This piece of land has an inexplicable traction from the center of the earth, and although the gust of wind is light and weightless, it can only be swept away on the ground.

On the ground was an endless mass grave, and the spirits were carried in the gust of wind, and they crossed the barren graves; Walk through the broken tombstones; Walk past a rotten skeleton, avoid wisps of drifting fire, and swiftly weave through the howling winds.

There was no end to this mass grave, and the gust of wind swept away for more than half a day, but the place where the eyes could see was still a deserted grave and dry bones, as if it had been spinning in place, and it was impossible to leave this piece of heaven and earth.

Fortunately, the more it drifted out, the inexplicable pressure from the earth continued to weaken, and the wind became more raging and rapid, although the ground was still barren, but the dry bones of the tombstones continued to be scarce, and there was no such ghostly atmosphere, and it seemed that they were about to leave this mass grave immediately.

Sure enough, in less than a quarter of an hour, there was no trace of a deserted tomb on the ground, but instead it was a ruin, full of ruins, as if the ruins of the ancient collapsed palace had long been dilapidated.

In this ruin, the gust of wind weakened in an instant, as if afraid of being discovered, weak like a breeze hidden in the darkness, floating quietly in the air, floating forward silently.

Driven by the breeze, the spirit was like a wisp of soft feathers, fluttering and floating in the air, and was about to float out in the gust of wind, but suddenly shuddered, in the ruins of a collapsed palace not far away. But he saw the young man with a pale face.

The black bronze coffin floated silently in front of it, stagnant on a dry well covered with huge bluestone, and a violent vibration sound came from inside, as if some kind of message was coming out of emotion.

The young man with a miserable white face looked a little excited, and immediately rushed forward from behind, lifted the huge bluestone with one hand, scanned it with a fierce gaze that almost dripped blood, and suddenly let out a terrible roar, and stretched out his hand to drag a person out of it.

It was a delicate girl in a purple feather robe, her eyes slightly closed. Although the face is a little pale. But he was as calm as water, his expression seemed to be in a deep sleep, and he was dragged in his hands by the young man with a miserable white face, and his whole body was stiff and motionless. It's like a cold corpse.

The spirit wanted to wander up to check. But the breeze lingers around. There was a slight trembling, and the face hidden in the wind seemed to be furious. An irrepressible aura leaked out.

The young man with a miserable white face seemed to have a sense, and suddenly turned his head to look over, his sharp gaze fell on the gust of wind, and he laughed wildly: "It turned out to be the True Monarch of the Seven Star Palace, don't be nervous, I won't kill you now, if you die here, I'm afraid that no one will pass on the message to the old thief, wouldn't it be a pity?" ”

Speaking of this, he sneered with a sneer on his face: "If the old thief wants to get his daughter back, if he has the ability, he will go to the Heavenly Demon Sect's Yin Corpse Tomb, but he wants to see if he has such courage?" ”

As soon as the words fell, his expression seemed to be determined, and he said with some disdain: "But the old thief's temperament is cold, even if he is his own daughter, he may not take it too seriously, if he wants to take this risk, I am afraid it is a little impossible." ”

The gust of wind immediately trembled violently, as if it was reluctantly suppressing the anger, and the spirit shook with the gust of wind, and immediately realized that feeling, an unwilling emotion in humiliation.

The white-faced young man snorted coldly, as if he was extremely disdainful, he reached out and patted the Nabao bag on his waist, and a black iron coffin shot out from it, his face looked at the purple-clothed girl with a cold face, and laughed fiercely: "Xingyue Zhenjun? Does it matter if you are dead or alive now? As long as you go to the Yin Corpse Tomb, isn't life and death the same? ”

As soon as the words fell, he jumped up lightly and walked in front, but the strange and terrifying thing was that not only the black copper coffin, but also the black coffin containing the girl in purple were floating in the air, and they followed closely behind.

The young man with a miserable white face, together with the two coffins behind him, disappeared at the end of his sight in an instant, and a burst of sinister laughter came out: "Lifeng Zhenjun, this time it is your luck, when the old thief's daughter is refined into a Jindan Yin corpse, you will definitely make the Seven Star Hall look good." ”

The sound echoed in the void, and the cold killing machine filled the air, and for a long time, it could not completely dissipate.

The bitterly suppressed anger of the gust of wind was finally released at this moment, and the gust of wind suddenly increased its speed, violently swept the earth, destroying a standing stone wall, and a figure walked out with an ugly face in the wind, and its two eyes seemed to breathe fire.

