Li Qiuran held a compass-like thing in his hand, standing in place fixedly, and countless skulls flew out of the compass, like a shark smelling blood, swarming to the left. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Over there!"

Zhuren and Ghost followed closely behind Li Qiuran, and half an hour later, the two appeared in the southeast corner of the enchantment, 400 meters above, there was a two-person high gap, and a metal monster that had been cut off in half of its body was stuck on the enchantment, and there were faintly sparks splashing around.

Countless green skulls opened their bloody mouths and poured down the monster's intestines, making a scalp-tinging biting sound, and after a while, a fist-sized gash appeared in front of the two of them.

The two glanced at each other, sneered at the same time, and slapped the skull on their waists, only to see that the skull immediately rotated, and with a stabbing sound, it drilled into the corridor, and at the same time, Li Qiuran and Zhuren's entire body was like a melted wax figure, and instantly condensed a pulp of something into the skull's eye, and was smoothed over together.

Two golden souls, finally surrounded by a circle of turquoise souls, slowly swayed in, and then, the skull's eyes shot out of a cloud of paste again, wrapped in the golden soul, like blowing a ball, and soon two figures, one tall and one short, appeared firmly on the ground, caught the skull, and hung it on the waist.

"Go, go find food."

Li Qiuran smiled gloomily, the compass in the palm of his hand was suspended above his head, the pointer was spinning rapidly, and the turquoise ghost heads were like exploding fireworks, wandering in all directions, bringing a touch of strange vitality to this dead and silent Longtan.

Imprisoning the voice, this rule, does not seem to work for Li Qiuran and Zhuren Ghost, or their conversation is actually not through the voice, but directly on the soul.

"Where's the person?"

Li Qiuran looked at the wishing ghost, and there was a chill in his eyes.

Zhu Ren's head rotated three hundred and sixty degrees, his nose sucked hard, and his face showed a slightly surprised look, but he still laughed strangely, "I have a little ability, and I can actually weaken the lamp seed I planted." It's a pity that it's not enough, over there. ”

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In front of me is a deep road, everywhere is floating weathered dust, that is the last trace of hundreds of millions of bones in the world, so, the still sea water is full of the smell of dust, and there is not exhaustive bloody breath, as if floating from the distant time and space, is a faint rotten smell, a little pungent.

Qin Hao slowly walked through the corridor and walked towards the middle of the palace, which was an extremely vast hall, with many deep ditches crisscrossing the ground, each of which was bottomless, as if connected to the abyss under the sea, and there was no knowledge of how many souls and corpses were buried below.

The hall was extremely empty, there were no living things, no dead things, not even a stone, and everything in this place was destroyed by great power except for the traces of weathering, and then it was burned by the flames, and only the black charred ground remained.

Qin Hao stood in the very center of the field, this position was where the back figure stood just now, in front of him were nine unusually long drag marks, like the marks left by the tail of some kind of animal imprinted on the ground, and behind him were abysses, like countless sharp blades besieging them.

Qin Hao breathed a sigh of relief, even if he didn't have the picture just now, he could imagine the strength of this person. It's so terrifying that time is desperate.

His shoulders trembled slightly, pulling Qin Hao's attention back to him, and in the corner of his eye, a green smoke floated out, stretching infinitely, extending to the road behind him.

"Huh?"

Qin Hao immediately ripped off his collar and looked at his shoulder, the original black skin in that place gradually outlined a tattoo, like a candle lamp, and the wisp of green smoke floating out was the lit candle flame.

"Chasing?"

Qin Hao snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and wiped it over his shoulder, and hundreds of small insects firmly covered the entire ghost lamp pattern, and the smoke that floated out was swallowed up.

Judging from the emotions fed back by the insects, these smoke are very tough and extremely laborious to swallow, but fortunately, the speed is barely flat, and it will not leak out for the time being.

"Dragon Soul Burial Ground!"

Qin Hao didn't have time to deal with it now, his eyes tightened, and he silently said the purpose of this trip in his heart.

And immediately with his thoughts, the map of the entire Longtan appeared in his mind, this is the convenience of merging with Longtan, Qin Hao is also in the exploration stage at the moment, he believes that there is an extra dragon pattern on his wrist, there should be more than such a little benefit.

In fact, that real benefit, not long after, when Qin Hao found out, the surprise in his mouth was almost like stuffing an egg.

Walking all the way to the depths, there was a bright light rising from the darkness, rippling, and in the dark depths, the blazing light swept and illuminated the whole world.

It was as if silver and gold were melted, and the hot copper juice and molten iron were tumbling in the kettle, gathering into a whirlpool, tumbling endlessly, and the silver-white and clear light was shining through it and hitting Qin Hao's face.

When I saw it, I felt dizzy and wanted to plunge into it and jump into the whirlpool.

This is the burial ground of the dragon soul, the place where the dragon soul is buried and imprisoned, and it is the hell that all the evil dragons who betray the dragon clan cannot leave for the rest of their lives.

The more powerful the beings in life, the more they are imprisoned, the more cursed they are after death, and when the flesh is corrupted in the cold, the soul begins to be tormented, and the resentments will not be scattered with the ashes, but will gather together, like boiling molten iron flowing in the air, turning into a whirlpool of pain.

In the whirlpool, there is nothingness.

Without intelligence, there is no chance to become an evil ghost, and it can only be permanent, sinking in the whirlpool, but it is the most coveted miracle medicine for some people.

"It's finally here!"

Qin Hao muttered silently, and the writing wheel eye began to rotate into a phantom at some point, and it was like two whirlpools, one black and one white.

"Woooooo

Faintly, in this silence, suddenly a voice sounded, the sound was incomparably subtle, but in this dead silence it was incomparably clear.

It roared, surging like a tsunami, and the sound spread through the water and struck in the soul, and this sound did not act on external objects, but came directly from the soul.

Hollow, empty, furious, like a stormy wave, it was a collection of countless souls restless, unconsciously restless, as if after thousands of years of waiting, finally another living person set foot in this place.

But what awaits is not salvation.

Qin Hao habitually licked his lips and stepped into the whirlpool.