"That's for the best, of course, because it's useless to me." Yan Bang reminded blandly.

“……”

Behemoth was silent, gloomy like a snake lurking in the grass, his red eyes shining with ominous blood, impregnated with hidden killing intent.

"You don't have to rush to refute, the truth I'm looking for will not be disobedient to you, I'm not your enemy."

"And even if you don't want to, you still need allies, don't you?"

Yan Wan tried to convince him.

"And you should think about why I came in here." The girl said with great certainty, "I have a connection here."

Yan Wan had easily let Xuande Dongtian recognize her as the master before, but now this illusion also resonated with her, making her enter as easily as if she had entered her own house.

About it, she thought, had something to do with her identity.

Although her current body is simulated by ritual, it is also the purest human blood, without a trace of adulteration.

Because of this, it made her look forward to it.

Since there is this preferential treatment, it proves that the predecessors still have the descendants in mind, so will there be any information left to explain something.

That's what she cares about most right now.

"You ......" Behemoth hesitated, but he didn't know much.

He couldn't tell if Yan Wan was telling the truth, but he did loosen up a little.

It's just that he still has doubts and vigilance that can't be dissipated, but it's also a fact that he can't beat his predecessors.

Now the situation is forcing him.

The thin youth's chest heaved as he breathed, and it looked obvious, and the long white hair that was messy and scattered was not the color of snow, but a slightly dull grayish white.

He seems to be blurred at this time, just a more embarrassing and more abusive beauty.

The ruthless expression adds a bit of charm.

"You come in with me." He warned: "You said, seek the truth, then don't try to take what doesn't belong to you."

"Of course."

But what jumped into her hand was not something she reached out for.

Yan Bang agreed, and walked closer to him, Behemoth's body was tense, and the two were finally separated by two people, looking at each other and being wary of each other, both with ghosts in their hearts.

Behemoth raised his hand, grasped the ring of the bronze door, and pulled it away with a single force.

The unfolded inside is not what Yan Wan saw before.

The pavement was filled with smoke with teeth and claws, and in the fog there were hideous and resentful human faces, and the sound of wailing pierced through, and the faint green candlelight in the smoke was faintly visible.

The smoke was so thick that he couldn't see the inside clearly, and Yan looked inside, feeling faintly uneasy in his heart.

"Let's go inside."

Behemoth was reluctant to take the lead and face Yan in the back, and reminded him.

"Hmm."

The two of them walked at the same time, the distance between them was filled with distrust of each other.

Leviathan followed the girl, guarding her back, and the big lion's restless golden hair exploded.

After entering, the smoke crowded in, and the faces of the people who came over were moist and steamy, and Yan Wan frowned in disgust.

The Leviathan reacted quickly, its tail flashing with thunder, and purple formed a shield around them, isolating the wailing from the human face.

Yan Wan turned his face sideways and saw that Behemoth had already propped up a red shield and moved forward as usual.

After a few steps, a faint green candle flame that looked far away from the smoke had already appeared in front of me.

It was a white candle, burning but emitting a green fire, and a steady stream of white mist, which seemed to be caused by the candle.

There were candles like this in the front of them, spreading in a line, which was a very conspicuous sign in the fog in this vague position.

The three of them walked silently along the candle, the more they went, the more ghostly they became, and the fog was so thick that it was about to turn into water, corroding the shield formed by the thunder.

Yan Wan looked at Leviathan, he nodded and said that he was completely fine, but the hair on his whole body exploded because of the thunder and lightning, like a golden dandelion.

Yan Wan chuckled inappropriately, feeling that his mood was not so heavy.

As we progressed, the scorching sound grew louder and louder, like the stench of rotting corpses.

The voice of wailing and supplication became clearer and more real.

Yan Wan's gaze stayed on the faces of those crowded and fused together for a while, and then moved away as if he had been burned.

It's so miserable and ugly, like a crowded and entangled worm.

She had a vague sense that these faces were not souls or other spiritual aggregates, but were illusions at best.

It's just that the fog has a half-body.

But because of this close to human appearance, she was slightly touched, but it was only slightly touched, and more of an irrepressible disgust.

“…… It's here. ”

Behemoth stopped, revealing the familiar altar in front of him.

The dragon-headed Ba Fengte sat quietly cross-legged on it.

The hideous and angry green dragon phantom floated out of him, constantly struggling and wailing, the festering wound could be seen with broken bones, the scales were uneven, and the horn of the dragon's head was broken in half.

"Dragon ......"

This is, dragon.

Yan Wan raised his eyes to look at the remnant of the green dragon whose spirit was in chaos and looked extremely crazy.

"You know!?"

The girl's whispering words made Behemoth turn her head to look at her and ask eagerly.

"I know." Yan Wan looked at him and replied flatly.

Although I don't know if the descendants of the dragon are really true, Yan Wan agrees with this statement in his heart.

She loved to identify with this mighty racial totem in her heart.

"But what I know isn't necessarily true, it's more likely to be false." The girl sighed, "So, continue as you have arranged."

“…… Well. Behemoth looked at her deeply, his eyes full of inquiry.

Step by step, the young man approached the slender figure of the altar, and the white hair fluttering in the wind melted into the white mist, and the red shield on his body was slowly dissolving.

As if he had seized an opportunity, the ghost face flew towards him like a locust.

Yan Wan frowned, a little uneasy, but he couldn't step on his raised foot.

This was already the limit, and she had no way to get closer, so she could only look at Behemoth, which was crumbling like a flame in the cold wind.

The scarred green dragon phantom became more and more agitated as he approached, and the blood-red eyes left golden blood, drop after drop, shocking.

Approaching a line, the Azure Dragon Phantom began to attack Behemoth, and he swooped down.

The flicking tail brought a gust of wind that blew away the white mist, leaving a huge crack in the altar.

The figure of Behemoth became more and more blurred in the white mist, and Yan Wan squinted his eyes to see him dodge the tail of the green dragon phantom and continue to approach Ba Fengte.