I don't know what happened to the Djinn people. And the Masked Man, and whether his two nephews are now captured by the Ethereal Spirit.

Yan San was worried alone, then shook his head helplessly, turned to look at the little bell and said, "Forget it, no one can help us now, now I just need to protect the safety of Lord Little Bell and wait for the opportunity to rush out."

Lord Little Bell stood in front of him in a daze, those empty eyes made Yan San feel a trace of sympathy.

"Little Bell-sama, who made you look like this?"

"If I had known, I would never have let him go."

"The patriarch will not let him go."

"Lord Little Bell, do you want to be the clan master? I don't know where he is now? How sad he would have been if he knew that the Quartet Clan was fighting among themselves now" Yan San recalled the chaos before he escaped from the Quartet Clan, and he was inexplicably depressed.

"It's clear that everyone is a brother, why do you have to be like this? Is human nature really that unbearable? Can brotherhood be betrayed and abandoned for the sake of profit? Yan San really couldn't understand why those people who called themselves brothers and sisters on weekdays would turn against each other for some interests.

"However, it's okay to be like Lord Little Bell, at least you won't worry about these tedious things," Yan San said this, shaking his head self-deprecatingly.

"And ..... Nangong Blue Butterfly, how is she now? Did she escape from the tomb unharmed? Yan San was depressed for a while, and then remembered the only relative in this world.

"Although she has done things to hurt the Quartet, she is my relative after all, and we have the same blood in our veins..."

"How could I be truly ruthless to her?".

"You are my sister, the only sister," Yan San said, and his eyes were red with some emotion.

"If you were alive, I would like to know you."

While Yan San was talking to himself alone, Little Bell was staring straight at him with a pair of empty eyes.

I don't know if she's listening, or if she's heading in that direction at a loss.

In short, the two of them are immersed in their own worlds and cannot extricate themselves.

Perhaps this is the melancholy and sad atmosphere that confined spaces bring to people.

It makes people can't help but think about something.

In the space, there is no change in time and space, and they seem to be in a completely independent cage.

I don't know how much time I have lost with the outside world.

It wasn't until Yan San felt very bored, very boring, and wanted to go crazy that he wanted to break through the boundary and go out to find out some situations.

But when he was about to open the boundary, he hesitantly glanced back at the little bell.

He shook his head helplessly and said, "Wait, maybe those void spirits haven't been completely withdrawn yet."

He turned slowly and paced back to where he was.

Throw a package out, lie down on your side, and get through this time in the most languid posture.

But it didn't take long for him to get bored and want to shout loudly.

He tossed and turned on the ground, and finally jumped up, and his whole body was like an ant on a hot pot, spinning around.

Damn claustrophobia!

Yan San muttered this sentence repeatedly.

He didn't have any claustrophobia in the first place, but because of this absolutely quiet, absolutely static time and space, anyone would have such a sense of restlessness.

Yan San held his breath and exhaled after a long time to relieve the tension in his heart.

But the effect was not obvious, and now he had to find other ways to decompress.

So he tried many ways to distract himself, but in the end he failed.

Yan San buried his head in the package in agony, and let out a low roar like a beast from his mouth.

He tore hard with his hands, and suddenly, he seemed to touch something, so he was stunned and immediately raised his head.

He dragged a painting out of the package with both hands.

It was a double-sided painting, with a beautiful woman on the front and a girl in green on the back, Mu Yiyi, although they were almost identical in appearance, he could still recognize the difference between the two at a glance.

Ever since that time in the crack, they were turned into a picture scroll by the Lord of the Dream Sect, they had lost their sense of being with Yan San, and they had completely turned into two picture scrolls.

Yan San stared at the scroll in distraction, and gently touched the beauty in the painting with his hand.

Although they had lost their temperature and sense of reality, they still made Yan San feel the breath of their existence.

"Are you all right now? Don't worry, I will release you, you will treat it as a nightmare, one day it will wake up" Yan San's obsessive eyes fell, and his palm fell little by little along the scroll.

"Whoa."

