Rumble!

An earth-shattering bang was transmitted out in the Zhao family and resounded throughout Tianyi City.

The ancestor of the Zhao family was furious, and the entire Tianyi City fell into a panic.

This is the extreme spirit possessed by the master of the Transformation Spirit Realm and the unrivaled pressure brought to everyone.

His anger could be felt in almost the entire Tianyi City.

"Who is it! Kill my grandson! ”

Looking at the jade plaque that had been shattered, the ancestor of the Zhao family, who was full of white hair and bloodshot eyes, looked up to the sky and roared.

All the subordinates knelt down, trembling all over, for fear of being angered to several bodies.

Just now someone took the jade plate to report, and the moment the ancestor of the Zhao family saw the jade card, he bombarded the ground with a palm, and exploded a huge pit dozens of zhang wide and more than ten zhang deep.

The jade plate of the soul is a must-have for every big family, and he will put an important member of the family, a wisp of the soul into it, and if someone dies, then the jade plate will be blown up.

Zhao Yiming died, so his jade plate naturally shattered.

"Father, you must avenge Ming'er!"

In front of the ancestor of the Zhao family stood a middle-aged man, the man was eight points similar to Zhao Yiming, at this time his face was extremely pale and bloodless, and he was even more sad.

The pain of losing a son made it difficult for him to breathe, and he was even in a trance, you must know that Zhao Yiming has always been regarded by him as a treasure in his palm, such a son and grandson who was loved and cared for by them, died like this, how to make them not crazy.

"Tianyin, quickly inform Yilong."

"Tell him that his brother Yiming has been killed, and quickly find the murderer for me."

"If you dare to go against our Zhao family, I will definitely cramp him and kill his ancestors for generations!"

"Pity my grandson Yiming, he has all his resources in vain!"

"He was killed."

Looking down, looking at the jade plate in his hand, the eyes of the ancestor of the Zhao family were extremely red, and he couldn't wait to tear the murderer of Zhao Yiming immediately.

Zhao Tianyin nodded and immediately retreated, he was going to inform his eldest son Zhao Yilong.

Zhao Yilong is a beginner-level powerhouse of the Transformation Spirit, as the peak master of the Dragon Peak of the Tianlan Sect!

......

Seeing Ye Kun falling, everyone stood on it, hesitating, not knowing whether to go down or not.

First, he was afraid that it would be dangerous to go down, and secondly, he was afraid that Ye Kun would go crazy and kill them.

Zhao Yiming's headless corpse, Uncle Wang's mutilated half of his body, and the withered lion old ghost broken in two, these three corpses were bloody.

It stung everyone's eyes.

If Ye Kun went crazy, they knew very well in their hearts that no one could stop him, so they were also very entangled in whether to go down or not.

The ink-black hole is very narrow, but it can be dropped into it, but the space is magnified countless times.

Ye Kun has been thinking about falling at a very fast speed, and the surroundings are gloomy, and he can only look at a rough idea, and if he wants to see clearly, he must light a torch.

Poof.

After a long time of falling, Ye Kun landed on a waterhole and made a loud sound, which was an underground river that extended in all directions.

Climbing up from the water, he calmed down a lot, and lost the crazy ruthlessness he had before.

"Damn, count yourself lucky, but if you want to see the corpse alive, you have to see people, I must find you."

took out the torch from the storage bag, casually cast a spiritual spell, and lit the torch, Ye Kun could see that there were many rivers around.

This underground river is very turbulent, the undercurrent is surging, extending in all directions, leading to various places, if you want to find Wang Yanran, Wang Xuefei and two brothers and sisters, it is difficult to climb to the sky.

"Why is the space so empty here?"

Unable to find the whereabouts of the Wang family's brothers and sisters, Ye Kun had to take a look at the surrounding situation first, as for the Wang family and the Zhao family, he would go over sooner or later to settle accounts.

There is no escaping this account, and it will not end like this.

Frowning his eyebrows, Ye Kun thought about it, and then walked down the underground undercurrent, making a snapping sound from time to time.

Except for the occasional eerie gust of wind blowing, nothing else.

"Huh?"

"What's that sound?"

He had been walking downstream of the undercurrent, when suddenly a strange sound sounded around him.

Ye Kun carried the torch, accompanied by the flames that danced in the yin wind, flickering back and forth, and he found that on the opposite side of the undercurrent, there was a crowd.

Not one or two people, but a group of people.

This group of people were all dressed in strange costumes, whether men, women or children, they were all wearing strange costumes that he had never seen before, their skin was actually gray, and when they looked at Ye Kun, they had an inexplicable look.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you here?"

The sound, which was not very loud, grew more and more here, as if there was an echo.