"Damn! The young hall master was snatched away by the Yin Corpse Holy Son, and he could only watch with his eyes, his strength was not good enough to save people, but he was humiliated, and he was really unwilling. ”

His expression was extremely disappointed, but he shook his head and said: "But the matter has come to this point, but there is nothing to do, wait until you return to the Seven Star Hall to make plans, as for whether to tell the hall master the truth?" And you still need to act carefully and carefully, so as not to be inexplicably angered. ”

Speaking of this, he pondered for a moment, and whispered to himself: "It has been thirteen or fourteen days in the ruins of the imperial city, and the tide of earth fire is about to start rising, if you don't leave this place now, the passage of the abyss of death will be closed by molten lava, I am afraid that I will be trapped in it alive, I really have no time to take care of anything else, so I can only leave this place first, and wait for Senior Brother Renri and them in the Nine Finger Mountain Range." ”

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly jumped into the air, turned into a gust of wind and quickly disappeared into the darkness, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The wandering spirit originally didn't want to chase it, but when he heard him talk about what the tide of fire was rising? The ruins of this city are to be permanently sealed, and if you don't leave immediately, there will be no way to go to the outside world in the future, even if you are a little anxious.

After this thought arose, the spirit drifted away desperately in the direction where the gust of wind disappeared, and he didn't want to stay deep in the earth forever.

Wandering away like this, but all you see along the way are all devastated ruins, and the dilapidated and collapsed ground of the temple attic like a forest and the sea seems to be endless, this is an endless and majestic ruins of the city.

It took a whole day for the spirit to finally float in front of the city wall, and immediately rushed up excitedly, and passed lightly through the heavy wall, and came to the outside of the city wall.

Just as the spirit thought that it could get its wish, it would leave the ruins of this city full of dead silence, but there was a wave of heat in front of him, but it was an endless sea of fire, and the flames were rolling and burning, filling all the space in front of him.

The spirit floated forward with some uneasiness, and even though it felt the temperature of its whole body rise, it was scorching hot in a moment, as if it was about to burn immediately.

The soul was immediately frightened, and retreated sharply in panic, this sea of fire was obviously extremely weird, if there was no physical bearing, the soul would be easily incinerated.

This is a completely dead end, and the soul can't help but be depressed, is it necessary to be trapped in this lonely dead city for the rest of his life, and some are unwilling to drift along the city wall, hoping to find a way out.

But the city wall stretched for hundreds of miles, like a giant dragon lying horizontally, drifting for two or three hours, still wandering by the sea of fire, as if there was no way out.

When the spirit was a little dead, suddenly in the sea of fire, there was a rumbling sound, like a volcano erupting, and bursts of black smoke drifted out of the sky.

The spirit was taken aback, and I don't know what happened to Lu Dao? He looked into the sea of fire, only to find that it was all red, and the hot magma was bubbling in the sea of fire, as if it was about to be completely filled in this sea of fire.

Is this the tide of earthfire? The spirit was swept by the billowing smoke, only to feel groggy, a little breathless, only to feel extremely depressed, even through the city wall, drifting away.

At this time, the spirit was a little confused, outside the city wall was already in the Magma World Realm, obviously there was no way out of this city, so he could only continue to stay here and carry out a wandering life without a purpose.

In this imperial city buried deep underground, there is not a trace of light, and the darkness has been eternal; I couldn't smell the rest of the smell, only a piece of lifelessness; No other sound can be heard, and silence is already an eternal theme.

If there are living beings in this world, they don't need eyes, because they can't see the light; Nor do you need ears, because you can't hear sounds; You don't need a nose because you can't smell anything else; But if there is only thought here, it is an event that is more terrible than death.

The spirit is wandering aimlessly, in this dead and silent city, there is no other thought, only he is wandering lonely, I don't know when the road will end?

Three days passed, five days passed, eight days passed, and on the fifteenth day, suddenly in the endless darkness, there was a melodious sound of the piano.

In the dead silence of the city, there was a sound of stroking the harp? But who is playing the piano here? The spirit vibrated in a trance, and immediately became invigorated.

An ethereal and beautiful, cloud-like piano sound rises leisurely between heaven and earth, as if it is as ethereal and unpredictable as from an infinite distance, like a heavenly sound, like a muttering alone in the mysterious and lonely heaven and earth, so that any living creature will be deeply immersed in it and have an endless aftertaste.

And this time, the spirit really heard it, it was indeed someone stroking the piano in the darkness in the distance, although it was a little surprised, but more was extremely excited, following the direction from which the sound of the piano came, and immediately drifted away desperately. (To be continued......)