Song Ziyang fell into the muddy water again, his eyes were frightened, and he was drenched in cold sweat.

He shook his head, trying to get the blood-colored eyes out of his mind.

But then he was shocked to find that the blood-colored eyes, like a brand, were deeply engraved in his mind, and the lines composed of every trace of blood were delicate.

He sat there for a quarter of an hour before he finally recovered.

With a long sigh, he looked at the yin-yang mirror suspended in front of him, but found that the Lingyun bamboo that attracted the vision of heaven and earth had turned into powder.

The breeze blew, and the gray-white powder was scattered between the heavens and the earth, without a trace.

"The manor, the blood, the corpses, the mysterious eyes...... What does all this portend?"

"Why am I going to this manor in the future?"

"And, I'm probably going to die inside......"

He was stunned, and said secretly in his heart.

Everything is unknown, everything is a mystery.

This future fragment, instead of giving him more foreknowledge and warning of his next actions, made him fall into a deeper confusion.

At the same time, when he thought of his master's death at the hands of many thieves, he couldn't help but feel a little sad, heavy, and ...... Loss.

He was an orphan who was raised by his master, treated him as if he were his own, and taught him all his skills without reservation.

At this time, a seductive voice sounded in my heart:

"Run...... Escape from Qingzhou ...... Flee to Liangzhou...... Escape to the Spirit Rune Palace......"

"Hand over the Thunder Channeling Bottle and hand it over to the Spirit Rune Palace in exchange for your own safety ......"

There was also an opposing voice, shouting in the bottom of his heart: "What can you do if you escape to the Spirit Rune Palace? Are you indifferent to the death of your master and your fellow disciples, and let yourself survive?"

"When you have a great increase in strength in the future, you will come back to take revenge......"

"This is a long way, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, I don't know how many dangers, once the years have passed, how can I have the opportunity to come back for revenge?"

Two voices, entangled in the bottom of his heart.

When cornered, most bloody people will fight to the death.

But when you have a choice, how do you choose?

Pang Hai and Pang Dao have died, and the pursuit of others, with the help of the Yin-Yang Mirror, will definitely be able to easily dodge and escape from Qingzhou.

So, should you leave this small border town in Qingzhou to live, or stay here and wait for the opportunity to take revenge?

It took him only ten breaths to make a choice:

"People die and birds rise to the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years! stay and avenge Master!"

He stretched out his hand and held the yin-yang mirror, stood up with his head held high, and only felt that his thoughts were open and happy.

"What kind of man is running away? Master, are you right?"

He shouted with all his strength, his eyes were a little red, and tears wanted to flow out, but he held back.

Then, he turned around and came to the corpses of Pang Hai and Pang Dao and began to clean up the loot.

These two Qingzhou tycoons, with exquisite witchcraft and mystery, have been spanning for many years, killing people without counting, and have obtained countless treasures.

It's just that the Thunder Divine Power is too terrifying, and most of the things they carry on their bodies have turned into powder.

He searched around, and found only three things left in the charred charcoal residue, a blood-red amber, an unknown roll of demon skin paper, and a token as black as ink.

Among the blood-red amber, there are two gray-brown locusts, their compound eyes are purple, the four front paws and two thick hind paws are green, and the mouthparts are as red as blood, which is integrated with the amber, and the overall look is extremely strange and hideous.

When he held the amber in his hand, he felt a strong aura of desolation.

Eternal, desolate, majestic, vast.

It was really hard to imagine that such an aura was felt from two thumb-sized locusts, which made him feel extremely absurd.

Even if these two locusts are both desolate species, how strong can they be? How can they produce such an astonishing aura?

But it was able to survive in the thunder, and it didn't even change color, and it was clearly not a mortal thing.

He took it into his arms and picked up the next one.

It's also strange to say that when the amber leaves the body, the eternal desolate aura disappears, which is very weird.

This was a roll of demon beast skin, and he couldn't tell which kind of demon beast it was, but it was quite soft to handle, and it was full of dense small characters.

In it, he found the method of sacrificing the Gu worm Thousand Silk Tribulation, the poisonous snake snow tail arrow, and also saw the secret of the blood spirit shield feeding insects with his body, and understood that this was a witchcraft cultivation method.

However, this method is incomplete, because this scroll of demon beast skin paper is very short, and it was violently cut off at the back, and it is missing.

Although the witchcraft recorded in this fragment is strange, Song Ziyang doesn't need it, so he only leaves it for a chance to sell it later.

He believes that there are still people who are willing to pay a lot of money for it.

The third piece is a token that is as black as ink.

The other two things were obtained on Pang Hai's body, and on Pang Dao's body, only this token was intact.

He picked up the token and looked at it carefully.

The token was extremely heavy, cold to the touch, and a slight chill invaded the body.

On the front of the token, there is only one word, "Pro".

After turning it over, the back is clean and there is nothing.

There are no strange patterns, no hidden secret guidance sentences, no hidden magic circles, just an ordinary token.

He glanced twice, found nothing unusual, and was about to give up and prepare to leave.

After all, this is a place of right and wrong, and you can't stay for long.

But at this moment, the Yin-Yang Mirror suddenly bloomed with ten thousand golden lights, wrapping the token and turning it into a golden ball of light.

