Everyone fell silent, as if an invisible weight suddenly fell from the sky, pressing on everyone's body, and overwhelming people.

Countless people have died here, and it has rained blood here for a long time, and it is impossible to tell whose blood it is, it may also be the blood of righteous monks or monsters.

Inside the gate is a wide and flat stone path, and on both sides of the stone path are shallow pools, and at night, the water surface reflects the stars and moon in the sky.

There were slight ripples on the surface of the water, and there were still fish swimming silently and silently.

Her trances were discovered by Shi'er.

"What's wrong?"

"In the water...... How can there be fish? ”

"After a long time, follow the spring water from somewhere else."

This makes Qiuqiu feel very uncomfortable.

She remembered Guo Ci's tragedy before his death, was it here?

Qiuqiu turned his head and looked around.

I don't know where a wildfire burns, and wisps of smoke waft through. Not far from both sides of the pool, there is a stone carved beast head, which has different shapes. There were fish, there were birds, and some Qiuqiu couldn't make out what it was.

Water droplets drip from the stonefish's mouth, breaking through the mirror-smooth surface of the water. The calm stars and moon above and the night distorted and turbulent, and one ripple after another slowly spread.

Someone in the team whispered, "This place is really evil." ”

Maybe it's the night, everyone has this feeling in their hearts, and many people's hands are holding down the hilt of the sword.

The stone path soon came to an end, and a tower appeared in front of them.

It may not be appropriate to use the word "appear", but this tower is there in the first place, but because the night is thick, it may be ...... For some other reason, when I didn't get closer, Qiuqiu didn't even notice that there was a tower here.

"...... this?"

She didn't remember the tower.

"This tower was built by someone later, and the seal is under the tower."

The tower door was closed, and the guard was the first to step forward and push the tower door open.

The squeaky rattle of the doorshaft was heard far away in the silence.

The voice was so sharp that it was like something slashing across the eardrum, and Qiuqiu couldn't help but shudder.

The inside of the door was also dark and dreary, and a cool breeze blew from inside, and Qiuqiu closed her eyes.

With the wind blowing on his face, it seemed like there was something else.

Her heart moved slightly, but when she opened her eyes, the feeling was gone.

It was still the people of Jiufeng who walked ahead.

Qiuqiu and Shi'er walked side by side.

The lamppost next to the door suddenly lit up automatically.

Dark red flames flickered in the stone lamps, illuminating the stone steps in front of them.

The lampposts stretched all the way down, dotted with stars, into the deep darkness.

It illuminates a road to hell.

Someone had wanted to explore the Sealed Lands before.

Although they heard the news of the monster, many people were skeptical. Some people suspect that monsters don't exist at all, and some people even pretend to be gods to eradicate aliens - there are not only two people who think this way.

Some people also feel that even if the monster is real, it can be guaranteed that it was a fish that slipped through the net in the previous battle, and it was not sealed, but its vitality was greatly damaged, and it found a secluded and desolate place to hide, and it may still breed, and now it is the evil seed that remains behind.

There are not a few people who think the latter way.

Because people are always like this, they are always reluctant to believe the worst possible when encountering things.

Among the people living now, they have never seen what kind of tragedy it was like when the monsters were raging, but everyone has heard the legend.

It was a catastrophe in the world, and after more than ten years of hard work before and after that tough battle, every sect was greatly injured, and some were even wiped out, and the inheritance of the Taoist system was extinct.

Monsters are terrifying and irresistible.

With this in mind, I don't want to believe that there will be a problem with the seal.

Qiuqiu looked at the stone steps that stretched downward, and the light of the stone lamps on both sides flickered on and off.

Shi'er walked down.

Qiuqiu followed closely.

The hem of her skirt dragged on the stone steps, the corners of her dress gently flicking.

A disciple of the Purple Cloud Pavilion who was walking behind whispered to the person next to him, "Who is that girl?" ”

"I heard that it's the peak master's Taoist companion."

"Cut, what kind of beauty do I think it is......"

"Be quiet, maybe people are very capable."

"The ability is high," the man's voice was sour: "Otherwise, if you are not very old, you will hook up with such a character, what is there to worry about in this life?" ”

These voices are mixed with footsteps and whispers of others, and they are very faint.

Qiuqiu didn't hear this at all, and even if she did, she wouldn't care.

Some people always speculate on the behavior of others with their own mentality, and weigh and judge the behavior of others with their own standards.

That is, to spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

She hasn't been paying too much attention, and from time to time she will be in a trance.

Something permeated the night.

Not smoke, not fog, not even sound.

Qiuqiu didn't actually see anything, it was just a feeling.

Like ...... A smell.

She couldn't tell what it was, she hadn't smelled it before.

It's very light, faint when it's faint.

But no one else seemed to notice.

Even Shi'er is the same.

What is the smell?

There is a turning point in the middle of the stone steps, which continues to extend to the depths and deeper.

