"In a building like this old, under normal circumstances, there is a good chance that there is a treasure buried underground." The white turtle held his chin and said thoughtfully.

"yes. Chance and crisis coexist, if we can kill the clay figurines inside, we will get a good vote. "The little scimitar echoed, and after mixing with the white turtle for a long time, he already had the virtue of a hooligan.

Xuantian glanced at the two guys and continued to watch the castle.

Soon, he showed a look of surprise, and carefully felt the aura here, as if something was not quite right.

"Something may have gone wrong with the clay figurines inside, so they released their own breath and enveloped the castle to intimidate others. Xuantian muttered, his eyes falling on the castle.

"Yes, it may be injured, in this case, you can do a big job. The white turtle's eyes lit up and he began to think in a better direction.

"Bang!"

Xuantian gave the white turtle a burst of chestnuts and said, "The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and a generation of clay people is strong, how can it be so easy to deal with?"

After speaking, Xuantian also looked at the little scimitar and asked how this guy got into the weapon back then.

When I asked this question, I immediately evoked the memory of the little scimitar back then, and I was terrified. The war between gods and demons back then was because of a dying clay man, and as a result, the gods fell.

In the past, a supreme being fought against several powerhouses, just to compete for a divine object. Eventually, it was mortally wounded, and it took this treasure to shatter the void and come to the second world. As a result, after the gods learned the news, they together with those demon monks, cut through the space one after another and chased after them.

At that time, all the gods were crazy about that supreme treasure and did not take this dying supreme being to heart. The end result was the fall of the demons.

The powerhouse of the Clay Man Realm, as long as there is still a breath left, it is enough to kill any god. Even, even their dead bodies are not accessible to ordinary gods.

"It's horrible. Such a powerhouse only exuded a trace of aura, which also turned dozens of gods into blood mist. The little scimitar was frightened, and he was also in a hurry, and got into a piece of artifact, so he escaped by luck.

"So, you two should give me a little more peace and don't have any bad ideas. Xuantian taught him a lesson, turned around and prepared to leave.

However, at this moment, his heart beat for some reason, making a 'poof' and 'poof' sound, as if someone was playing a drum inside.

"What's going on, there's something calling me inside this castle......" Xuantian was stunned, his eyes full of doubt. He turned slowly and looked at the old castle again.

In a moment, he walked slowly towards the building.

"What, didn't you educate us not to approach dangerous things?"

The little scimitar also said: "That's right, just now I was saying that the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, but in the blink of an eye, he rushed up." ”

Xuantian ignored these two guys, his heart was beating violently, and the call inside was getting stronger and stronger, coming from his soul.

What is it, and why is there something about itself?

Xuantian was puzzled, he had never been to this world. Unless it's something from the Xuan family, because the Xuan family is located in this legendary world.

Of course, all this was just speculation, and he didn't know exactly what it was that hooked his deep soul.

Xuantian approached the castle and pushed open the heavy and ancient gates. It's been a long time since anyone entered it, and there's a smell of old age, the smell of time.

Xuantian stepped forward and stepped into the former hall of this castle. It was empty, and there was nothing but a foreshadowing.

The yellow mist is faint, and the cushions emit an earthy yellow mist. This is the smell left behind by the clay man meditating on it back then. Now, however, the clay figure does not seem to be in this front hall.

Xuantian watched here, his eyes stayed for a few moments, and then he went to the middle hall.

At the entrance of the main hall, he saw a stone tablet with clay figurines taking notes with their own life essence, and four large characters were written - 'Do not move forward'.

Xuantian glanced at it, and didn't take such a warning in his eyes. When he got here, his heart was beating harder and harder, and the curiosity in his heart surpassed everything, how could he turn back.

Xuantian directly crossed the stone tablet and stepped into the nave.

The first thing that caught my eye was the four blood words on the ground - 'the bitter sea ahead'.

In other words, the front is a place where there is no turning back, and it is still persuading outsiders to leave.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, and the back is the shore. The white turtle muttered, remembering the proverb of Buddhism.

It is portrayed in blood, and it seems to reveal a murderous intention. The little scimitar looked carefully, and suddenly felt a sharp murderous aura rushing in, terrifying and boundless.

Xuantian made a move and grinded away the killing machine in the word.

This is the handwriting written by a strong man in the clay man realm, and it has reached the point of killing. When ordinary people see these words, they will be killed by the killing machine in the words.

"It's terrible, just a moment ago, I had an out-of-body feeling. "The little scimitar is frightened.

Of course, the white tortoise is no exception, it is also shrouded in killing intent, and the feeling is stronger than the scimitar.

"Damn, you dare to intimidate this god. The tortoise spat and sprayed on the handwriting. Now, Xuantian has erased the mystery in the font, so these handwriting are no different from ordinary handwriting.

"Strange place. Xuantian groaned, looking into the depths of the castle. He wondered why there was a warning mark here, and looking at the years, it seemed that many years had passed.

What puzzled him even more was that what he had was here.