The ink-black token, in the golden light, began to melt, decomposing bit by bit, turning into scattered juice, and a terrifying, palpitating chill suddenly hit, making Song Ziyang shiver involuntarily.

In just the blink of an eye, the ink-black token almost melted, and only one word remained:

Pro!

The Presence of the World!

Immediately after, the word wrapped in the golden light blooming from the Yin-Yang Mirror, which was originally only the size of a fist, suddenly became larger.

Infinite, infinitely long, infinitely high, infinitely far, filled Song Ziyang's entire world.

The mountains, the mud, the sky, and the white clouds are all gone, and as far as the eye can see, there is the word "Pro"!

This word seemed to be full of supreme majesty, which made him subconsciously want to kneel down and worship, and it seemed to contain the supreme avenue, which made him have a great understanding of the yin and yang techniques he practiced in an instant.

The next moment, the word "Lin" turned into a streamer of light and rushed towards him suddenly.

Rumble!

He only felt that the whole world exploded.

The world is still this world, the mountain is still this peak, there are still potholes everywhere, and the gravel is still rolling......

"Huh?"

He stood there stunned, not reacting for a long time.

Suddenly, his mind moved, and his mind sank into the sea of knowledge, and he found a black token, quietly suspended in the sea of knowledge.

The front of the token is a single "Pro" word, and the back is still empty.

The word "Pro" token remained motionless in Zhihai and was not under his control.

"What's going on?"

He couldn't figure it out.

However, he also understood that this token must not be a mortal thing, and it contained some kind of peculiarity, which triggered the yin-yang mirror in the body, which led to this series of changes.

What is the use of this token, it is not obvious for the time being, but the bottleneck of the five layers of the Tibetan Sea has been hit again, thin as smoke, and it will soon be able to break through.

"Although these two people have been in Qingzhou for many years, they are only monks of the second realm after all, how can they have such a good treasure?"

He looked confused.

This token can be incorporated into the sea of consciousness by the miraculous yin-yang mirror, which is not comparable to ordinary treasures, and in this way, the blood-red amber will definitely not be an ordinary thing.

That's a little weird.

Although the strength of Pang Hai and Pang Dao is strong, no one dares to provoke Qingzhou, but it is only because they have not provoked the real powerhouse.

Relying on the weirdness and power of witchcraft, few monks in the same realm are their opponents, but if they really face a monk who is a big level above them, no matter which of the six strange sects they are, they will be completely crushed.

In Middle-earth, there are six strange gates in the world, sword, soldier, witch, ink, medicine, and yin and yang.

Each strange gate has six realms.

However, Song Ziyang is also more familiar with the inheritance of the Yin-Yang Gate, and he knows very little about the other five gates.

After all, the Nine Palace Sect is only a small sect, and the strongest master is only a sevenfold mountain-moving master, and even the cultivation of the Yin and Yang Gate Techniques is not pure enough, how much can you know about other Qimen secret techniques?

But if he doesn't understand, he still knows the common sense that "cross-level battles will be pressed to the ground and ravaged".

Therefore, treasures such as blood amber and black tokens, which were obviously from the flood period or even earlier, were obtained by the two of them, and it seemed very discordant.

"Perhaps, the two of them once luckily entered an ancient cave mansion during the flood period, and then luckily survived, bringing out a few things that even they don't know what they are for?"

He felt that this speculation should be close to the truth.

But no matter how he guessed, the real situation was difficult to know, and he could not get the dead to tell the truth.

Seeing that there was nothing of value left, he simply packed up his makeup and walked down the barren mountain.

The clothes I wore before were torn apart by the power of the overflowing thunder, and I put them on in good condition, and washed the sludge off my body, but my curled hair couldn't be softened for a short time.

So although he is still a little embarrassed from the outside, he is a little more masculine, which makes his temperament, which is already very handsome.

The size of the detonator bottle was large, and the cuffs in the arms could not be stuffed, so I had to tear a piece of clothing and make a package to wrap it, and carry it behind me, like a traveler traveling far away.

Soon after he descended the mountain, he discerned the direction and walked along the official road to the nearest Caocheng.

Caocheng is a relatively large city in Qingzhou, with a large population, suitable for inquiry.

It was the height of summer, and in the sparse woods on both sides of the official road, there was a faint sound of cicadas, mixed with the roar of birds and beasts, which was quite restless.

After walking for long, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves behind him.

Listen to this voice, and you will not only ride.

"Drive, drive, drive!"

"Smack!"

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, accompanied by the whistling of the horseman's whip.

The horses of the Caocheng Ancient Road were delayed, and the high willows were neighing.

Song Ziyang glanced back vigilantly, and found that it was a group of more than a dozen people, hurrying forward, looking at the direction, they were also going to Caocheng.

He wasn't sure if these people were among the forces searching for him, so he leaned over to the side of the road, lowered his head, and walked slowly, in line with the principle of being cautious and not causing trouble.

But sometimes the more you try to avoid trouble, the more trouble will come to you.

"Hey, what a handsome little brother!"

When the sound of the horse's hooves approached, a crisp sound suddenly came to his ears, followed by the shouts of the horses:

"Phew!"

"Sigh the law ......"

The galloping horse stood up in front of it because of the sudden stop.

Song Ziyang turned his head and happened to see a girl in a strong suit and carrying a long knife with a sheath.