The wide black clothes covered his whole body, and Wu Mo glanced at him nervously, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

When he raised his head slightly and saw Wu Mo, he was also stunned, his fingers trembled, and he said a strange word, "It's you, his descendants?"

Passing through the afterimage, the old man disappeared into the void in an instant. And the huge black shadow "whooped" seemed to be extremely reluctant, with the old man's afterimage, drifting towards a black hill, like a green smoke disappeared.

"Is it you, is it his descendant?" the old man's words made Wu Mo frown deeply, "In this kind of place, such a person appeared for no reason, can you still know me?"

With all kinds of puzzlement, he raised his eyes and probed, and found that this area was actually an extremely ancient wilderness ruin, like another small world, an ancient and desolate and murderous breath of Cangsang, with a great coercion, rushed towards him, making him unsteady on his feet, and there was an urge to kneel and worship at that time.

At the same time, there is a familiar feeling, as if I have been here before, inexplicably there is a great sadness, and a tear slips from the corner of my eye. This was very strange to him.

"How can this be?" Immersed in sadness for no reason, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and continued to lean forward, seeing a forest with red leaves like blood, the sky above it, like the setting sun at night, the remnant sun was like blood, and the surrounding of the wilderness ruins seemed to be surging with dark red and black demonic energy, and the silhouettes of distant mountains appeared.

More precisely, it looks like a small hill that has been specially raised by someone, as if it has been carefully tended by someone, and from a distance, it looks more like a large tomb.

Farther away was a large round mountain, which looked like a surprisingly large mound raised from a distance, and the small hills together were less than a tenth of its size. He stood there, with a great power in his invisibility, and several small hills seemed to be crawling at his feet.

There was a strange dead silence all around, not even a trace of wind could be heard, only a boundless death breath permeated the entire ruins. The surrounding vegetation is also very different from the trees outside, which is unseen and unheard of.

But there was one tree that he recognized at a glance, and that was the Blood Maple Tree. In the past, I used to see it occasionally in the barren ridge near the Qingqiu Demon Tomb of the Taiquan Sect, but there were only three or four rare plants there.

And here it is full of mountains, especially near the hills, the tall blood maple trees are lush, majestic and solemn, and the maple leaves are as red as blood, but they are full of blood and boundless desolation.

Between the red leaves of the blood maple tree, the snow-white petals fluttering all over the sky, fluttering and sprinkling, like tears falling from the sky, in the blood-red night, the contrast is stark, rendering the great compassion and slaughter like the heavenly burial, silent, and aggressive, as if the bloody eyes of the great devil weep down the tears of the gods.

The oncoming breath made Wu Mo almost unable to breathe, and it was as heavy as suffocation.

Near the Blood Maple Tree, there are also lush palm trees, which spread out like fan-like branches and leaves, and the black air waflickers in the shadows of the trees, as if condensing an endless gloomy and dead air.

"Where did the old man and the red-haired demon shadow go?" Wu Mo watched around vigilantly, slowly approaching the blood maple bushes.

It seemed to be close in front of me, but it seemed to be far away in the sky, and I didn't know how far I had walked, and suddenly I saw a thatched hut in a barren mountain.

In such a gloomy and terrifying place, it was too unbelievable to appear a hut out of thin air, Wu Mo's heart was tense at that time, he didn't dare to take a step forward, stop there, and if he found something wrong, he was ready to run away at any time.

He saw that the hut shone faintly with a little yellow light, and in the endless dark red night, it was faint but like a candle of heaven and earth standing in the boundless darkness.

Next to the hut was a towering ancient tree, a tall blood maple tree, and there was no end to it as far as the eye could see. The old vines coiled around the trees were much thicker than buckets, like giant and reckless snakes, spiraling upward, and the vines hung silently, as if fixed in the air, but from time to time there was a silent wind.

Under this towering ancient tree, the hut is as weak as a little glowing fire, dotted in the meantime, as if it will be blown away by the yin wind at any time. At this moment, a figure suddenly walked out of the hut, hunched over, sweeping the falling blood-colored maple leaves and snow-white fallen flowers.

The figure stopped again, turned its back to Wu Mo in the distance, and knew what to say, let out a long sigh, and stood motionless on the side, as if petrified. Wu Mo had the illusion that the figure had never moved.

He caught a hint of breath and felt that this figure should be the old man who suddenly appeared before. There was no murderous intent from beginning to end, and he didn't seem to have malicious intent.

But he felt that this old man didn't seem to want to see him, and kept his back to him, as if he was deliberately avoiding something.

Although the old man didn't seem to have obvious killing intent towards him, in this kind of place, Wu Mo didn't dare to be careless at all. Since the old man didn't want to see him, it was impossible for him to go rashly, such a gloomy place, where there were hidden murderous intentions everywhere, it was very likely that one step would be an abyss.

He glanced around, there was a little hut in front of the barren mountains and mountains, and outside the barren mountains and mountains were large and small domed hills, and the whole area in front of him was more like an ancient tomb in Youda, and the old man, more like an old tomb keeper, had been guarding the huge ancient tomb mounds.

"Could it be the burial place of the ancient heavens?" Thinking of this, Wu Mo shuddered, the cold hair on his body stood on end, and he moved, ready to step out of the fairy trail and run away at any time.

But at this moment, there was a sudden "flutter", and several huge golden crows flew away from the ancient trees, frightened, and suddenly, a great killing machine suddenly came, and the unprecedented sense of crisis arose from the soles of the feet, swept back and straight to the head.

In an instant, he felt like he was locked, his feet were like taking root, he couldn't move, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"It seems that I'm dead!" This kind of existence is impossible to deal with, and Wu Mo has a chill of despair in his heart.

At the same time, the petrified old man in front of the house suddenly muttered as if resurrected: "Don't be restless, it's your own ......"

The old man's voice was so small that Wu Mo could barely hear it clearly, and he didn't know if he was talking to himself or to Jin Wu.

With just one of his words, that killing intent disappeared completely, the sense of locking was removed, and Wu Mo's legs and feet were free.

The old man's words made him very frightened: "What? Is it my own person? Do I know him very well?"

This made him feel inexplicable, with a kind of curiosity and doubt, he took a few steps forward, and suddenly "meow", a pair of green lights flashed, and a black shadow appeared beside him, startling him.

The black shadow rushed to the old man's side, and crouched at his feet, in the darkness, his eyes flashed with a green light, staring at Wu Mo's heart.

Wu Mo looked at it, the whole body was as black as ink, it turned out to be a very big black cat, very scary, but it seemed to have seen it somewhere.

He plucked up the courage to take a few steps forward, "May I ask senior, who are you?"

"Seven nights, let's go!" the old man's rickety body suddenly straightened, and he stood with his hands in his hands, still facing away from him, as if he didn't see him, and only said, "Let's go!" and hurried to the side.

The big cat, which was as black as ink, seemed to understand human language, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared silently in the dark corner of the corner.

"Seniors! seniors!"

Wu Mo had doubts, this old man lived deep underground, and he might know the whereabouts of his ancestor Ying Lingjun. He plucked up the courage to follow......