I can't see the darkness of my fingers.

After Ye Yang and his team of thirteen people walked into the iron gate, they could no longer see anything.

It's not like the faint light source of the white grass on the dark river, but it's completely dark.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Yang turned on the flashlight.

There were no factories to make flashlights in this era, but there were some craftsmen who worked backwards on the rough methods of making flashlights based on the flashlights left over from the glorious era, and there was probably the only battery factory in the world on the western continent, so people in this era have to use flashlights now.

As soon as the lights came on, it illuminated the space in front of him for more than ten meters.

It was a long corridor, surrounded on all sides by cold metal walls, and there was not a single monster.

Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief and motioned for his subordinates to turn on the flashlight together.

After the light source, there was a faint sound of monsters commotion outside the iron gate, but strangely, they could be seen wandering at the iron gate, but they were not seen stepping into the iron gate.

"Could it be...... Is there something in this iron gate that monsters are afraid of?" Ye Yang's heart suddenly jumped, and he had a bad premonition, but at this time, there was no other choice but to move forward.

The group walked on the metal road, and the sound of leather boots echoed repeatedly in the corridor.

After advancing for about one or two hundred meters, a corner appeared, and faintly a faint red and blue light seemed to flicker alternately on the other side of the corner.

Ye Yang frowned, gestured for the team to stop, then waved his hand and sent one of his subordinates to check first.

The Martial Temple soldier nodded, and cautiously approached the corner with a flashlight, leaning against the wall, slowly poking his face out a little.

Ye Yang's body tensed.

The soldier then turned his head back and made a "safe" gesture.

Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could give the next command, a voice suddenly sounded in the corridor.

It was a mechanical, emotionless woman's voice, and although the tone was soft and flat, it did not look like a human voice. Moreover, she didn't speak any language that Ye Yang understood, and her pronunciation was very obscure.

Everyone suddenly became nervous, and they looked around with a flashlight in one hand and a crossbow in the other, trying to find the source of the sound, but to no avail.

At this moment, a red light came out of nowhere, swept over them at a rapid speed, and then disappeared.

Immediately after, the woman's voice suddenly changed to the language that Ye Yang understood and commonly used.

"Visitors who are not administrative rights holders or registered visitors should identify themselves, otherwise they will be considered intruders. ”

The soldiers of the Martial God Temple looked at each other with a confused expression in their eyes.

"Visitors who are not administrative rights holders or registered visitors should identify themselves, otherwise they will be considered intruders. ”

The woman's voice read it again, although Ye Fan didn't know what "management authority holder" and "registered visitor" were, but he knew very well what "intruder" meant, and he didn't want to be confronted as an intruder in this inexplicable place, so he hurriedly shouted loudly.

"We're not intruders! we're passing through!" he cried out.

The woman's voice didn't sound, Ye Yang stared, trying to make his brain turn quickly to deal with the current situation, but his mind was blank.

After a few seconds, the woman's voice rang out again: "After analysis, the visitor's account is a lie, the visitor is armed and hostile, and is regarded as an intruder, and the obstacle removal procedure is in operation." ”

Ye Yang's heart skipped a beat, and before he could say anything again, the soldier who was walking at the forefront just now exploded into a cloud of blood mist without warning.

Without seeing the enemy, without understanding what was happening, without even making a sound, a living person exploded into a mist of blood, and large patches of blood splattered on the wall.

Ye Yang's scalp was numb for a while, and he had no way to think about anything else, so he shouted: "Retreat!"

However, it was too late to retreat, and the soldiers around him exploded into a blood mist one by one.

Some of these soldiers were only seventeen or eighteen years old, and they still maintained shocked and bewildered expressions, and the next second they exploded like fireworks.

Almost in just one second, countless blood spilled all over Yongdao and Ye Yang's whole body.

Ye Yang's whole person was stunned, his eyes instantly lost their brightness, and he fell to his knees with a thud, and the blood of his subordinates dripped from his hair and collar.

"Why...... Why didn't I die......" Two seconds later, the last of his sanity brought him to his senses, he looked at the ground, and suddenly there was a violent nausea and he began to vomit violently.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to many, many years of weakness in his small tribe in the face of a third-order monster.

In a trance, Ye Yang vaguely heard a voice saying: "Visitor No. 1's life reaction is abnormal, there are obvious traces of evolution, and it can be used as the host of Subject Zero." ”

While Ye Yang was still trying to comprehend this sentence, his consciousness fell into the dark abyss.

In the endless fall, he seemed to see his wife's half-disgusted and half-happy questioning, his daughter's sleeping little face, he tried to reach out to hug his wife and daughter, but in the end he only got into it with only scattered black smoke.

