Shangguan stood alone on the top of the mountain, his mind constantly echoing the meaning of what the Netherworld Saint Venerable had just said.

"Yin Zhiyao..."Shangguan Xiaoyao silently recited the name in his mouth, and couldn't help but worry about it.

Now it is no longer a violent wind, and the roar like a knife face blows the whole world in front of Shangguan Xiaoyao, the branches continue to break, and the young trees are uprooted, disappearing into the sky with the low shrubs.

"What the hell is going on and why is it so. Shangguan Yao squinted at the branches and blades of grass that were constantly being swept into the air, and his mood entered an almost empty state.

Feng Bamian, who wanted to speak, vaguely sensed Shangguan Yaoyao's surrounding aura, and immediately didn't dare to make a sound.

Shangguan Xiaoyao remembered the sound of the piano that Yin Zhiyao had played for him, and unconsciously reverberated with yuan force in his hand according to the score of the piano.

On the top of the mountain that Shangguan Xiaoyao didn't notice, a series of pictures were slowly engraved on the ground with Shangguan Xiaoyao's hand, followed by a surging Yuan Li.

The sound of the piano appeared in the sky without strings, but Shangguan Xiaoyao did not hear the stringless fairy music he played, and the yuan force of the surrounding space was still naturally adsorbed on his fingers, and the blue-gray stone dust was constantly drawn on the ground in the form of silk threads.

At this moment, the wind howled, and round after round circles appeared around a handsome young man in a green shirt and white clothes with stone carvings.

Another ethereal fairy sound emerged from Shangguan Yaoyao's fingers, almost in a substantial state, and the scraped bushes were layered like ocean waves.

At this moment, a sudden sneeze came out from Feng Bamian in the forehead card, and Shangguan Xiaoyao stopped playing in his hand after being disturbed.

"Damn, Xiao Yao can't help it, it's really sorry!" Feng Bamian's voice came from the card, and he apologized to Shangguan Xiaoyao vigorously.

"What did I do?" Shangguan Xiaoyao was still unaware of what he was doing, and remained in a stalemate in place. "Feng Bamian, why are you apologizing to me?"

"Hmm... Wait a minute. Feng Bamian's voice stopped abruptly, and Shangguan Yaoyao's hand still unconsciously maintained a state of playing the strings.

"What are my hands doing?" Shangguan Xiaoyao finally realized that his hands were unconsciously playing something, and followed his hands to see the lines deep in the stony ground directly below.

He then bowed down and stroked the lines on the ground, and Shangguan Yaoyao, who seemed to understand something, flew into the sky again and looked down on the huge circular symbol on the ground.

"Yin Zhiyao, what is this trying to convey to me?" Shangguan Xiaoyao glanced at the stripes on the ground one by one, all full of perseverance and sharpness in their roundness, like a knife carving and a sword carving.

"This symbol... Where have I seen it? This is the symbol on the plaque of the mountain Accord that Yin Zhiyao told me!" Shangguan Yao flew high at a rapid pace until he carved the entire circular array into his eyes the size of a walnut.

"Yes, it's there. Shangguan Xiaoyao, who was undoubtedly convinced, firmly engraved this circular formation diagram in his mind, and flew down the mountain again. "Yin Zhiyao, are you there!"

When Shangguan Yaoyao arrived in front of the Accord in the mountains from the top of the mountain, half of the sky was already covered with twinkling stars.

However, not only was the door of this mountain accord closed, but there was also an atmosphere from it that made Shangguan Xiaoyao feel very uncomfortable, and Shangguan Xiaoyao couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"There's something strange about this attic, and it doesn't seem like you can just go in. Shangguan Xiaoyao circled around the attic, and found that the area around the attic had not been blocked by the Netherworld Saint Venerable, causing strange traces of erosion, and was still in the original state of the Tianyin Holy Land.

Shangguan Xiaoyao saw the style of this Accord, the third floor was open, only the pillars supported there were no windows, and there was a hollow in the roof.

"Looks like it's okay here, be careful and sneak in shouldn't trigger any traps. Shangguan Xiaoyao climbed the roof of the third floor with a leap, and hung upside down to see the ordinary pattern and appearance of the interior of the third floor, just like an ordinary teahouse restaurant.

Jun Tianshu stepped on the wooden floor and let out a dull moan, and Shangguan walked freely towards the stairs.

"Why is the interior of this attic so dark?" After walking down the stairs, Shangguan Xiaoyao found that the interior was almost impermeable, so he had to pull out the folding fan on his waist and flick a ball of fire in his hand. "If Yin Zhiyao's hint is correct, then she is here. ”

Shangguan Yao's seventh step had just landed, and the corridor was suddenly no longer dim, and clusters of dazzling candlelight lit up on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

Then Shangguan Xiaoyao was shocked into a cold sweat, and he found that he was not in the attic, and there was no wooden floor under his feet.

The bone-chilling wind blew in his face, and from time to time there was a squeak of mice on this corridor covered with bricks and stones, and the cold sweat on Shangguan Xiaoyao's back stuck to his back made him feel very uncomfortable, and when he looked back, he found that the road he came from was already a stone wall, so he could only continue to walk forward.

In the empty corridor, only the sound of Shangguan's free Jun Tian boots echoed in the corridor, and from time to time a howling wind blew in front of him, and the flames on the folding fan were blown and trembled.

