At this moment, both of them felt a strange fluctuation, and in the depths of the cave, the wind in the cave was shouting like a demon, like a kraken stirring up trouble.

There were two intersections ahead, and it was from one of the holes that strange fluctuations and winds came.

"Run!" The demon bird rushed towards the other cave with Wu Mo, but a huge suction force instantly sucked them in.

The cave wind roared like a demon, almost torn apart, and in the face of this power, all their struggles were in vain.

Wu Mo ordered the Yuan bitter sea to boil, the Yuan force was surging, and he still couldn't be restrained by this power, but fortunately he was protected by Shi Longyi, and he was not hurt much;

Phew, the two of them were sucked into the ancient hall and fell heavily to the ground. This is endless darkness and dead silence, Wu Mo had a kind of fear of being thrown into a small black house in his childhood, but it was extremely empty, and there was no end in sight, just like being in a Gobi desert, without a little breath of life, the dry field was dusk, and time seemed to be dead at this moment.

As soon as I came in, I felt a great sense of despair, which made people tired, delirious, and discouraged.

"I don't want to die! I want my Huangyi generation to be romantic, the best in the world, how many fairies are waiting for me to flop, begonia flowers, Wushan clouds and rain, how can I fall here,......"

The demon bird naked man is so narcissistic, Wu Mo really can't stand it, and wants to slap him, "I don't want to die!

There is no end in sight all around, the light is dim, and the fog is cloudy, as if the Hongmeng world has not been opened, and there is no way out of the palace gate.

The sound of "click" shattering came, and Wu Mo was taken aback.

"Boy, what did you step on?"

The two stared at each other, and there was a snow-white skeleton on the ground, broken in many places, lying there quietly, stepped on by Wu Mo, only broken into a few sections, and did not turn into ashes.

"The dry bones are intact, but they haven't turned into ashes, this person must have been very powerful in his life!" the demon bird was very surprised, squatting down and taking a closer look.

There was a scratch on the side of the white bone, and there was a line of dark red blood words on the ground: "Tears and bamboos are like rain, returning, a flower withers, a fairy is buried!

Although the blood characters have dried up and are blurred, there is a powerful mental force, condensed in the rhyme. Wu Mo was moved, "What kind of person is it, who is dying and is imprinted here with mental power, what a strong spiritual power is needed!"

"Full of unwillingness, it seems to convey the strong emotions of his life......" Demon Bird also said.

"Immortal and immortal, where is the immortal road?"

Both of them have been unable to calm down for a long time, and the endless years have passed, and they can retain their intact white bones, this person is definitely a strong man in the ancient era, almost reaching the realm of immortality and immortality, but he has ventured to find immortals and fall here.

"Immortal and immortal, where is the immortal road" is a great confusion, loss and regret. Through the ages, they seem to see the desolation of the world's characters and heroes!

Amazing and gorgeous, in a hurry for eternity, how many powerful people in the world, a generation of Tianjiao, stepping on the pinnacle of eternity, achieving the emperor's hegemony, creating three lives of fireworks, a prosperous life, but in his later years, he was buried in a foreign land, no one knows, the hero is late, he dies of sadness, and dies of depression! There is no way to become an immortal, it is the sorrow and regret of how many strong people in ancient times!

The wheel of history has wiped out everything in the world, and no one knows his name and prosperity anymore. Except for a few blood words, he couldn't find any other clues and a way out, Wu Mo left here with regret, took out the descending star disk, and several groups of runes appeared on the disk, pointing to one place.

"Little demon, you have an infinite number of treasures!" The demon bird's eyes lit up, but this time he didn't pounce, very interesting.

Following the direction indicated by the Descending Astrolabe, the two of them walked in one direction. At this time, an eight-hundred-mile ancient lake suddenly appeared in front of him, the smoke waves were vast, the cold smoke on the waves was green, and the cold air of killing intent was pressing. The autumn colors are dyed all around, and the boundless fallen trees around are falling down. The ancient temple of Shenluo is like a small world, full of changes and unknowns.

On the top of an ancient building by the lake, a bloodstained withered bamboo rushed out, which was emitting blood-colored brilliance, spreading like ripples, and bursts of autumn rain floated at the unprovoked end, which was very strange.

At the same time, I vaguely saw a phantom figure grabbing the withered bamboo, and several other black shadows killed the withered bamboo, and the withered bamboo leaves flew out like bloody knives, and the black shadows were immediately swept by the bamboo leaves, and blood splashed.

All of this came suddenly, but Wu Mo smelled a familiar breath, as if he saw another self fleeing, and as if he was moving his soul in a dream, he even had a delusion, whether the current self was real, or the phantom was real?

Just as he didn't know what to touch, the demon bird's face changed drastically, and he took dozens of steps back with him, "What? Could it be Xiao Xiang Feiyu?"

The demon bird muttered in his mouth: "The emperor descended to Beizhu, according to legend, Xiao Xiangzi Shun Chonghua stepped on the peak of eternity, and fought to seal the gods, but when he returned, a flower withered, an immortal was buried, and the tears of the moth emperor and Nuying turned into bamboo ....., is it related to this bamboo?"

Hearing their words, Wu Mo was also shocked to the extreme! He vaguely saw that the phantom figure resolutely rose up, the withered bamboo in his hand suddenly turned blood-red, and blood tears fell from the sky like rain for no reason, like tears falling from the sky.

A great invisible force between heaven and earth enveloped everyone, and no one could move. Dark clouds rolled in the sky, and there was no light all around, and endless darkness shrouded in, like the curtain of death, spreading out layer by layer, and the terrifying aura instantly filled the four fields.

For a time, the 800-mile ancient lake instantly turned blood-red, like a blood cave in the Demon Sea; an incomparably tall ancient building, like a demon temple looming in the blood sea and demon clouds, one after another blood waves rose from the ancient building, and the forest stood on the wall, revealing a poignant and terrifying blood red in the black clouds.

Surrounded by demonic threads, darkness and blood swirl out of a death vortex, as if to destroy everything.

"What?~~~~~~~~~ The demon bird let out a miserable cry and disappeared into the threaded whirlpool, but Wu Mo couldn't help but float towards the phantom, and he became more and more faint.

The withered bamboo in the hands of the illusory shadow was growing wildly, revealing the vicissitudes of eternity, enveloping everything, and he and the illusory shadow became one, and the withered bamboo took them through the void and left.

"How could this be? In a trance, as if in a dream, Yilu and all his classmates were devoured by the flying birds, revealing a hideous face and a weird smile.

And the withered bamboo was like a blood-colored spear, like a sword that slashed the two ends of the sky. Wu Mo seemed to see two parallel lines that would never meet suddenly intersect and stagger, and the brilliant waves of energy collided with him, like fireworks blooming, rolling thousands of feet of red dust, and he almost fainted.

The terrifying aura of the ancient dimension shrouded the sky, endless death and vicissitudes, like quicksand gathering and scattering, far and near, as if it wanted to swallow everything in the world. No matter how powerful you are, you are just a speck of dust in this red dust, let him stay, let him gather and disperse!

Unconscious, he was like a small speck of dust, swallowed by thousands of feet of red dust and endless darkness, passing through the boundless black hole, disappearing his sense of existence, like quicksand gathering and scattering.

"I can't die, I can't die....... they have become Feiling, they must destroy the ancestor and become an immortal ghost!" A small body, with a delirious obsession, like an insignificant speck of dust, disappeared into this space, ending the exploration of this Xuan Realm.