A chill rose from Fang Yuan's spinal cord and took control of his entire body, on the dimly lit battlefield, under the low-hanging dark clouds. He was alone, but he was like a man.

Looking back in the dark, Fang Yuan turned his head by chance, but there was nothing where his eyes met. A pair of eyes that seemed to look from the void, invisibly looking at Fang Yuan, were calling him, attracting him, and commanding him.

Fang Yuan didn't care about the swords, guns, swords, halberds, the broken corpses all over the ground, and the horses that were rushing with fright. His soul stumbled and staggered forward on this ancient battlefield.

He has to go through the ancient desolation, through the battlefield of Shura, through the confusion in his heart. To find the ethereal eyes, his body trembled violently, and cold sweat covered his whole body.

Fang Yuan felt that he was about to collapse, he wanted to stop, but he ran forward uncontrollably. The aura and chill of the battlefield were about to tear apart his body, and beyond that was the abyss. His soul was roaring, but his body was mad, vowing to be the moth that put out the fire.

Suddenly, with a stumble, Fang Yuan felt that his feet were in the air, and the sky was spinning. In the confusion, he reached out and grabbed something, strong and powerful, and they held each other tightly.

It's a hand, a hand that comes out of nowhere, and at this time, even a straw will be clenched tightly, let alone the hand that saves him. He held it tightly, and a strong force pulled him out of the deep quagmire, allowing Fang Yuan to see the light of day again.

It turned out that it was Liu Ziming who was watching Fang Yuan's body tremble constantly, his forehead was full of beads of sweat, and he felt that something was wrong. He hurriedly shook Fang Yuan, but Fang Yuan not only didn't wake up, but grabbed like crazy. Liu Ziming wanted to control Fang Yuan's hand, so the two of them held hands together, Liu Ziming dragged it down but dragged Fang Yuan awake.

Fang Yuan retreated several steps in a row, his hands supporting his knees, the halberd had already been thrown aside by him. He breathed the air hard, although the environment and air of this hall were not very good, but after all, he did not have to face the evil air and cold of the hellish battlefield, it was the fear that even the heart and lungs were cold when he took a breath.

"What's wrong with you?!" Liu Ziming carefully guarded his surroundings and asked Fang Yuan.

"It's okay, do you see anything?" Fang Yuan took a few sips, coughed twice, and waved his hand to speak.

"See, two shades of dark blue came out of the eyes of the golden skeleton, which is somewhat familiar."

Liu Ziming was also surprised by what he had just seen, he felt that Fang Yuan was like an evil spirit, and it was very likely that it had something to do with the faint blue light in the eyes of the golden bones. He thought about it, the faint blue light was familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Fang Yuan quickly glanced at the golden bones, and didn't dare to look at him for a long time, the golden bones were not abnormal. Could it really be his boundary-breaking evil pupil that woke him up? Although there is still a manic battle intent here at this time, it is still a small amount compared to the atmosphere on the battlefield just now.

Liu Ziming asked Fang Yuan, "What did you just do?"

Fang Yuan said helplessly: "I may have a look at this guy. ”

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While the two were talking, the mercury in the cyan glass pipe flowed rapidly for no reason. Everyone was frightened, for fear that this glass pipe would suddenly break, which would undoubtedly turn this place into a gas chamber. Some people have already begun to want to exit outside, but unfortunately the wooden door is actually closed, and it cannot be broken or pushed open.

Silver-white mercury and azure glaze, the two complement each other, and it looks beautiful. However, under this dreamy beauty, there is an endless danger, this amount of mercury, not only how long has it been flowing, but only a small sip is enough to exud deadly poison.

If the opening near them could be plugged to slow down the evaporation of mercury, but if it cracked on the top of their heads, there was nothing they could do. Although Liu Ziming can jump and reach it, it is one thing to be able to catch it, and it is another thing to be able to block it.

Although the mercury circulated quickly, the cyan glass pipe did not crack, but it still made everyone worry. Fang Yuan glanced at the golden skeleton again, could it have woken up?!

"!"

Fang Yuan scolded angrily, grabbed the halberd, and swung it fiercely, the halberd hit the head of the golden bone, making a piercing sound of metal clashes. The head did not fly, but fell to the side with its body.

It stands to reason that without the connection of muscles, the bones will definitely not be glued together like this anymore, but Fang Yuan didn't have the heart to explore the strangeness of this golden bone, anyway, this place was full of evil energy.

At this time, another discovery attracted Fang Yuan, behind the golden bones, in the bronze seat, there was actually a golden rod. Fang Yuan saw that it was a golden demon-slaying pestle that could be one meter long. There are gold beads hanging at the end, and the tail end is a sharp prism, and the style is the same as that of many temples, but the gold beads are slightly riotous.

The spine of the golden skeleton had been blocking there before, and their colors were so similar, neither Fang Yuan nor Liu Ziming noticed it for a while. There is a gap between the handle of the pestle and the groove of the bronze chair, just to make it easy to access. Fang Yuan was not polite, and directly reached out and took out the demon suppression pestle.

There is a warmth at the beginning, which makes people feel like a spring breeze, and the material may be gold alloy, heavy, but it is normal. When he picked it up, the gold bead chain at the end of the demon pestle rang out because of the shaking. In an instant, the entire hall was filled with Sanskrit sounds.

The golden beads are connected in a string, and the inside is hollowed, and there are beads inside, layer upon layer. Fang Yuan lifted the Boundary-Breaking Evil Pupil and found that there were eight layers in the dragon's eye-sized bead, and it was actually nine layers.

There are also nine gold chains, and on each chain are nine gold beads, for a total of nine nine hundred and eighty-one gold beads of the same size. Each bead is in turn nine layers, so each chain is equivalent to ninety-nine eighty-one beads of different sizes.

This solemn but agile Sanskrit sound emanates from these seven hundred and twenty-nine beads. Fang Yuan looked at the demon slaying pestle in his hand, the sound of Sanskrit singing was not big in his ears, but what the entire hall heard was a high sound, very magical.

Could this be the treasure Pan Guo is looking for? But where did Pan Guo go? Along the way, it was all one-way, and I didn't find any other passages, or he was really knocked away by the ancient general at the beginning, without a sound.

Is this demon pestle placed here to suppress the golden bones, or is this golden bone suppressing the demon pestle? Anyway, although the two are similar in color, they are undoubtedly one good and one evil.

While Fang Yuan looked at the Demon Suppression Pestle, he didn't shake, and gradually the Sanskrit sound emitted by the Demon Suppressing Pestle disappeared. The hall became quiet again, and the mercury in the glazed pipes slowed down and became a slow flow.