The Cod Condensation Demon King and the Dark Demon King fought, and at the same time, Youheng came to the forbidden land.

The prohibition here is fatal to the others, it means that he has nothing to do, the road here is a layer of hanging ladders floating in the air, and when he steps on a layer of suspension ladders, a glow will emit from above, and then the next suspension ladder floating in the sky will automatically appear at his feet.

If other people can use their mana to forcibly open the outside prohibition to enter here, even if they find this place, there are thousands of kinds of hanging ladders in this space, and if they take a wrong step, or if they are not the real owner, they will be teleported out of here in an instant, which was set by the Demon Venerable himself.

But if it is the owner of the ladder, then the next ladder will appear from the tens of thousands of ladders and then appear at the feet of that person.

You Heng watched the hanging ladder emitting a faint golden light automatically appear at his feet, and his heart, which was still a little uncertain, became quiet at this moment, as for Cod Ning outside to fight the Dark Demon King, he would not have cared whether he lived or died.

However, after all, Cod Ning is the murderer of Twilight, even if this revenge is avenged, Cod Ning will have to die in his own hands, not to mention that Cod Ning will only show up in order to fight for his own strength and memory, otherwise the people of the Dark Demon King will not be able to find it at all.

So I have to speed up.

Finally, half an hour later, Youheng stepped into this prosperous bamboo forest, entered the sea of bamboo forests, breathed the air with the fragrance of bamboo leaves in the green bamboo forest, so refreshed, like a light boat rippling in the sea covered by green bamboo, the wind was wet blowing, wafting with fresh bamboo green breath, in this bamboo world.

He didn't know why the scene here was so familiar to him, it seemed that in the deep memory of his mind, there was a picture like this for a long, long time.

Why do you feel this way, could it be that you have experienced it yourself, and have you lived here?

Could it be that what Cod Ning said is true, he is not a mortal, but the supreme demon of the demon clan, the man who once commanded the demon clan, the mysterious demon venerable.

Just as he stepped on the fallen leaves and entered little by little, suddenly an afterimage flashed around him, and when he looked closely, there was a fluffy white and tender cloud floating not far in front of him, like a marshmallow, looking at him.

"Master, are you back?"

A flower has been wandering here all day, and has seen many deserted scenes, this is a forbidden place, no one can enter except the master, and of course there is a kind of person, that is, a person with an ethereal physique like the dead girl a thousand years ago.

At this time, a flower was supposed to sleep, but today I don't know what happened to it was a little upset, so it came out and wandered around, and suddenly it saw a silver-haired man walking through the bamboo forest step by step.

In the mist, the man's waist-length silver hair, long posture, extremely bewitching eyebrows, rare snow-colored skin, cold eyes half-closed, plain scarlet lips, cold and flawless.

The face of the heavenly man was shocked, the slender neck was like a bright jade, the incomparable stunning grace, and a trace of cool anger flashed in the demonic eyes.

Like immortals, holy and noble, ethereal like gods. Like a demon, evil and gorgeous, and mischievous people's minds and dust.

"Are you?" Youheng stared at the white clouds that suddenly appeared beside him in a whirlwind, and circled around him, excitedly in circles.

"I'm one, woo woo woo the master not only looks different, but also can't recognize one. ”

"I'm mortal, and as for the master you're talking about, I think it's me. ”

Youheng's face changed slightly, his eyes were cold, staring at the distant sky, as if he was thinking about something.

"It's you, it's you, it's you, and the soul breath in you is exactly the same as that of the master. ”

The white cloud suddenly threw himself into Youheng's arms, a fierce kiss, not a kiss, or a strong through his body and then swam away, the excited tone sounded very aggrieved and sad.

"But I don't have any memories and no mana, so did your master say anything before or leave something here?"

"Woo woo, my poor master, who disappeared for a thousand years as soon as he left, came back once five hundred years ago, said something inexplicable and left, but it must have been that girl, it must have something to do with that dead girl. Xiao Yunduo gritted his teeth and said, thinking that the owner would be different after the little girl strayed here, and seemed to love to laugh.

Five hundred years ago, I remembered the last time she saw her master, and her face was cloudy, and she seemed to be in a hurry, looking sad, as if she had encountered something difficult.

"Dead girl?"

Youheng's voice is light and clear, and it sounds extremely comfortable.

"That's right, it's the girl of Lianyu, the master is very good to her, there is a saying, you humans, gentleness is only for the person you like. The master used to be so indifferent and a person actually became gentle after knowing Lianyu, it must have been her who caused the master to disappear for so long, leaving me alone here. ”

"Okay, don't cry, what did your master leave behind?" He stood in the bamboo forest with his wrist on his cheeks, his eyes flowing better than the moonlight, silently as if he was contemplating, and he was quiet for a while.

"The host...... The master said that if he returned, he would only show him a painting. ”

The little cloud said in a soft and cute tone, if it has an expression, it must be very cute.

Although the owner looks really weak and has lost his memory, the owner will care about himself and let himself not cry, and he feels very touched and moved.

"What painting, and where?"

Youheng's brows were furrowed, and his pointed chin was a little distressing, and he didn't know why he always felt that this painting was important.

"In the bamboo house, it seems that you have really forgotten everything, alas! how painful it is that if you had listened to me in the first place, you had to go out with that little liar, and as a result, you have become a mortal and lose all your mana!"

"Take me there. ”

The dark light in his eyes flickered, and he withdrew his gaze, his lips tightened, and he slowly spoke.

"Howler. ”

One turned into a cloud of white clouds and led the way in front of Youheng, and in a short time, the two of them passed through the bamboo forest to the bamboo house.

When I arrived at the door of the bamboo house, I found an excuse and refused to go in, not that I refused to go in, but that I thought it would be better for the owner to go in alone.

Youheng glanced at the one hiding outside the house, and slowly walked in, the house is made of bamboo, the style is very fresh and green, the furnishings in the house are simple, just a painting is hung on the wall.

A thick and heavy ink figure painting, the picture is very clear, it is a stunning and domineering person.

The man in the painting has long dark black hair, untied and untied behind his back, smooth and smooth like fine silk satin.

At this moment, the man was still in black clothes, black hair, floating without wind, like a weightless cloud, lingering around him.

The emaciated and pale face should have an indescribable charm in the light of the sky, and it is so beautiful that it is eye-catching.

He looked down, like a god of death in the dark, light and graceful, yet mysterious.

The picture is condensed on the man's face, and there are seven or eight points of resemblance to him.

How can this be, he is very familiar with the portrait of this man, who painted it and hung it here, it is obvious that the identity of the man in the painting is the demon of the demon clan, so I am afraid that it is!

Youheng's heart was fluctuating at the moment, very impatient, as if something was taking shape little by little, and then he felt that his soul was pulled out by a huge pulling force, and then this pulling force slowly moved towards the painting, until it was submerged in the painting.

"Click!"

It turned out that Youheng's body fell to the ground with a bang, and then the painting disappeared strangely, and just disappeared into the bamboo forest here, but one of the flowers outside the house didn't notice the anomaly here at all, and was flying happily in the air.