"Get out!" Ye Zihan was thinking about how to get out of the predicament, when Chiyin, who was in her arms, suddenly raised her head, glanced faintly in the direction behind her, and her immature and indifferent voice came out.

The fierce wind, which was already about to touch Ye Zihan's body, suddenly stopped.

A faint whisper of fear could be heard in the air, and then the thin black threads that wrapped around Ye Zihan's feet disappeared in an instant.

Night Zihan didn't even know what was going on.

Looking at the red silver in his arms, Ye Zihan's face was slightly solemn.

If it weren't for Chiyin following, I'm afraid she would have really hung up.

This place is really dangerous! She was too impulsive.

However, since they have all come out, and there is the protector god of Chiyin, Ye Zihan is rarely a little fearless.

Holding Chiyin, Ye Zihan moved forward in a leisurely and slow posture.

From time to time, there will be inexplicable attacks, because of the presence of Chiyin, Ye Zihan did not suffer any damage, and entered the island safely.

The trees here grew strangely, crooked, not straight trunks, and looked like bones and twisted human bodies, and the leaves were large, bigger than the face of the night violet, and green, as if they were fine emeralds.

There were not a single fallen leaves on the ground, and there were no weeds in sight, and the path was smooth as if someone was tidying up every day.

Night Zihan walked in the woods, always feeling as if there were many eyes looking at her, and she was uncomfortable.

Chiyin lay lazily in Ye Zihan's arms, and from time to time swept coldly to both sides with her gray-white indifferent eyes.

The trees rustled, not knowing whether they were welcoming or fearing something.

Ye Zihan felt that this island was like an island in a fairy tale, and the beauty around it was not like words, whether it was a flower or a leaf, it seemed to have been carefully cut.

I don't know how long I walked, but Ye Zihan found that the vision in front of her gradually became wider, and the twisted trees around her gradually decreased, and in front of her was a green meadow, on which you could see colorful flowers.

The flowers are the size of a palm, and the petals are closed at this time, as if they have not yet opened.

Ye Zihan thought that these flowers were a little strange, as if they were afraid or some reason to close the petals.

But there didn't seem to be any danger, and she looked at the colorful flowers in confusion as she walked deeper through the grass.

There is a crystal clear stream in the grass, and you can see fish swimming in the stream, and it is like an ordinary ordinary island, with all kinds of creatures that should exist on the island.

Overnight, Zihan felt that something was wrong.

This is the Endless Sea, and the Endless Sea is most famous for its various dangerous sea beasts, and the calm here is a little scary.

The deeper you went, the more desolate the island became, and at last even the land became barren and bare, with only a few strands of dead grass swaying in the wind.

The sound of the wind came into my ears, whirring like a ghost crying wolf, and it was clear that the wind was not big at all.

Ye Zihan stepped on the ground, but suddenly found that the originally dark land suddenly turned blood-colored, and a steady stream of blood began to spread out from the soles of her feet, instantly turning the barren land in front of her into a blood-colored ocean.

Between the snorts, there was a strong smell of blood, which made people want to vomit.

Ye Zihan looked at the scene in front of her and frowned slightly.

Visions began to appear in front of him, humans in golden armor, holding swords and shields in their hands, riding white unicorn-like mounts, fighting to kill the enemy.

The enemy on the other side of them couldn't see their faces clearly, but they vaguely looked like normal humans, with only a vague shadow.

It was a terrible battle, and soon countless corpses were piled up on the ground, rivers of blood flowed, and vultures hovering in the air eating carrion, swooping down from time to time, taking an arm or a leg in their mouths, and flying away contentedly.

Ye Zihan only felt a cold sweat, and by the time she came back to her senses, her face was pale and her breathing was a little short.

The people in these pictures obviously have nothing to do with her, but when she watched them bleed, she actually had the illusion that she was bleeding blood in her body, and her heartbeat became very fast.

After taking a few deep breaths, Ye Zihan came back to her senses and looked at the ground in front of her in a daze.

The land was still black, with no blood, no smell of blood, as if all she had seen was an illusion.

In front of the black earth, a huge black shadow standing tall between heaven and earth could be vaguely seen.

Ye Zihan felt that her heartbeat accelerated again when she saw this black shadow, and even walked forward a little uncontrollably, getting closer step by step, and finally, finally stood in front of this black shadow.

It is a huge stone monument.