Ye Yang, who was kneeling on the ground, covered his face with his hands, his body continued to tremble with a high frequency, and there was a strange whimper in his throat.

After about a minute, the trembling and whimpering stopped.

Between his fingers covering his face, a pair of bloodshot eyes opened.

......

Breeze City, the Temple of the Martial Gods.

Hong Xuanwu wielded a set of sword techniques in the unmanned martial arts arena at night.

Martial artists above the fifth order no longer need martial arts, because their strength, speed, physical fitness, and power generation methods have already exceeded the limits of human beings, and their bodies can do almost any twisting, flipping, and other actions they want to do, and they no longer need martial arts skills to improve their combat effectiveness.

But Hong Xuanwu still likes this set of knife techniques, because this is the first set of knife techniques he has practiced from the very beginning, and it has accompanied him through decades, and he will dance it again whenever he is upset, so as to calm his heart.

But no matter how he wielded the long knife in his hand today, he couldn't calm down in his heart.

Not far away, Ning Xiaolou stood on the high tower of the Martial God Temple, looking southwest, which was the direction of the team they sent tonight, but several hours had passed, and there was still no movement.

Not even a small signal was given.

"Alas......"

He glanced at Hong Xuanwu, who had been dancing on the martial arts arena all night, and sighed.

......

Dozens of miles away in the sky.

Fan Jianxue, dressed in a red coat, walked in the clouds against the wind, without any expression on his beautiful snow-white face.

Every now and then she closes her eyes, senses something, and then fine-tunes her direction and continues to walk through the air.

Soon after, she suddenly stopped, suspended a few hundred meters in the air, and then slowly descended to a place where there were no clouds.

At her feet, there was a vast land, and the sea could be seen far and wide, and in the middle of the two was a small city, which was very conspicuous in the night.

Fan Jianxue took a deep breath and said to herself: "The mark left by Senior Brother is so stable, there are no traces of human influence at all, do you have no ability to erase it at all, or are you waiting for me to come?"

Her eyes seemed to be able to pass through a distance of dozens of miles, and she saw a person standing by the little white dragon's side, smiling and looking back.

Fan Jianxue frowned, after she hesitated for a few seconds, her slender eyebrows like willows pressed slightly, and she made up her mind, her body moved slightly, and she turned into the wind again, and flew away in the direction of Breeze City.

......

In the inn of Breeze.

Qi Wanli was naked, and his expression was a little stiff.

Even though he is now a third-order grandmaster, he still maintains an extremely "awe-inspiring" attitude in the face of tattoos.

Bai Qiyu wanted to laugh a little, she dipped the medicine with a thin needle, and asked, "I haven't started yet, what are you doing so tightly?" Are you afraid of needles?"

Qi Wanli sneered: "What do you know, I am by contracting my muscles and pores, and locking the medicinal juice in my body without falling to the ground, so as to achieve the best absorption effect...... Don't stab you!"

This time, the dark element chose the location of the thorn talisman for him, which was the Jizhong acupoint.

Bai Qiyu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and glanced at the secret talisman figure placed next to him, and the needle in his hand began to prick Qi Wanli's skin.

She doesn't have perfect control over her musculoskeletal like Fang Bajiu, and she doesn't have Fang Bajiu's experience in stabbing talismans for hundreds of people in the tribe for many years, so in order to get the needle accurate, she naturally loses speed.

Stitch by stitch, stitch by stitch, extremely torturous.

The good thing is that with each stitch, she will send a gentle life force, allowing the wound to heal quickly.

Unlike the cool feeling when the medicinal juice needed to practice the martial mystic method entered the body, this time the medicinal juice was very warm when it was pierced on the skin.

It's like drinking a bowl of hot soup with just the right temperature.

Because the Jizhong acupoint was on the front, Bai Qiyu and Qi Wanli were a little close when she pierced the talisman, and her face was slightly red.

About half an hour later, Bai Qiyu collected the needle, wiped a handful of fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and said with a long breath: "Perfect." ”

Qi Wanli didn't answer, because at this time, he was in a very wonderful state.

When the last stitch of the talisman was completed, the world he felt was turned upside down again.

A few months ago, he felt the divine power for the first time, as if he was in the middle of the ocean, and he could touch the boundless and vast divine power, but at this time he felt completely different.

After a few months, he had become accustomed to being able to perceive the divine power of the river and the sea anytime and anywhere, and those divine powers became as natural as air, but at this time, there seemed to be a fire lit in the air, they were not scorching, but they emitted light, fluttering in the air.

"This is the star divine power?" he remembered that the first-order Sky Walker could only cultivate in the moonlight, and looked up at the moonlight outside the window, but saw a bright red.