In such a place where birds don't lay eggs and hens don't poop, there can be such a group of people, if they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe it.

Besides, Ye Kun found that this group of people had no cultivation at all, and they were all ordinary people, and how could ordinary people be here?

In this kind of place, if ordinary people encounter strange beasts, it is not even a dessert and snack delivered to the door.

didn't speak, no one spoke, just Mu Ne looked at Ye Kun, then slowly turned around and left, and fell into the darkness again, disappearing without a trace.

"Hey!"

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Ye Kun jumped and jumped to the opposite side of the undercurrent.

is the so-called artist is bold, and he may not dare to follow if he is replaced by others, but he is driven by curiosity and has to go over to find out.

Even if there is danger, you can step on the ground and shrink into inches as soon as possible.

At the peak of quenching, the speed at which he shrunk into inches is not comparable to that of the peak of the source of shaping.

That's why he rushed to go deeper, not to mention that the group of people in front of him was just a group of ordinary people who had no cultivation, but their gray skin made Ye Kun quite concerned.

This is a deep and dark passage, and Ye Kun walks cautiously in it, carefully looking around with a torch.

Apart from gravel, there is nothing else special about it.

When he went deeper to a certain extent, he found that there was a light in front of him, but this light was not the light of the sun, but a gray light.

This space is bathed in this gray light, which cannot be said to be bright, but it cannot be said to be dim.

There are mud huts made of mud and even livestock.

The sound of gurgling water slowly passed through the canals of this small village.

But it irrigates the fields and flows into every household.

But Ye Kun didn't feel any anger here.

Yes, there is no breath of life at all, the place where the normal human race lives, there is life, but there is not the slightest anger here.

But these scenes in front of him can't be faked.

These gray-skinned, strangely dressed guys live the life of a man and a weaver.

Occasionally, children frolicking in front of the door or in the courtyard, or frolicking in the fields and on the edge of small streams, except for the different skin color and lifelessness, there is no difference in the life of ordinary people outside.

Walking carefully through the village, everyone looked up and looked at him.

But that lifeless look made Ye Kun extremely uncomfortable.

When they looked at Ye Kun, their eyes had no charm at all, more like the dull gaze of a dead person or a demented person.

Not a single person spoke, and no one left their place and just looked at him like this.

These people, many of them, were those who had been on the undercurrent before, shining the light of the torch on the other side of the undercurrent.

Again, taking a deep breath, Ye Kun squinted his eyes and looked at an old man.

The old man sat on the mud stool outside the door, his long gray beard fluttering slightly.

His face was wrinkled, his mouth was pouted with his teeth, and his gray eyes were cloudy and lifeless.

Just sat there blankly, looking at Ye Kun with those godless eyes.

He was also familiar with himself, and his heart was very big, so he sat directly next to the old man, and looked at the old man sideways.

The people around him no longer continued to stare at him, but went about their work, and the children continued to play on their own.

But all this, he realized, there seemed to be no sound.

The men were plowing the fields, hoeing, and there was no sound.

The women in the house were clearly stepping on the loom, but there was not the slightest sound.

The children who are playing and playing, obviously laughing and playing, the smiles on their faces are so innocent, they are so bright, and occasionally you can see them obviously open their mouths wide, as if they are talking loudly, but there is no half of a sound.

But except for the stream flowing here, Ye Kun heard any other sound, and some were just his own breathing and heartbeat, nothing more.

"Why?"

"Why is this happening? Why is there no sound at all? ”

His eyes stared out, looking at the surroundings that were so quiet that Ye Kun couldn't sit still, he stood up and looked around, but he still couldn't hear any sound, he even suspected that something was wrong with his ears.

"Smack."

The hands clapped together, and the loud sound immediately reached the ears.

Does it mean that there is nothing wrong with his ears, just everything here, and no sound, or is it just that he can't hear them for some reason?

At least that's what Ye Kun thinks and understands, otherwise he doesn't know how to explain all this.

A kind of coldness suddenly grew from the bottom of his heart, and he shivered and shivered from the cold, and rushed from his back to the heavenly spirit cover.

"Who are you?"

Again, he tried to communicate with the old man, who was sitting on a clay stool, but to no avail, the other party just looked at him, but did not speak.

It seems that he knows that even if he speaks, it is useless, so he does not speak.

Gradually, the old man stood up, turned around and walked slowly towards the depths of this village, but when he walked inside, he actually beckoned to Ye Kun.

With a pang in his heart, Ye Kun didn't know whether to follow up.

The other party could not communicate with him verbally, and he did not know what the other party wanted to do.

If you follow up like this, whether it will be a blessing or a curse, a danger or a danger, it is still unknown!

In the end, he gritted his teeth, followed the gray-skinned old man, and went deep into the village with him.