At this moment, a few very simple whispers came from behind Yan San, and he hurriedly turned around to search in shock, he thought that someone had broken through the boundary and rushed in.

But there was no one behind him but the little bell.

"It's damn claustrophobia again, it's all hallucinating," he naturally wouldn't believe it was the little bell that made those two tones.

When Yan San turned around to stare at the scroll again, the voice behind him reappeared. He hurriedly turned around, and found that the little bell was already standing across from him, and pointed his little finger at the scroll.

Yan San was stunned for a moment, not knowing what she meant. He frowned slightly, and looked at the pupils of the little bell, only to see that there was a strange brilliance in the depths of her pupils at this time.

That brilliance actually made Yan San feel a sense of disorientation.

"You? Little Bell, is it really you? Yan San stared at her in surprise and asked.

The little bell didn't react, just stubbornly pointed at the scroll.

"Little Bell, do you want to draw?" Yan San hesitated for a long time before trying to ask.

As if he understood, the little bell leaned over slightly and leaned towards the scroll.

Yan San hurriedly picked up the scroll and put it in the palm of her hand.

However, curious eyes stared at her, not knowing what she was going to do.

The little bell moves very slowly, as if some kind of prohibition restricts the speed of thinking.

She opened the scroll slowly, and then stared at it with her eyes, as if looking intently.

It's just that after that, Yan San was so frightened that he trembled.

I saw that the little bell suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out a dark green cyclone, trying to tear this picture scroll.

Seeing this scene, Yan San hurriedly rushed over nervously, grabbed the little bell's wrist and said, "Lord Little Bell, this is not a painting, the people in it are real."

But the little bell ignored him, and continued to go his own way and spew out that ghostly air flow towards the scroll.

In less than a moment, the entire painting was wrapped in airflow, and in the end, even Yan San didn't know if it was still there.

You must know that Lord Little Bell's cultivation has always been very unexpected, and Yan San also knows something about this.

Especially when she woke up, the spell she displayed was amazing.

Now that she has awakened, the spell is enough to annihilate the scroll.

Whether it is Mu Yiyi or a beauty, Yan San is like a belief in the depths of his soul, if there is no them, Yan San will lose the motivation to live.

He looked at the scroll that turned into a cloud of mist, and he couldn't scold Lord Little Bell, so he could only slam his head into the package alone and punish himself.

I don't know how long it has been, but the little bell behind him has completely stopped moving, so he turned around and went back to check, only to see that her eyes have recovered the holes, and the scroll between her hands has come back, but not one, but into two.

Yan San stepped out excitedly and snatched the scroll from her hand, and at this time, the two beauties were reflected in his eyes.

At this moment, Yan San burst into tears with excitement.

Just when he was feeling sentimental, suddenly there was a suction force from his arm, and it actually sucked the scroll in his hand towards the palm of his hand.

The suction became stronger and stronger, and finally the scroll could not bear it anymore and was completely inhaled by it.

Yan San stared at his empty palm inexplicably, not knowing where the two scrolls had gone.

Yan San hurriedly opened his inner look, but still couldn't find them.

Suddenly, Yan San's mind lit up, and he immediately unbuttoned the button on his chest, revealing the ghost mirror.

At this time it exudes a dark, mysterious aura.

Through the mirror, Yan San's consciousness entered a time and space that was both familiar and quite unfamiliar.

It's just that unlike before, the time and space of the picture scroll at this time are no longer one, but two.

A picture scroll entity that appears to be exactly the same as before, and looks like another world.

The other painting is more like a dream.

The woman in green is also like living in a dream, giving people a sense of unreality and illusion.

"You're all finally back" Yan San stood in the time and space of the picture scroll, staring at the free beauties in the two picture scrolls in front of him, tears rolling down his cheeks again.

"As long as you can live, I don't have anything to ask for" Yan San stepped in front of two completely different picture scrolls, he didn't go in directly to disturb them, but stood silently outside staring at them.

