Desolate as the last world, unaware of the passage of time.

The sky is still blood-colored and the sun is still there, and the cold wind blows across the earth, telling of endless desolation and vicissitudes.

At this moment, in front of Su Hao, there is a silent bamboo forest, this bamboo forest is dead silent, only the sound of the wind blowing through the collision of bamboo leaves. Moreover, the bamboo is black, and the whole bamboo forest is like a black ocean, giving people a sense of depth.

"Are you sure, there is no danger here?" Su Hao stood in front of the bamboo forest, stared at the black bamboo forest for a while, and asked.

"Squeak!"

The hairball stood on Su Hao's shoulder and nodded a little excitedly.

After Su Hao was silent for a while, his eyes were decisive, his body shook out, and he went straight to the bamboo forest.

As soon as his feet stepped into the bamboo forest, he suddenly felt a black infection, an indescribable taste. He looked around, and the light of the remnant sun shone down, forming countless shadows on the ruined earth.

The bamboo shadows are mottled and intertwined.

Gusts of cold wind blew through, setting off the sound of swaying.

The bamboo forest is very quiet, except for the sound of the wind, it is a dead silence!

There is no other sound, if you have to say that there is, it is Su Hao's footsteps, everything seems very weird.

A man and a beast walked slowly towards the depths of the bamboo forest quietly, and after about a few hundred meters, a manor suddenly appeared in front of him, which was located in the black bamboo forest, which looked very different.

The manor was as dilapidated as it was, the walls were covered with rust and cracks, and it looked like it was in great decay.

However, in the midst of this decay, there is a sense of grandeur. Even after the years, it is the same, not weakened, but even more majestic.

This feeling was very contradictory, which made Su Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cautious look, and he didn't dare to be careless.

"That's what you mean by creation?" Su Hao asked as he stared at the manor.

The furball squeaked, nodded, and shook its head again.

Seeing this, Su Hao couldn't understand the meaning of the hairball for a while, and looked at the manor with even more puzzled eyes.

After a moment of silence, he made a decision and walked directly to the manor. The closer he got to the manor, the stronger the conflicting feeling. When his footsteps landed at the gate of the manor, he was stunned, and looked at the broken wall suspiciously.

The crumbling of the wall was different from what he had seen outside the bamboo forest, as if it had been caused by the erosion of time.

In front of the manor, on the ground, dense fallen leaves, like snow, covered with a thick layer, when the wind blows, it is not rolled up, but ups and downs, motionless, like a rock.

Looking at this scene, Su Hao's eyes flashed slightly.

Moments later, step into the manor.

The manor is not large, like a resting place. The layout is accessible and the layout is simple. The interior is very complete, with paintings on the walls and carved Suzuki, which is classical and elegant. The whole manor is square in shape, like a courtyard house.

Su Hao walked through one room after another, followed the guidance of the furball, and walked towards the depths of the manor.

Observing along the way, he can guess. Perhaps, a few years ago, this place, together with the outlying places, must have been a very prosperous and glorious place. Because there are so many ruins around this area, countless villages and towns have been destroyed.

I don't know what happened, why did it become like this?

However, all this did not affect Su Hao's speculation.

Before I knew it, a man and a beast passed through several houses and came to the depths of the manor, where there was an empty garden.

The empty garden was full of withered yellow weeds, but in this weed, Su Hao smelled the medicinal fragrance that filled the air, this aroma made Su Hao very familiar, it was the feeling he felt smelling the elixir in the elixir field of the Nine Sealed Gates.

"This used to be an elixir field?" Su Hao stared at the empty garden, revealing disbelief.

The elixir can only be cultivated by cultivators, and it is impossible for mortals to cultivate the elixir.

At first, he deduced from the ruined villages around him that it might be a mortal area. But now, it doesn't seem that simple? How did this come about?

Countless questions crossed his mind.

But soon he was pulled back from his thoughts by the sound of the furball, and he stared at it, only to see the furball jump off his shoulder at some point, and jump up and down in the empty garden.

And suddenly let out an excited squeak attracted Su Hao's attention.

He shook his body, and in an instant he appeared next to Hairball, and when he looked down, it was a withered weed... No, a withered spirit grass to be exact.

Most of the entire spirit grass withered, and only the roots were slightly green.

It is a sprout that has been reborn from withering and struggling from death after countless years, like a seed, as long as there is enough time, it can grow back into a spiritual grass.

"What kind of spirit grass is this?" Su Hao squatted down and looked at the grass carefully, and for a while, he couldn't recognize it.

The hairball was looking at the grass very excitedly, and his black eyes were glowing green.

"Boy, take it!!Be sure to take it!!" At this moment, an excited voice suddenly sounded in his heart. This voice was very abrupt, which made Su Hao stunned, and soon he reacted, this voice belonged to Dao Zun, Han Qingfeng!

"Are you awake? What kind of spirit grass is this?"

Han Qingfeng's awakening can be said to be extremely important to Su Hao, and he still has a lot of doubts in his heart that he wants to ask. But when he called out to Han Qingfeng again, there was no sound.

"Hey, are you awake?"

I asked several times in a row, but there was no sound.

Su Hao shrugged helplessly and said, "It seems that Bai Huan is happy." ”

Immediately, when he looked at this withered yellow spirit grass with only young leaves at the roots, his face showed a thoughtful expression. The spirit grass that can make Dao Zun excited must be extraordinary.

Is it any wonder that Furball chose here?

But Su Hao was very strange, how could the hairball be so familiar with the spirit grass?

After glancing at the hairball suspiciously, Su Hao didn't say more, but carefully dug out this withered spirit grass from the ground, for fear of damaging it in the slightest.

A special place was set aside for the storage bag to place this spirit grass.

The storage bag is a special independent space in which time and space are stationary, and anything that is put in will remain in its original appearance. If there are no accidents, there will be absolutely no mistakes.

After tidying up the spirit grass, Su Hao began to wander around the empty garden again.

The air was eternally filled with the breath of elixir, which made him feel comfortable all over his body.

In this empty garden, Su Hao also found a lot of medicinal powders on the ground, all of which were made of elixirs. However, these powders are already black and inferior.