"This wind is not ordinary, the fire in the furnace can be blown. Shangguan Xiaoyao felt the strangeness on the folding fan, and couldn't help but glance at the empty dark corridor in front of him in surprise. "What the hell is this place, where did Yin Zhiyao go. ”

The further he went, the more lonely his surroundings became, and even the fire in the furnace that could have lit up all the places in front of Shangguan Xiaoyao could now only allow Shangguan Xiaoyao to see a small area in front of him.

A fire, a pair of Jun Tianshou, a green shirt and white robe, Shangguan walked in this stone-walled blue brick corridor freely and lonely, I don't know if it was a hundred years or a hundred years of spring and autumn, and there was no intention of stopping.

Now the fire in the furnace can only illuminate a few inches in front of him, and the bone-chilling cold makes Shangguan swing freely, take out a thick suede robe from the ring and drape it on his body, and still walk forward with a firm step with his waist bent.

"Yin Zhiyao..." Shangguan Xiaoyao's eyebrows were already covered with cold frost, his pale face was shaking unconsciously, and the folding fan was no longer held high above his head, but was still held in front of his chest by his curled arms.

There is no longer the aura under his feet at the beginning, so he can only drag and rub forward on the ground.

However, Shangguan Xiaoyao still did not stop, and the footsteps echoing in the corridor never stopped or stopped.

"Enough. At this time, an old female voice came from the corridor, which continued to echo on the empty walls, shaking down a lot of floating earth. "Xiao Yao Gongzi is really bold. ”

As the old voice fell, the cold wind in the corridor no longer blew head-on, and Shangguan Xiaoyao suddenly felt a sense of relief on his body.

"Why would my dignified Emperor Realm feel timid about such a cold wind?" Shangguan Xiaoyao was full of excitement at this time, as if he had been awakened from a nightmare, he straightened his waist, and the lifelessness in his eyes gradually faded.

Shangguan Xiaoyao, who opened his eyes again, found that the originally long and dark corridor had disappeared, and he was still standing in the corridor on the second floor of the Accord, holding a folding fan in his hand, and the fire in the furnace above was burning.

Shangguan Xiaoyao couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, with his illusion that his soul realm was unaware of, if someone sneaked up on him in reality, he was afraid that he would have died at this time.

Shangguan Xiaoyao, who was thinking about returning the book just now, was shocked back to reality by the creaking sound of a wooden ladder going upstairs, and the flames on the folding fan immediately turned into a slender sword.

The figure at the corner of the corridor gradually appeared in front of Shangguan Xiaoyao's eyes, and the flying clothes were none other than Yin Zhiyao, who he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Zhi Yao!" The three-foot fire sword in his hand dispersed, and Shangguan Xiaoyao casually threw the folding fan into the ring and was about to step forward and pounce Yin Zhiyao in his arms.

"Xiao Yao, it's not suitable here. Yin Zhiyao smiled and manipulated the ribbon, and suddenly the ribbon was like an iron plate against Shangguan Xiaoyao's chest, so that Shangguan Xiaoyao couldn't get close.

"Come with me. Yin Zhiyao disappeared from the corner of the hallway, and her footsteps appeared again on the wooden ladder.

Shangguan Yao smelled Yin Zhiyao's body fragrance, and stepped on the wooden ladder with a trace left by the clothes belt, and the candlelight on the wall on the second floor disappeared again.

When Shangguan Yaoyao's feet stepped on the ground on the first floor, the scenery in front of him changed again, and he found that he had instantly arrived in the square where many talents gathered during the Tianyin Festival.

"This is..."Shangguan Xiaoyao was a little puzzled when he saw this familiar and empty square, and found that there were no traces of erosion by the Netherworld Saint Venerable.

"The Holy Land of Celestial Sound. Yin Zhiyao turned around and explained.

There was only a few feet between Shangguan Xiaoyao and the beautiful woman, and the slightly confused eyes were all in the eye of Yin Zhiyao.

"I understand your confusion, the Netherworld Saint Venerable took advantage of the fact that my Holy Land Elder was preparing to support Great Xia in a vain attempt to directly raid the Holy Land, and was detected by the Heavenly Sound Holy Venerable at the most critical moment of his plan, and used the Spirit Tree Essence to create a false and true decoy illusion that covered the real Heavenly Sound Holy Land and made the Nether Holy Venerable's plan successfully frustrated. Yin Zhiyao took Shangguan Xiaoyao's hand, found a place to sit down, and then began to explain to Shangguan Xiaoyao. "But we underestimated the strength of the Nether Saint Venerable, and he realized that his attack only hit a false decoy and turned the bait over instead, successfully crushing the whole of the Tianyin Holy Land after the formation of reality, causing the Tianyin Holy Land to be blocked by it now. ”

After listening to Yin Zhiyao's explanation, Shangguan Xiaoyao couldn't help but become worried, if this Tianyin Holy Land was oppressed by this blockade for a long time, it was difficult to guarantee that one day it would not be attacked by the Netherworld Holy Venerable.

"Don't you have any countermeasures? Shangguan Xiaoyao asked Yin Zhiyao with a frown. "What did the Heavenly Voice Saint Venerable say, do you have any plans?"