The woman knelt down to greet her under the 10,000-strong army, a new fiery red armor was put on her body, the fiery cloak was waving in the wind, and Yan Zhao walked out with a pale face under the support of his subordinates.

The woman turned over beautifully and rode on the back of a horse spitting flames, just looking at Yan Zhao quietly, Yan Zhao saw such a heroic woman for the first time, as if she was looking at her own daughter-in-law, the more she looked at it, the more satisfied she became, and she smiled silly.

And when the woman saw Yan Zhao like this, she frowned slightly, and directly turned the horse around, and at the moment of whipping, the ghost made her name out by mistake, the name that Yan Zhao had asked for several days - Shao Yaxin!

Yan Zhao was stunned, and even didn't react, and when he finally understood, the legion had already left, leaving only the clumps of burned grass and ashes.

"She said her name is Shao Yaxin, she told me her name, did you hear it, Shao Yaxin, Yaxin, Xiaoya, how beautiful, what a beautiful name." Yan Zhao seemed to be full of strength all over his body at this moment, and even his injuries were healed, hugging the brother next to him and screaming and laughing, so frightened that the brother kept supporting him, for fear that he would faint.

"Childe, I have had the pleasure of seeing these flame legions before, it seems that they are the spiritual fire clan in the ancient clan, and they are naturally good at alchemy, because everyone is born with different talent flames, which makes the success rate and effectiveness of the pill product very different, that woman is greeted by such a legion, her identity must be very noble." A person next to him thought and said to Yan Zhao.

"Anyway, I don't care, this girl is your future grandmother, the ancient clan? Am I not worthy of being a person? Yan Zhao suddenly felt very weak, and hurriedly sat down to rest with the help of everyone, and at noon, Ming Mochen and Xiao Zifeng rushed over in shock, seeing that Yan Zhao was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief, just criticized him, and returned directly with him.

Yan Zhao seemed to have recovered from his injuries, but Yan Lin still forcibly forced out a trace of hidden blue flame from his blood, and adjusted it with various elixirs.

According to what Yan Zhao said, Emperor Zero and Burning Gu, he had never heard of them, as for the golden armor figures in the three pillars of light of Bharata, Yama, and Beiliu, Yan Lin suddenly frowned, and finally his eyes lit up, as if he remembered something, and suddenly turned around and entered the void.

There, there are many classics hidden, among which there is a jade cylinder, which has long lost its milky white, become yellow, and even have many cracks on it, it seems to have gone through a long time, but the years have finally worn it out.

Yan Lin carefully took it out, and after hesitating, his divine sense cautiously probed in, and after a while, his brows furrowed even deeper.

This jade tube, according to the investigation, has been about 50,000 years old, or even longer, and now the things recorded in this jade tube have been lost, or eliminated, for such a long time, Yan Lin didn't even dare to think about it.

It is as if at a point, after that point, civilization has fallen, no longer exists, there is no information related to it, only a few broken things, only a few broken things, only to prove that before their civilization, there seems to be a more prosperous civilization, but I don't know why, it will be lost in the records of the years.

Yan Lin showed the jade cylinder to Yan Zhao, as his eldest son, he was qualified to slowly learn the common secrets behind these treasured big people.

Yan Zhao was a little puzzled, and probed his divine sense, and soon, he seemed to have turned into an old man, wearing a tattered blood robe, looking at the sky in front of him.

At this moment, a layer of fog appeared in the sky at some point, and this fog contained a rich dead air, and there was a sense of coldness, and even the white breath exhaled by the old man instantly turned into white mist.

There is also a sound of flowing water hidden in the white mist, the sound from the initial vague to the final rattling, as if in an instant, under the white mist, there is a river, a wide Yellow River.

In the yellow water, weeds indiscriminately, and even more, the severed limbs of some demon beasts and human bodies are also mixed in, constantly flowing down, the whole water exudes a foul smell, and even faintly visible, there are countless illusory souls in it, either roaring, or sleeping, or hideous, or smiling, but no matter what, they can't leave the river, they can only go away with the flow of the river.

And I don't know when, in the current, in the distance, faintly saw a boat gradually rowing, an old man on the boat with a hat, unhurried, look carefully, but found that the old man was tied to a black chain around his neck, and the other end was tied to the stake at the bow of the boat, the rickety figure slowly raised his head, hoarse: "Do you want to take a boat?" ”

When the red-robed figure that Yan Zhao turned into saw the old man's appearance again, he instantly retreated, the old man had no facial features, or rather, after Yan Zhao looked at it twice, he didn't remember the old man's appearance just now, and in the blink of an eye, he completely forgot about it.

But the next moment, he appeared in a small black boat, paddling lightly, and in front of the boat, a huge illusory vortex gradually appeared.

The swirls turned blood-colored, and like waves, layers of red light were released, and a wave of dizziness could not help but strike.

The rower had long since disappeared, and the boat went straight into it with the red-robed old man, and gradually, what appeared in front of him was a crimson sea of blood, boundless!

In the sea of blood, countless figures who couldn't see their faces were wailing, screaming, but they couldn't hear a little sound, they waved their hands desperately, as if they wanted to get out of this sea of blood, but there seemed to be infinite suction in the sea of blood, which restrained their bodies to death.

And above it, there are four huge blood-colored gates, the blood gate where the red-robed old man is now standing, and there is a door plaque about 100 zhang long hanging on it, which reads: "Yama" two big characters, this word is vigorous and powerful, magnificent, staring at it for a long time, there is a feeling of dizziness, Yan Zhao feels that he is like an ant at this moment.

The old man took a few steps back, and finally saw the words on the other three gates, all of which were the same, with the word "Fengdu" hanging on the west, "Borneo" on the south, and "Beiliu" on the north.

The picture came to an abrupt end at this moment, and there was nothing else, Yan Zhao withdrew in extreme shock, and before he could say anything, the jade cylinder seemed to be exhausted at this moment, and it actually cracked, and soon turned into a pair of powder flowing down from Yan Zhao's fingertips.

Yan Lin was also stunned, grabbing Yan Zhao was a beating, and after the beating, he told Yan Zhao that he was not allowed to tell anyone about this matter, and then he and Xiao Zifeng fell into the demon field in front of them, but they didn't find anything, even if they went deep into the ground, so they had to return in vain.

After cultivating for a period of time, Yan Zhao regrouped and took a few of his brothers to the Ancient Realm, found the Spiritual Fire Realm, and asked to visit Shao Yaxin.

Yan Zhao is also the eldest son of the demon lord, and he still has to give a little face, so he kindly let him go back, but Yan Zhao is dead or alive, and he has to leave with Xiaoya if he wants to leave.

Hey, Xiaoya is also what you can call, the entire ancient world, I don't know how many young talents want to see Miss Fang's face, for fear of blasphemy, you dare to shout so presumptuously, come on, call me.

Yan Zhao, who had not returned from his injuries, was beaten violently by the gatekeeper without leaving his hands, and the last maid ran out.

"Madame has a fate, if Young Master Yan can bring the following three things, it can be seen that Miss, not only you, but also a test for everyone in the past few years."

"What is it?" Yan Zhao's nose and face were swollen, and he hurriedly asked.

"Water without roots, people without hearts, things without appearance!"