Rong Nianzhen was silent and took out a lump of things from his arms.

White, like silk but lighter in texture, he unfolded the picture and dipped it in water, and the color on it became brighter and brighter. It seems to be a landscape map.

In the crowd, the faces of the white-haired old man and the young man in gorgeous clothes beside him changed instantly.

Everything in the illusion is fake, but this picture turns out to be real!

The drenched youth stared at the translucent scroll in his hand.

"The Yin Yang Dao people have been laying out for a long time and painstakingly, and they have to get it. Ah Yu desperately protected each other, and even died because of it, what is this? ”

Lifted to mid-air, the blue earth is fertile and thick, the mist lingers around the mountains, and the river banks are washed by flowing water.

The mountains are green, the mist is thick, and the water is murmuring, and the painting looks like a living thing.

Wisps of aura continued to emanate from the picture scroll, reflecting Rong Nianzhen's pale face with a faint glow.

This is the real Shenxia Kyushu map!

The Great Elder of Qingjing Mountain didn't reply to him, but just urged with a calm face, "Give it to me!" ”

Rong Nainian took a step back, but then clumped the scroll into a ball and stuffed it back into his arms.

The Great Elder's face was angry, "Young Master of the Rong Family, what do you mean by this?" ”

Rong Nianzhen walked slowly to the lake under his gaze.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, the wind by the lake was getting colder and colder, and Rong Nianzhen's whole person was trembling unconsciously.

He looked fixedly at the reflection of the demonic seven-story iron tower in the center of the lake, "Ah Yu was killed by these things. These shitty, disgusting, foul-smelling and demonic things, all of them are damned. ”

He turned, his eyes glowing with a scorching glow.

"Ah Yu is dead, and I will keep it for her. Her revenge, I will avenge her. ”

With that, he jumped into the lake.

The blood-colored golden lake swayed, and the others had disappeared into the waters.

Everyone by the lake was frightened by this incident, was the young master of the Rong family crazy when he was greatly stimulated?

Only the white-haired old man in the crowd looked at the lake where Rong Nianzhen fell, and his face was very ugly.

He finally knew why the little girl of the Mu family, who was only more than ten years old, was able to lay out such a delicate phantom array, it turned out to be with the help of the power of this picture.

This diagram is very important.

Whether it was seventy years ago, or now.

A white figure, as fast as a ray of light, followed Rong Nianzhen into the water.

On the surface of the lake, the ripples quickly calmed down.

The seven-layer lock demon tower that constantly exuded demonic aura was clearly visible in the golden talisman array light.

The two people who fell into the lake were like two stones, silent. There are no ripples, no bubbles, no traces of presence.

From the moment they fell into the water, it seemed to disappear from this world completely.

The night wind howls, and the leaves on the shore of the lake, which are particularly gloomy because of the fall of night, are swaying like waves in the forest.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the old man with white hair and gray robe walked towards the lake in the midst of everyone's dumbfounding.

"Grandfather!" Behind him, there was a frightened call from the girl.

The old man looked back and raised his hand to call her, "Ah Sheng, come, you can leave here." ”

"Get out of here?" Both girls in red cloaks had puzzled faces on their faces. It was Rong Yan next to him, thoughtful.

After the young young master of the Rong family threw himself into the lake, Jing Tingjun jumped down.