A young man in the back got impatient and whispered, "Isn't the monster an evil ghost that emerged from the eighteenth floor of the earth?" ”

The people in front stopped, and the people behind didn't know what was going on, and they all leaned together nervously.

At the end of the stone steps, there is a deep stream in front of it, and there is no bottom in sight. There are two narrow iron cables pulled on it.

It used to be a rope bridge, but after a long time, no one came here, of course, no one would repair and protect it, and the bridge plate was rotten, and only the iron cables remained.

You can't wield a sword here, and you can't leap over.

Shi'er reached out and grabbed Qiuqiu's hand, and stepped on the iron rope first.

Suddenly a strong wind rose in the deep stream, and the iron rope was blown and swayed, and the people on the iron rope rose and fell like a boat on a stormy sea.

Qiuqiu's clothes and headbands were fluttering in the wind, and the whole person was about to be blown off from above.

The people behind looked at them and were terrified.

But they still walked to the other side safely.

Elder Cao and Guan Wei walked up behind.

Yuxia Zhenren glanced at the person standing beside her.

Fang Zhenren stretched out his hand to her.

Yuxia Zhenren put her hand in the palm of his hand.

The iron rope under her feet was simply slippery and forceless, and Yuxia Zhenren was preoccupied, trying to maintain her balance.

She didn't pay attention to the look of Fang Zhenren beside her.

Nor did she see the concerned gaze he cast.

The experience made him lose his mind for a moment.

A long time ago, they used to walk hand in hand across the narrow bridge over the river. The rushing stream hit the bluestone of the bridge pier, making a splash of snow-white and crystal water.

Her face was stained with droplets, and she smiled like a fresh flower.

What was he thinking at the time?

He suddenly remembered what he was thinking.

He wanted that moment to be eternal.

He hoped that the bridge would never have to be finished.

It doesn't matter what is on the other side of the bridge, what matters is that they are the only ones on the bridge, with no distractions and companionship for each other.

The look in my eyes at that time, the mood at that time.

Now it is like a world away, and there is no trace to be found.

Suddenly the feet stepped on the ground.

Fang Zhenren bowed his head a little dazedly, they had already walked to the other side.

Yuxia Zhenren's hand pulled back.

Fang Zhenren's hand was held slowly and empty.

Someone behind him exclaimed, and Yuxia turned her head to look.

The ornaments on someone's body were probably not fastened tightly, and they were blown away by the wind, and without making a sound, they were swept away by the wind and fell to the bottom of the bottomless abyss.

The man retreated, not daring to cross the bridge.

Counting, about a dozen people did not dare to cross the bridge, among which the female disciples of the Purple Jade Pavilion accounted for the majority.

It was not surprising at all that the people of that sect in the Central Plains were retreating from them, in their opinion, these women in the Purple Jade Pavilion were just clinging to the strong, looking up to others, and living an extremely humble life. When they came to the sealed land, they must have wanted to take advantage of the excitement to form a few more good fates and draw a few dew loves, but they didn't come to kill demons and eliminate demons. Now when they move seriously, they are afraid.

If it is usual, it is inevitable that there will be people who want to bargain for a bargain, but no one is in the mood for this at this time.

There are still a few left, most of them are young and shallow in the sect, and the master is not at ease, so he let them wait here, and they don't have to go with them.

They are now in the depths of the earth, how deep exactly? Qiuqiu couldn't say clearly. Strangely enough, it doesn't have the feeling of suffocation and isolation that you would find in caves and crypts, on the contrary, the air here is circulating, and the wind is even stronger than on the ground.

The wind blew through the empty cave and whined, as if someone was crying and shouting.

The smell became clear.

Qiuqiu looked at the edge of the heavily blocked circle in front of her.

What she smelled, she thought, might be the smell of the seal.

The seal was carved out of a lot of precious and rare materials, and of course after so many years, the smell should have dissipated a long time ago.

But she thought she could just smell it.

When Guo Cisheng painted the formation, he added his own blood.

Maybe what Qiuqiu smelled at this time was the smell of blood that once flowed here.

Shi'er's fingers flexed and flicked lightly.

A meteor-like flash of light flew out of his fingertips and stayed in mid-air, emitting a blue light.

Qiuqiu lowered her head.

There was a shimmer of cyan light at her feet.

The seemingly flat ground turned out to be traceable, and the light that meandered and swam was like mercury splashed on the ground, flowing like countless silver fish swimming in the black pool.

Then these intermittent silver threads were connected little by little.

The huge, blue-silver array was completely spread out in front of him, like a galaxy of Haohan, a flash of light.

Qiuqiu couldn't make a sound for a while, and couldn't even breathe.

It's beautiful,

It's magnificent......

But what she thought of at this time was the figure of Guo Cisheng who jumped into the formation.

The more beautiful everything in front of her became, the more uncomfortable she felt in her heart.

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