In the realm of the dead, Wen Wugui stands here quietly.

There was a faint sound echoing around, and a man covered in blood in front of him smiled fiercely at him, and kept waving his hand to provoke, no matter how you look at this picture, there is a bit of a ghost.

Wen Wugui's face was expressionless, he didn't hesitate anything, his left hand moved, and some bright white air currents gathered in his hand, which was condensed aura.

"Ahh Don't make a move, it's me senior! ”

Mu Jiujiu looked at Wen Wugui's raised left hand, a ball of light containing surging power gradually increased, and it was about to shoot towards her, she quickly shouted to him.

Wen Wugui heard this voice, glanced at her hesitantly, and said suspiciously: "...... Wine? ”

"It's me!" Mu Jiujiu hurriedly said.

She didn't know how embarrassed she was now, her robe was covered in blood, and her hair was messy, just like the kind of female ghost in the movie.

"Are you okay now?" Wen Wugui looked at her appearance, a little speechless.

"Me? Very good, you see me jumping around. Mu Jiujiu immediately said.

Wen Wugui was silent for a moment, handed her a white jade bottle, and said lightly, "Eat it." ”

"Oh, what is this?" Mu Jiujiu took it.

She didn't think that Wen Wugui had any need to harm herself, not to mention that he was still Wen Yuan's friend. She opened it directly and sniffed it, and said, "It's very fragrant, it must taste good." ”

Wen Wugui: "......"

He swallowed the words "restore spiritual power" again.

Wen Wugui put his eyes back on the stone gate in front of him, and made a mark on his hand, but the stone gate did not move.

He sighed softly.

Mu Jiujiu looked at the stone gate that suddenly appeared here in front of him, and suddenly felt that the blood jade placed in the clothes was slightly hot, and then it flew out, shooting out a ray of light from it, sweeping on the stone door.

The ground suddenly began to tremble, the stone door in front of him slowly opened, and the blood jade soon became dim again, falling into the palm of Mu Jiujiu's hand.

Wen Wugui glanced at her with a gaze that had never been more complicated than ever.

Mu Jiujiu didn't pay attention, she felt that the stone gate in front of her seemed to have an attraction, and she felt that her soul was pulled in. Then, I felt that the scene in front of me had changed drastically.

Her head was a little dizzy, but she couldn't stabilize her mind, and when she saw the scene in front of her, her expression froze slightly.

It is a majestic and splendid temple, like a miracle.

The surrounding walls are covered with intricate patterns and bright colors. The ground is paved with cyan rocks, as if it has been baptized for a long time, and it is obviously dark in front of you, but there are ancient lamps in front of you, illuminating this temple.

Mu Jiujiu looked up and found that she couldn't see the end, and her head was black, like a bottomless abyss, with a few faint stars twinkling.

"Where is this?" Mu Jiujiu couldn't help but ask.

In the open environment, her voice is extremely penetrating. Wen Wugui glanced at her, made a booing motion, and walked forward with his hands in his hands.

She and Wen Wugui embarked on this road, there was no sound around her, and the gorgeous miraculous scenery in front of her made her slightly intoxicated.

Wen Wugui stood by a wall, and Mu Jiujiu looked forward with his gaze and found that it was a painting on the wall.

The color of this painting is heavy, as if it has been baptized by too many years, and some places have fallen slightly, but you can still see the magnificence of this mural from its appearance.

"I've heard that there is a chance to enter a large hall full of murals in the realm of the dead, and you can see some of the stories of ancient mythical beasts in the legend, but now it seems that this is true." Wen Wugui said slowly.

Mu Jiujiu felt a little confused, why did the ancient divine beasts come out? Isn't that thing the Qinglong White Tiger Vermilion Bird Xuanwu and the like, and it has been harvested and favored in many novels, or is it that the mythical beasts in this world are different?

Her thoughts were racing, and she leaned forward slightly, staring at the mural in front of her.

The scene in front of me was extremely magnificent, and under the gray sky, there was a huge tree that radiated a faint blue light. Its branches are extremely thick, and its foliage is luxuriant, and the whole world seems to be lit up by it.

And in the center of that canopy, there seems to be something pregnant. Looking closely, it was a snow-white spirit beast, and its body was curled up in its infancy. Every detail of its body is exquisite, and its slightly open pupils are dazzling gold inside.

Maybe it's because this portrait is too realistic, it's just a painting in front of him, but Mu Jiujiu looks at it with an immersive and strange feeling.

Mu Jiujiu pondered for a moment and continued to move forward.

In the next painting, the white beast just now was a little bigger, he was athletic, shuttling through a huge forest, and the tail behind him was huge, faintly flashing with electricity.

Most of the next murals are pictures of the growth of this mythical beast, and Mu Jiujiu watched it with relish, and I don't know when the scene in front of me has changed.

Next, in a dark and deep space, a man in a pure white robe sits, a scroll in his hand, as if pondering something.

Although it is just a back, it inexplicably has a bit of a lonely and chic taste.

She stared at the image for a long time, then moved on. The next scene made Mu Jiujiu's pupils shrink.

……

Inside the Exiled Lands.

At Duan Qianxiao's strong request, he finally found his disappeared pants.

He couldn't help but say: "Brother Wen Yuan, your trick is too damaging, didn't I just tell the truth, are you shy like this?" ”

The "shy" Wen Yuan was expressionless, and he said calmly: "I'm afraid of your heat." ”

"Then I thank you." Duan Qianxiao snorted coldly.

The sand beneath their feet was scorching hot, perhaps because the temperature around them had cooled a little as the sun was getting older.

Duan Qianxiao looked ahead, and in the dim light, the ruins of a dilapidated city gradually appeared. He pointed to that place and looked at Luo Cheng, and wondered, "What is that?" ”

Luo Chengdao: "It is said to be an ancient city, but it gradually decayed and became a ruin. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the "desert horse" beside him suddenly became irritable, his hooves raised, and his mouth made a small sound, as if he was afraid of something.

Duan Qianxiao suddenly raised his head and looked forward.

On the yellow sand ahead, a cloud of smoke suddenly rose, and some people seemed to be rushing in their direction—

"What's going on?" Duan Qianxiao wondered, Wen Yuan beside him had already drawn his sword.

This otherwise quiet place suddenly burst into a clamor as many people in front of him came towards this side with weapons in hand, and the ground trembled slightly.

Luo Cheng said coldly: "It's those people." ”

In addition to some of the wronged people in the Exiled Lands, there are also some real evildoers. These people gathered and spontaneously formed an organization, which usually enjoyed robbery and killing.

Behind them, the weak woman seemed to have seen something terrible, her face pale and trembling. Her eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation, and she bit her lip as if she had made up her mind.