At this time, Yan San seemed to have made some kind of decision, and his whole state of mind seemed to be detached at this moment, and the momentum of the whole person suddenly rose a lot.

His Tao is finally solidified into a seemingly existing artistic conception, that is, meditation.

Yan San has already entered the Condensation Yuan Period. Now he was only one step away from condensing into the Void Element, as the Masked Man said.

Such an abrupt change was unexpected even by Yan San himself.

Yan San stood quietly in the time and space of the scroll, staring at them for dozens of hours.

The loneliness and claustrophobia in his heart all disappeared together.

Now his mood is as calm as water, and his eyes are full of clear insight.

Yan San strode out of the ghost mirror, and when he faced the little bell with empty eyes again, he couldn't help but bow deeply to her and say, "Thank you."

The little bell didn't react at all, she was like a soulless statue, standing motionless.

Looking at the appearance of the little bell, Yan San shed a tear in his heart. But there was nothing he could do about it. After all, he gathered the strength of the entire Quartet clan to find a famous doctor for Lord Little Bell, and even many high-level spirit fruits failed to cure him, and Yan San was powerless to return to the sky.

Yan San could only do his best to protect the safety of the little bell, even if it was at the cost of his own life, he would not hesitate.

At this time, Yan San's eyes became extremely resolute, and his whole body was full of battle intent, ready for the next bitter battle at any time.

Then he carried the little bell on his shoulder, stepped through the void, and returned to the Sea of Nothingness.

The outside of a palace in the Enchanted Valley was wrapped in a cloud of crimson energy, giving people a terrifying and bloody deterrent.

Countless female soldiers are far away from this palace, for fear of being sucked into it and becoming terrible ghosts.

A few days ago, they had seen a palace maid sucked in by them and turned into a wandering female ghost.

She had no body, swaying like a ghost around the palace's red energy covers.

But no one who saw this scene regarded this palace as a ghost, and stayed away.

.....

At this time, not only the female officials and maids were like this, but even the Ten Charms themselves seemed to be very panicked about everything that the cyan boy had done.

In a few days, he concocted many mysterious ghosts, saying that they were used to participate in the war.

However, Ten Charms wanted to see how he refined the spirit soldiers, but he blocked her. And threatened that if you dare to peep, my son will refine your entire Demon Valley into a spirit soldier.

In a word, it immediately made Ten Charms feel a sense of fear from the bone marrow.

She only now realizes how terrible the cyan boy is. Ten charms also don't know whether it is worth it for them to provoke this evil star to assist them in revenge.

But now she has a hard time riding a tiger, so she can only go on hard.

Seeing the frightened sisters beside her, and their resentful eyes, the Ten Charms were unaware. still strode to the officer's barracks, and dispatched various armies to prepare for the ultimate war with the Quartet.

This battle is not only related to the grievances and entanglements between her and Lao Xiaotou, but also the final power structure of the entire human world. After this battle, no one in the human world will have the strength to fight against any of them, which will represent the beginning of a new era. And the leader of this era must be one of the Quartet and the Demon Valley.

At this time, the Ten Charms are no longer simply living in resentment with Lao Xiaotou, her world pattern has been concentrated with power, and she is transitioning to a queen's hegemony..... It's just that even she herself has not really realized this change. She just loves and loves this kind of feeling wrapped in power and admired.

Military orders were thrown from her small hands as white as jade, and the momentum that would decide the life and death of tens of millions of people with a single gesture had unconsciously revealed from her momentum.

It's a pity that there is still a fire of hatred hidden in the depths of her eyes, otherwise, if she can give up her grudges and be obsessed with power with all her heart, then she has many opportunities to make peace with Lao Xiaotou, maybe Lao Xiaotou will take the initiative to give up the earth after thinking about some conditions, and let her become the queen of the real human world. Unfortunately, she didn't realize what she really wanted. When she woke up completely, her dream of being a queen was shattered again.

When the Ten Charms had finished speaking, the heat in her eyes had subsided little by little. She stepped down the hall and stood on the stone steps, looking out at the morning light in the distance.

(End of chapter)