The stele is estimated to be 100 zhang high, and it is full of dense strange words, those words Ye Zihan obviously don't know any of them, but there is a sense of familiarity that seems to be engraved into her bones, as if these words themselves are engraved in her bone marrow, so familiar that her eyes burn, and her heart stings slightly.

Reaching out to cover her eyes, Ye Zihan felt a moist cheek.

She actually looked at the stele and cried.

What tears are, Ye Zihan has never known, so to speak, since she can remember, she has not cried for anything.

But at this time, just looking at this strange nameless stone tablet, she actually had a kind of sorrow that emerged from her soul.

Chiyin also looked at the stone tablet in front of him silently, and rarely did not speak.

A man and a beast stood quietly in front of the stone monument, as if worshipping, silent for a long time.

"What the hell is this?" The sound of an approximate murmur suddenly came out lightly, and in the quiet air, it seemed to be blown away by the wind far, far away.

"Kid, you're finally here." In the sky, there seems to be a voice responding to the night purple Han, which comes very suddenly.

Ye Zihan looked up in a daze, looked at the distant sky, was silent, and did not speak.

The silence devoured everything around him little by little, the whole world was still in darkness, the ground seemed to be sinking slowly, but Ye Zihan didn't feel anything.

By the time she finally regained consciousness, the person was already in a strange place.

It appears to be a mausoleum.

Gray walls, dim light, illuminate the place.

Ye Zihan hugged Chiyin in her arms tightly, a little hesitant, but there seemed to be a voice in her mind, guiding her forward.

The footsteps just walked out uncontrollably.

The stone walls on both sides are carved with some simple drawings, and the figures have simple lines and no color, as if they are recording something in the oldest way.

Ye Zihan looked all the way over, it seemed to be a process of a race appearing and multiplying, and there were many sacrificial processes and strange rituals on the screen.

This underground mausoleum is very large, and it can even be said that there is such a cemetery buried under the entire island.

A long, dimly lit corridor with nothing but countless frescoes.

Ye Zihan hugged Chiyin and walked very slowly, carefully observing the murals around her.

There was nothing special about the mural, but she vaguely felt that some of the pictures were very familiar.

After walking for a long time, she stopped.

This is a circular hall, with a dragon chair-like chair in front of it, and stone statues on both sides, which seem to be guards, are lined up on both sides.

There was no one on the dragon chair, but he could faintly feel a momentum coming down from above.

There seemed to be nothing else in the hall other than these.

Night Zihan looked around and found that there were countless passages around the entire hall leading to other places, and on each passage, there was a small beast carved on it, which seemed to be a guardian beast, but many of Ye Zihan didn't recognize it.

Once again, her gaze shifted to the chair in front of her, and something was pulling her forward.

Chiyin jumped down from Ye Zihan's arms at this time, looking at the dragon chair in front of him coldly, with a touch of disdain in his gray-white eyes.

Ye Zihan glanced at Chiyin before slowly walking over.

The stone statues on both sides have a somewhat blurred facial features, probably because they have been here for a long time.

Ye Zihan didn't pay much attention to them, just looked at the chair in front of him.

The chair is not tattooed with a dragon totem, but a seven-headed phoenix.

Ye Zihan frowned slightly, always feeling that these seven-headed phoenixes were a little strange, stretched out his hand, and gently nodded at the phoenix on the chair, a tingling pain came from the fingertips, and bright red blood beads dripped from the punctured fingertips and fell on the phoenix on the chair.

A burst of red light flashed on the phoenix's body, and the phoenix, which was already alive, seemed to be alive at this time, and was about to take off from the chair at any time.

Ye Zihan's eyes widened, and at that moment, her eyes suddenly turned lilac, and every hair of the phoenix on the chair was so clearly reflected in her eyes, she could even see every graceful movement of the phoenix, as well as the blood flow in her body, and their attack moves, etc.

Those things were incomparably clearly engraved into Ye Zihan's mind.

When Ye Zihan came back to her senses, there was no more strange chair in front of her, and she was not in the gray burial chamber, but stood by the sea, and in front of her was a silver boat, and Chiyin was lying at her feet, as if they had just come down from the boat, and had not entered the island at all, nor had they seen those strange things.

Ye Zihan clutched her chest, she felt that the blood in her heart was very hot, as if something that belonged to her was carved into her soul and became one with her soul.

Chiyin raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Zihan lightly, in those gray-white eyes, there was a light purple light flashing in an instant, but it was so fast that it was too late to grasp it at all.