Blood! Zhu Beichen wiped his nose and mouth, thinking it was wine pulp, and licked it in his mouth with a salty taste, which was obviously the smell of blood.

At first glance, the blood-colored mist gas gradually spread in the side hall, and the heavy smell of blood covered the surrounding space.

It's definitely not a simple wine syrup, Zhu Beichen secretly scolded himself for being so old and lacking in heart, and he was not honest in the grave.

The bright red color is mixed with the brilliance of gold and silver, and it is indescribably strange.

Han Qingxin's shadow blurred in his vision.

Finally, it disappeared.

The fresh and elegant bells were passed one by one, and the blood-colored mist fluctuated in layers.

The bells were ancient and desolate, and the air had become viscous, like water.

The fat man didn't know where to shrugged and jumped out, and the fat body fell to the ground.

In their confusion, the two could only see him holding something similar to a wooden stake in both hands, violently knocking on an object.

The breath of life in Zhu Beichen's whole body faded bit by bit, as if he had been drained, and became weaker and weaker as the blood mist filled the sky.

At the same time, Han Qingxin is also from a Taoist family after all, and he has seen a little bit of Taoism.

A little uncertain, he lip-synced with Zhu Beichen on the other end of the space.

She no longer tried to get close to the other person, feeling that it was a futile move.

Her intuition told her that even if it was close at hand, it was far away.

It's candle nine yin! Candle nine yin!

She asked, the ethereal twelve witch clans in ancient times were recorded from the "Classic of Mountains and Seas - The Great Wilderness North Classic." ”

Ancestor of Time!

The three of them couldn't look at each other, this was Zhu Beichen's last moment of mouth, and his lips were white and weak.

Where had Han Qingxin seen this battle, and his heart was suddenly stunned, and he walked towards the wall where the "empty fox" disappeared.

The Ancestor of Time shows that everything in the temple is very likely to have an inexplicable relationship with time.

Why did the fat man mysteriously hit the bell, and the few of them didn't find an ancient bell in the side hall before.

Although I didn't see the image of the bell, the fat man's movements were obviously hitting the bell.

Zhu Beichen felt that his brain power could not support him to continue thinking, the retina was red, and his body lost support and fell into the blood mist.

There is no pain in falling on hard ground, and the feeling is exactly the same as falling into a ball of cotton.

The limbs were undergoing a fantastical process of disintegration, and he could not see his limbs and torso, but he knew that they were slowly melting, and that it had a lot to do with the glass of wine.

The fox has always been a cunning animal, and it used a series of appearances to trick Zhu Beichen into drinking an aged liquid with unknown effect.

A moment ago, he was still drinking with the "empty fox" in a chic manner.

In the next moment, consciousness was completely lost.

"Knock~~knock~~~~knock~~~~" The rhythmic bell performs a piece of music.

This is the only sound that Zhu Beichen can hear after his senses have deteriorated.

In the thick blood mist, a slender body loomed.

Only Han Qingxin is the only one who maintains his eyesight, and the current state of the fat man is difficult to describe in words.

There are really too many things to guard against in the ancient tomb hall, using all kinds of mechanical devices with the wisdom of ancient skilled craftsmen, and even intelligent creatures outside of cognition.

Han Qingxin tracked down to the corner of the wall, and swam through the blood mist with difficulty.

When we got there, there was nothing. It had already gone somewhere else.

She recalled the mouth shape of Zhu Beichen's last sentence, and only recognized the word time, which was the same meaning as she understood.

I'm afraid that there is a third creature in the matching hall, in addition to the "empty fox", will there be a legendary eclipse nine yin.

Is that the thing that floats in the fog is it?

Therefore, the legends are based on a certain reality as the background, and the records of the eclipse of the Nine Yin are scattered, it is called the time ancestor witch, and it does not belong to human beings, but it is a highly developed species of intelligence.

It's hard to imagine that the Sun Tomb is a burial complex with so many ancient curiosities in it.

The walls were all in the shape of a blood mist, and a relief figure appeared in front of Han Qingxin.

The mountains are green, the water is green, and I saw an ugly and hideous image emerging among the mountains.

"The past, the present, and the future are unattainable for the immeasurable beings in the world to seek for a lifetime." A tadpole-shaped text was printed among the mountains, and a voice broke directly in her heart.

Verse!

The semantics are not exhausted, and the loss of a traveling companion is terrifying.

All kinds of emotions poured into Han Qingxin's heart for a while, and there was no one around, and the words of the Buddha's extreme nature made her lost.

The relief is moving!

A seven-treasure inlaid vessel came out of nothing, and was carried in the arms of a humanoid relief.

There was a set of conversational voices that kept falling into her ears.

"My flesh and blood have been devoured by tigers, wolves, eagles, and vultures, and I will not receive a single blessing."

"If you can really give me flesh and blood, I will recite the second half of the verse for you."

"As long as people are freed from the cycle of birth and death, they will no longer be reborn in suffering, and they will attain the silence of eternal happiness."

After listening to the dialogue, Han Qingxin had an epiphany, "Brahman! ”

She devoted herself to practicing the martial arts of the Daomen, but she had more or less a lot of knowledge.

This is a dialogue between Brahmin and Rakshasa ghosts, discussing the true meaning of a set of time, and feeling desolate, feeling that Zhu Beichen will be farther and farther away from him.

Time flies, I don't know how many eternal years have passed, and the blood mist in the room in the side hall has quietly dissipated, and no one knows what happened here.

Perhaps, the time in the temple has been affected by some force and has changed.

But no one knew.

Zhu Beichen kept his pre-coma posture and lay on the ground, scratching his head and rubbing his eyes, sneezing coldly, and waking up leisurely.

Han Qingxin disappeared, and the fat man who hit the bell was gone.

The air in the hall is as if it has been filtered, full of vicissitudes and desolation.

Minx, fatty, where are you? He called twice, but no one answered, and he was left alone in the huge side hall.

Zhu Beichen walked in front of the relief of the "empty fox" before, and the fox relief still existed there, but it obviously felt different to himself.

It may have been a slight surprise, but he really couldn't tell the difference.

It's time! Time is the best solvent for precipitation.

The reliefs, including everything in the side hall, have been renewed, and the reliefs that were originally mottled and shed a little are exactly the same as at the beginning of the carving.

What was the force of nature that caused this phenomenon to happen, Zhu Beichen was covered with coldness, and his upper and lower hairs stood on end in shock.

Now it is important to understand the layout in the matching hall, down to every corner, and there is a kind of sixth sense that tells him that in fact, the fat man and Han Qingxin are still here, but he can't see them.

In the same space, in another space!