What Ning Guo wanted to tell him was definitely about Saddle Pond.

But specifically about Saddle Pond or something, he had to explore it himself.

Let time fly by, Pan Zhipeng still stubbornly sat on the edge of Saddle Pond, even if he was bored, he was unwilling to leave for half a minute.

Inadvertently, he picked up a stone from his side and threw it straight into the pool.

"Boom-"

The water splashed, and then the stone slowly sank.

Pan Zhipeng's gaze also moved, and he wanted to see where the sinking stone would disappear.

But halfway through the sinking, the stone suddenly disappeared.

Pan Zhipeng estimated the depth of its sinking, which was about 100 meters.

"Could it be that I'm blinded, or is my eyesight failing?" he was puzzled.

The water of Ma'an Pond is so clear that even ordinary people can clearly see things within 100 meters of the pool.

What's more, he is also a long-cherished master of the Heavenly Rank Quadruple Realm, and with his cultivation, he can at least see things within more than three hundred meters of the pool.

He picked up another stone from the side and threw it into the pool.

"Boom-"

This time, he stared intently at the falling rocks, without blinking an eye.

"Gone again!" Pan Zhipeng exclaimed.

It was at the same depth that the stone mysteriously disappeared again.

"Zhipeng, what are you calling?" Maru Huanhuan walked towards him.

At the same time, the purple horse also approached the vicinity of the pond.

Pan Zhipeng's gaze has been locked on Ma'antan, "At a depth of 100 meters... .. And it was broken. ”

"What's broken?" asked Maru Huanhuan.

Pan Zhipeng didn't know how to express it for a while, "The stone I threw in just now disappeared at a position of 100 meters in Ma'antan, just like a broken line." ”

Ziyan Ma said, "You mean, Saddle Pond is only 100 meters, right?"

Zi Yanma's words made Pan Zhipeng's brain suddenly open, and he said excitedly: "Yes! The depth below 100 meters is empty. ”

"What is 100 meters below Saddle Pond?" asked Maru Huanhuan.

"Maybe it's the soul of the Purple Horse clan. Pan Zhipeng said, his eyes staring at the purple horse.

"What nonsense!" the purple horse turned and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Pan Zhipeng jumped, and his whole body fell into the saddle pool, and the waves of flowers rose from the pool.

His body was already huge, and this jump was like a boulder smashed into a pool of water.

Some of the splashed waves hit the body of Maru Huanhuan and Zi Yanma.

"What the hell!" the purple horse couldn't help but anger and roared.

"Dead fatty, drowned. It complained, and then, it still focused its attention on Pan Zhipeng, who was diving, and there was a slight worry in his eyes.

Maru Huanhuan glanced at it, but did not speak.

She knew how the purple horse was feeling at this moment, and it didn't want to be told of the existence of the clan spirit, or it was afraid of being told of the existence of the clan soul.

Eyes refocused on Pan Zhipeng.

I saw him constantly diving, twenty meters, fifty meters, seventy meters, one hundred meters... ..

"Gone. Pill Huanhuan was amazed.

It turns out that what Pan Zhipeng said is true.

Zi Yanma's pupils shrank, revealing a shocked look.

.. .. ..

"Whoa—"

The murmuring of the stream flowing in his ears made Pan Zhipeng open his eyes.

He looked around, and there were moss-covered earth and rocks, and there were some sturdy trees nearby, and the sun was shining in.

Looking up, it was the sky where the sun was high, but with the cover of leaves, the surrounding environment was more or less dark and damp.

Directly in front of him was a waterfall, and he couldn't see beyond it.

Between the crevices of the rocks below, there is a trickle of stream, which flows slender and long.

Behind him, there was darkness, except for the dense and thick vines that coiled around it.

Just as he was about to move forward and find out, Ziyanma and Maru Huanhuan fell in from the waterfall, their faces facing the earth.

Maru Huanhuan stood up and looked around in surprise, "There really is no cave." ”

She patted Pan Zhipeng on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Zhipeng, now the brain is turning!"

"It used to be called Lingzhuan, but now my head is still a lot wooden. Pan Zhipeng answered.

The purple horse didn't say a word, its eyes stayed in the direction of the pitch black, "This place... .. I remember. ”

Does it remember? Could it have been here before?

When Pan Zhipeng and Maru Huanhuan were wondering, it spoke: "I have been here in my dreams, and every grass, flower, tree and stone here is imprinted in my mind. ”

"What are you kidding?" Pan Zhipeng laughed, and his ability to talk nonsense really made him admire.

Who knows, Zi Yanma looked serious and said, "The soul of my clan is inside." ”

It spoke, its eyes staring at the dark place ahead, "I don't remember how I got into here, but I remember that the clan soul hiding here is inside. ”

Pill Huanhuan asked, "Then what does it tell you?"

"It says... The Purple Horse Clan will disappear, leaving me alone from Ma'anshan. ”

Maru Huanhuan continued: "So... .. Of your family, you are the only one who survived. ”

"I can't save them!" the purple horse roared, its emotional abrupt change of loss, as if at this moment, the shame and guilt buried in its heart were suddenly vented.

"Ahem—"

The vines fell, and in the dark place, a hoarse cough was heard.

"Pan Zhipeng, don't you think... Is the Purple Horse similar to you?"

The voice of the old man followed.

"Who are you? How do you know me? and know my experience?" Pan Zhipeng was nervous and impatient.

"Guess?"

Pan Zhipeng smiled disdainfully, "Isn't it the clan soul of the Ziyan Horse clan? What's so mysterious? You can't even protect the clan that you have guarded for generations, your clan soul is quite incompetent!"

"It's funny. The clan spirit gasped and laughed.

At this moment, the purple horse knelt on the ground.

It said, "Clan Soul, what I promised you has been done, and now it is your turn to fulfill your promise." ”

Zi Yanma's words made the two of them more and more puzzled.

Pill Huanhuan asked, "Ziyanma, what do you mean by that?"

It seems that the purple horse and the clan soul have known each other for a long time, and all this is deliberately arranged.

Ziyan Ma said humbly: "It has long expected that you will come, and in that dream, it also made a deal with me to let me bring you to Ma'anshan, and it promised to save my clan." ”

"What!" Pan Zhipeng was indignant, gritted his teeth at Ziyanma, and said: "I treat you as a friend in vain! ”

"I'm sorry, but I had to do this. Ziyanma said apologetically.

Pan Zhipeng's gaze condensed in the direction of the clan soul, "Say, what do you want to do!"

"I... It is the soul of the emperor. ”