The answer is obviously in the depths. He continued on his way to the back hall. It was the last hall of the castle, and perhaps the answer would be revealed, and the clay figure who had left his handwriting behind.

At the entrance of the back hall, a large bluestone block the way, and there are still four words written on it - 'Please leave'.

Xuantian came here and stopped, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he began to hesitate in his heart. Because, the artistic conception of these words is different from the previous words.

In the first few times, the artistic conception of the font was murderous, giving outsiders a warning. The artistic conception of these words, however, carries a sense of pleading, as if asking outsiders to leave.

Xuantian frowned, from these handwritings, he felt that this clay figure seemed to be full of helplessness, and in the end, he pleaded in a low voice. However, when he got here, his heart became more and more intense.

Eventually, curiosity outweighed all else, and he decided to move forward again, into the apse.

Entering the back hall, the scene was astonishing.

On the ground, there was a black coffin, inside which was an earthy yellow clay figure, with a thin body and a deeply sunken face, as if clinging to the bones, lying quietly in the coffin without a sound.

On the edge of this black coffin, there was also an old man, his body was also thin, his hair hung down like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, he had been in contact with the ground, he had not taken care of it for many years, and even had a thick layer of dust on his body.

Xuantian looked at this old man with white hair, the other party was in the realm of a half-clay man. And the other party also raised his head and looked here, with a bitter taste on his face.

"This strong man. You eventually came in. Actually, the moment you stepped into the castle, I already felt you. The old man said.

Xuantian had been looking at the clay figure in the black coffin for a long time before turning around and nodding at the old man. It is not surprising that the other party can sense his presence, after all, this is the other party's building, and you can pay attention to the dynamics of any place in the castle.

"Hmm! Xuantian nodded and responded lightly. However, the light of his eyes still fell on the clay figure.

He could feel that the clay figure was silent, and that it should be dead.

The atmosphere here was a little dignified, or a little weird, the white turtle and the little scimitar did not speak, but chose to be silent.

"This young powerhouse. There's nothing that attracts you here, nothing other than the old decay and the master. Although I don't know why you came up after seeing the handwriting, I still hope that you will leave quickly and not disturb the soul of the master. The old man spoke, his voice vicissitudes.

"It's a pity that a generation of strong people died like this. Xuantian muttered, and his eyes deliberately looked around, just as the old man said, there was really nothing else.

However, when he got here, he had a feeling that the call from the soul was getting closer and closer.

So, where did such a call come from? He was puzzled, still searching.

"Boom!"

At this moment, there was a sudden tremor under the ground, and there was a violent roar. Even the castle was a violent concussion.

"What's going on?" the white turtle jumped up, grabbed Xuantian's shoulders tightly, and looked at the ground.

Similarly, Xuantian was also puzzled and asked the old man, "What's the matter, is there anything under the ground?"

I saw the old man's face regretful, stood up, and observed the earth. Soon after, there was another shock under the ground, and the old man was startled.

"Oh my God, is the eternal repression going to be shattered today?" muttered the old man, his face frightened.

"What kind of repression? Tell me about it. Xuantian said, and walked in front of the old man, wanting to listen carefully. He also felt that what called on him came from underground.

"I don't know the exact situation. It was a seal from the primeval period, and below it seemed to be the grave of some abyssal creatures, which had been suppressed. And my master is the grave keeper here. Unfortunately, he has been dead for 100,000 years. The old man said. He doesn't know what follows.

"So, those handwritings at the door are also left by your master?" Xuantian said, looking at the one in the coffin.

"yes. After all, this is a cemetery, and the corpses of many powerful people are sealed underneath. Shizun's move was because he didn't want to be disturbed by the outside world here, but something went wrong. The old man sighed, helplessness in his voice.

"Is this a cemetery down there, and it's ...... primeval period," Xuantian said, looking at the white tortoise.

"What do you think I'm doing...... I see, you want to ask me what period it was! That period was the time when the abyssal world was connected with our world, and many abyssal creatures opened their channels and invaded our world. The white turtle said.

"Foreign invasions, that is to say, below are some remnants of the primeval period. Xuantian muttered, a little puzzled. Things from the primeval period, why should they have anything to do with him.

Xuantian asked again and asked about the specific situation, but he couldn't get any other news. Before the clay figure in the coffin died, he only told the old man to guard this place well, but he did not tell him more.

"Is the following tremor related to me? Why is my heart beating stronger and stronger? Xuantian frowned, covering his chest with one hand, and he could clearly feel the vibration, as if there was a person knocking inside.

He wanted to understand everything, but the old man was dead.

"Unless, it's going back in time and asking. Xuantian muttered, having this thought.

"Back in time? How is that possible, when I was chatting with the old man of time and space, I only knew that this guy could go back 20,000 years. As for 100,000 years, that's too far away. The white turtle shook his head, thinking it was unlikely.

"Nope. If there is only that one person, of course, you can't go back 100,000 years. But with the addition of my time-lapse powers, I can do this. Xuantian said, his eyes flashing with essence.

"Boom!"

He reached out directly, grabbed a crack in the void, and pulled out an old man, short all over, with white beard.