At this time, in the tomb of the True King in the ruins of the Imperial City, in front of the majestic stone gate of the Heavenly Demon Palace, Mo Wentian's expression was a little excited, and his right hand pushed on the heavy stone door.

With a slow force on his hand, the stone door was gradually pushed open, and the hall was empty, sweeping away the silence at a glance, without any furnishings, not even the pillars of the top beams.

In the middle of the main hall, there is a pool of water that is boiling violently, and on the turbulent water surface, there is a jumping light, reflecting on the dead walls around the main hall, showing countless hideous and terrifying scenes.

A bubbling bubble floated on the surface of the water, and countless strange breaths overflowed inside, spreading around the main hall, filling any corner inside, at this time, the door of the hall that had been sealed for 100,000 years was suddenly pushed open, and those strange breaths came like a tide, majestic like a sea sweeping by.

Mo Wentian only felt that his whole body was cool, as if his bones were bathed in the breeze, and his flesh and blood absorbed that strange breath, and he was suddenly fluttering, and his limbs were all comfortable.

Such a comfortable feeling almost makes people want to moan, the strange breath invades the epidermis, reaching the depths of the bone marrow, even the Yuanying True King with a firm mind may not be able to resist such a temptation, Mo Wentian only feels intoxicated, as if he has been intoxicated by that wonderful feeling.

His two feet were already involuntarily, walking into this dusty Heavenly Demon Hall that had been sealed for tens of thousands of years, but there was a rumbling sound behind him, the light suddenly became dark and gloomy, the heavy stone door had been tightly closed, and the main hall had become an isolated world, as if some kind of mysterious sacrificial ritual was going to be held. There is no room for any disturbance.

Mo Wentian's footsteps were just stagnant, and he immediately walked towards the pool of secluded water, the strange breath penetrated through his body, disappeared into the internal organs, and the sea of consciousness was filled with tide-like excitement, and his soul trembled inexplicably, and his footsteps couldn't help but speed up.

It was only less than twenty or thirty steps before one of his feet was already in the water, and the white tiger boots were soaked by the strange water, and the toes in them began to erode.

But this pain. Mo Wentian was unaware. Both feet fell completely into the water, and the ankles were immediately corroded to the bone, and even the two trouser legs were rotten.

Suddenly he lost two feet, but he still ignored it. There was no pain response at all. Two bare legs without feet. Looking at the middle of the pool of water, he quickly submerged his waist down into the water, and he actually only had half of his body left. The lower half of his body was completely rotted in the water, and two fleshless leg bones were floating on the surface of the water.

Mo Wentian seemed to be immersed in the illusion, his mind was fluttering as if he was about to leave his body, his spirit had been separated from his body, even though he was watching the decay of his lower body, but he also didn't feel any pain, and his consciousness seemed to be completely anesthetized.

And the only consciousness in his brain made half of his body still float forward, like a moth pounced on the flames, although he knew that the Dao was going to be burned to pieces, but he still had no hesitation, and the temptation was irresistible.

In just a short moment, his upper body was already rotten, the white bones were peeled out, and the internal organs, heart and lungs were exposed, like a corpse that had rotted for thousands of years.

A clump of ice flames that kept jumping, wafting out of the rotting chest, floated lightly in the air; A golden seedling with brilliant light, entangled in the white bones of the forest, grows proudly in the secluded water; The eclipsed Jin Dan had burst out of his abdomen, rising and falling on the rippling water.

The head was also floating on the water, staring at the front with blank eyes, it was his heart that was still beating, witnessing this cruel scene, there was no horror in his mind, and he didn't feel any pain, he just wanted to put his heart back in his chest, because that was where it belonged, but he found that there were no hands, and he could only watch his heart beat.

Knock knock, as if he was beating a drum, his heart beat violently, showing majestic vitality, making his eyes open wider and wider, like two copper bells.

At this time, a fist-sized bubble floated in, suddenly exploded in front of his eyes, and a wisp of dark water sprinkled into his eyes, and the darkness in front of him made his two eyes blind.

Although his eyes could not see anything, his ears heard the beating of his heart, and the scene of his heart beating naturally gave birth to in his mind, which was a mysterious and mysterious feeling, which could only be understood but not expressed.

I only felt that the soul was sinking and floating in the sea of consciousness, as if it was a person who was drowning and struggling in the seawater, desperately breaking free from the water, and the most sloppy sound, as if breaking through some kind of shackles, floated out of the top door, and gently wandered on the secluded water, and began to look around.

