"Put away the energy crystal ball, and then follow me, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!" Jin Yan said to Gu Youlan solemnly.

Gu Youlan didn't know why Jin Yan put away the energy crystal ball, and wondered in her heart: Wouldn't it be better to see it clearly when there was light. But without any hesitation, he put the energy crystal ball into his ethereal ring.

Gu Youlan put away the energy crystal ball, walked to Jin Yan's side, and gently grabbed Jin Yan's thick but not rough left hand.

"Uh, uh-huh......" Jin Yan felt that suddenly a slender and warm jade hand grabbed his left hand, and suddenly felt a little hesitant, so he looked back at Gu Youlan.

"Don't think about it, I'm just ...... I'm just afraid of losing it. Gu Youlan hurriedly explained.

"Well, that's true. Sumire Yan said, holding her hand even harder.

"You...... You, tap ......" Gu Youlan's ambiguous flesh language. Sumire couldn't help but feel a little upset.

Still resting, Jin Yan pulled Gu You to move in the abyss of the dead spirit. "Wear nine shoes one, three on the left and seven on the right, four or six for the shoulder, two eight for the foot, and five in the center. "I only listened to the words in my mouth. It seems to move irregularly, but there is a hint of the law that seems to be absent in it. Jin Yan pulled Gu Youlan to move a short distance to the left for a while, then flew up a distance, and suddenly fell down at a rapid speed, moving to the right...... There are no signs of regularity at all, but there is a subtle meaning hidden in it.

Gu Youlan didn't know how many times she had tossed like this, at least tens of thousands of times, but she found that Jin Yan still didn't have any action to stop, and then felt the sweat in Jin Yan's left hand, Gu Youlan didn't want to go out. She only felt a little dizzy now, and she didn't know what to do. Gu Youlan probed Jin Yan with her divine soul, and found that he was already sweating profusely, his brows were furrowed, his eyes flashed with seriousness and stubbornness, and his lips were still full of words......

Looking at Jin Yan's appearance, Gu Youlan had an inexplicable heartbeat, and also an inexplicable unbearability. There was a thorny warm current in her heart, which made her feel warm in her heart, but she felt a faint tingling. "What a strange and subtle feeling," Gu Youlan muttered to herself.

Sumire Yan is still trying to crack the way out of the necromantic abyss. The more he understood it, the more frightened he became. The horror of the Necromantic Abyss is even more profound. Sumire Yan's mental strength was almost exhausted, but she had only completed two percent of it.

Sumire Yan far underestimated the terrifying degree of the Necromantic Abyss, and also overestimated her own strength by far overestimating herself. Sumire didn't know how long he could hold on, only that he couldn't give up, not even if he wanted to. Once you relax, then you can only be lost forever in the dark space. He couldn't think about it too much, so he could only move on.

Sumire...... Speech...... Not really...... Let's put it ...... Abandon...... "Gu Youlan said in a voice that only she could hear.

Sumire didn't respond, and all his mind was spent on cracking the Necromantic Abyss.

Gu Youlan saw that Jin Yan didn't pay attention to herself, and she was still constantly changing without distraction, looking for a way out, and her lips were still full of words. It's just that the sweaty face that is bright and delicate has become pale as paper, and the brow has wrinkled even tighter. The serious and stubborn flame in his eyes did not weaken at all.

"This young man is always so safe and reliable, as long as he is close to him, he will feel safe, warm and kind, and more distressed" Gu Youlan couldn't help but think silently in her heart.

Hope is being swallowed up by this endless darkness, bit by bit. The scattered light, with a heavy glimpse.

The dead are desperate, and no one can reach them. Thousands of miles of emptiness are boundless. It is Gao Jingjing, the fog sweeps the clouds, and in the wind and dew, there is only the dark shine. Floating passers-by, poor days and nights, drunken madness and dusk. Who knows, the Ganges is perfect in one nature, eternal and bright. Competing against the dark, discussing the benefits and talking about fame, I don't want to be yin, and I secretly urge the young.

It turns out that everything is not traceless, nor is it intersecting for no reason. All the interweaving is looking back and smiling at that moment.