to the depths.

On the way, even they noticed that the air was fragrant, the taste was pleasant, and in one breath and one exhale, even the spirit and spirit were nourished, full and refreshed.

The bodies of the two were glowing, and their muscles and bones were covered with a hazy halo, as if they were about to fly immortals, full of strangeness.

Rumble!

At the end of the bronze corridor, there was a loud noise, a scorching firelight burst out, and there was a trace of thunder, earth-shattering, and the air waves were rolling.

"It's the two of the Red Fire Clan, and the battle should be against the ThunderClan."

Wu Qiu whispered, intending to watch.

The two strong clans of the ten tribes fought against each other, and they should have found some treasure, or rather, they were the source of the aura of creation!

"Not only the two clans, but also a few who secretly want to be fishermen"

Ji Yi frowned, because he noticed a few familiar breaths, a little surprised and uncertain.

Is it her?

Why was it with that person, was it taken hostage, or something else?

At the end of the bronze corridor, a huge karst cave is engraved with ancient texts, and the rock wall is made of five-colored spars, which is brilliant and dazzling.

The atmosphere inside was very mottled, not only the Red Fire Clan and the Thunder Clan, but also at least seven or eight other breaths, especially the two in the deepest part, which made Ji Yi quite jealous and confused.

"The eighth king of the holy mountain is here" Ji Yi spoke, removing distracting thoughts.

Then, he carved a few patterns into the ground, just in case, if he could, maybe kill that person.

"Is there no one in the world" Wu Qiu sighed lightly, his voice a little lonely.

She had seen the battle with her own eyes, and she was on the sidelines, and she was deeply touched and even defeated.

A young man from the Holy Mountain, who was of their generation, was more than one level stronger, and his eyes were calm, but they seemed to pity and mock all beings, stabbing everyone.

The younger generation of the tribe watching the battle, who is not like this?

A knife was inserted in their hearts, cutting off their pride.

"He has gone through four worlds, precipitated four lives, and the things he has accumulated are unimaginable, but your future is not limited to this, out of this world, is the real sky, in order to see more"

Ji Yi transmitted the sound, such as Huang Zhong Dalu, and alerted Wu Qiu's crumbling Dao heart.

An era, born like this, that one has gone through four times, and has accumulated more experience than ordinary people, whether it is supernatural powers, spells, or state of mind, they have all been polished.

The so-called limit, for this kind of person, has already been broken several times.

The wasteland, the primitive avenue, the primordial law, is an ancient relic, inhabited by ancient creatures, and even the dark age cannot affect these nine wastelands.

It's just that isn't this a kind of alternative cage?

Although the avenue is primitive, it is fragmented, and it is inconceivable to become a god, no wonder in the wasteland, the strongest is almost a true god, known as the ancestor of a clan.

But if you are outside, although the true god is a hero, it is difficult to be an ancestor.

Only the creatures who have crossed the spiritual bridge, reached the other side of the Dao, and stepped into the realm of the gods, can be regarded as the heritage of a clan, the real heritage!

"Is it the outside world?"

Wu Qiu muttered, his eyes changed from loneliness to a flash of light.

Indeed, the Witch God once said that the hometown of the Witch God Clan came from outside the Wasteland, a vast starry sky, countless times larger than this Mangshan Mountain.

A god, for the rest of his life, can't see the whole world, everywhere is full of wonder.

Such as goddesses, saints, princesses, inheritors of great clans, holy sons of ancient holy lands, great family religions, ancient races, all over the world, abound, and even ancient galaxies outside the universe.

But then, Wu Qiu sighed: "The witch god said that the wasteland not only blocked all outsiders, but also trapped the creatures of Mangshan inside, and they could not come out of the world."

The Witch God Clan struggled in the Great Mang Mountains until it became a powerful force of the Ten Tribes, but for countless years, they still haven't found a way to get out of the wasteland.

"The Boundless Sea, the Holy Mountain, and the depths of the Mang Mountain, are these three places right?"

Ji Yi asked, he had read the records in the Wushen Clan's Library Pavilion that the wasteland was most likely to connect several places outside.

The holy mountain is in the north of Mangshan, close to the Lake of No Return, the depths of Mangshan are in the south, the ancient trees are like mountains, towering like the sky, there are giant birds coiling, covering the sky and the sun, sometimes there is a huge roar like thunder roaring, and the mountain trembles.

And the Boundless Sea, just west of the wasteland of the Witch God Clan, is the land of the west.

Naturally, the Witch God Clan has explored this sea area no less than a hundred times, and the number of people who have fallen for this reason has long been countless, but as a result, there is still no clue.

"Now there is a road, unparalleled in the world, not a person in the wilderness, the so-called holy mountain, maybe there is really a shortcut to the ten thousand worlds"

Ji Yi said with a smile, he called it a day, and the magic circle on the ground was arranged.

And over there, the war seems to be coming to an end, and the noise is gradually subsiding, and it is time for them to pass.