Mo Wentian's soul came out of his mind, and the first thing he saw was his head, half-sinking and half-floating floating on the secluded water, two empty eyes were staring at the front, looking in the direction of the gaze, but it was a heart that was beating violently.

Next to the heart, there was a gloomy golden pill, and the spirit gently swept over it, stepping on a glittering golden seedling, and at this time, a cold flame that was jumping floated by, only to feel that it was extremely cold.

The spirit couldn't help but tremble, and drifted towards the outside of the main hall, walking forward with two feet one or two feet off the ground, light and fluttering, without a little weight, without the down-to-earth feeling of walking in the flesh.

The two stone doors of the main hall have been tightly closed, but they can't stop him at all, as long as the thought moves, it will easily pass through, the soul is a formless and qualitative thought, and any obstacle is unstoppable.

The soul feels very magical, the soul is out of the body, a thousand miles a day, this is a legend that exists in ancient classics, it is said that only the true emperor who has mastered the power of the source can have such a magical power.

I didn't expect that in the Nine Ghost Soul Water, this body was all rotten, but the Divine Soul suddenly grew stronger, and it actually came out of the hole, but I didn't know how far the Dao could float.

With this thought, the soul immediately became excited, at this time he had already forgotten that he was Mo Wentian, and he didn't remember everything that happened in the past, he didn't have any impression of the here and now, and all the memories were empty.

Now there is no physical shackles, and the spirit is even more impatient, just want to swim to the fullest immediately, to re-explore this worldly realm, immediately Huo Ran accelerated, and soon floated out of the Heavenly Demon Palace, and there was the sound of rushing water outside.

The road ahead was forcibly blocked, and the Nine Styx River ran through, and the turbid water was surging, and the water surface overflowed with a rich dead qi, a strong yin qi, a ferocious evil qi, a filthy evil qi, and so on.

The majestic and terrifying negative aura made the spirit can't help but stop, and as soon as the thought turned, it suddenly flew upward, because the forbidden air formation that was originally blocked in the sky over the Nine Nether Styx, but I don't know when the Dao has quietly stopped working, and it is naturally possible to float across this terrifying river in the sky.

The soul floated on the Nine Styx River, trembling all over its body, as if it was walking on thin ice, if it was the slightest careless, and was splashed on it by the rushing river, the soul would be filthy, and there was a danger of sinking and dying.

Flying tremblingly on the Nine Styx River, throwing himself into the dark nothingness, his soul couldn't help but stagnate slightly, and when he reacted, he had already walked out of the huge bronze door.

A rush of resentment rushed in, like a violent wind suddenly rising, overwhelmingly drowning, and the spirit was almost blown apart, falling to the ground in the air.

The surrounding black mist was surging like a tide, and countless ghosts appeared out of thin air, and a almost transparent form, as if it was a soldier preparing for battle, was lined up in an orderly manner on the ground.

One after another, there were hideous and terrifying ghosts, and the souls did not dare to move at all, but they were squeezed forward as if they were the same kind, lined up in the army composed of the ghosts, like countless papier-mâché ghosts, walking out lightly.

These ghosts walk as if they are floating, there is no sound at all, and the speed is extremely fast, one by one skulls are attached to the transparent shape, the heads are as if they are being clamped flat, the cheeks are twice as long as normal people, and the empty eye sockets are embedded in them, all without the slightest expression.

But in this weird long face, there is actually a normal person's head, if anyone witnesses it here, I am afraid that the frightened tongue will bite off.

This group of Yin Soul army floated towards the exit, as if they were going to patrol this ghost domain, but in less than half a day, they divided into two teams and left and right directions.

The Divine Soul could only honestly mix in one of the teams, but in less than half a day, this team continued to divide into two teams, still heading in the left and right directions.

Cycle after cycle, week after week, this huge army of Yin Spirits gradually dispersed and became a small team, and the black fog in this ghost domain gradually thinned.

It wasn't until the fourth day that the light suddenly brightened in front of them, and a refreshing wind suddenly swept in, and this team of ghosts faltered, turned their heads in that gust of wind, and floated in the direction of the bronze giant gate, as if this was the end of the patrol.

The spirit behind the most dense part of the line did not continue to follow, but suddenly increased its speed, facing the refreshing wind, and drifted towards the brightest light.

The breeze was extremely pleasant, like soaking in a hot spring in the scorching heat.

The sun was extremely warm, like sunshine bathed in the cold winter.

At the moment when the spirit floated out, a piece of light sprinkled down, but suddenly I found that there was a person standing quietly outside, a girl in black with a painting scroll on her back, her face covered with a thin veil, and a pair of jewel-like pupils looked at her in a daze. (To be continued......)

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