Yang Qing's voice was full of unbelievable charm, and at this moment, there was a brief blank in his mind, unable to think.

He stopped so abruptly, mainly because the perception he was exuding had found something that shocked him.

In perception, there is a fork more than a thousand meters in front of him, in fact, it is not very accurate to say that it is a fork, because this side road is only one or two zhang deep, and there are some rock walls all around, without the slightest strangeness.

However, it was here that made Yang Qing almost stunned, and his mind seemed to stop functioning, but the fact was that his mind was spinning rapidly, and pictures appeared in his mind, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he stood in place and lost his mind.

After a long time, Yang Qing came to his senses a little, and looked around nervously, but except for the dark cyan rock wall, he didn't see anything.

Immediately, he suddenly turned his head and looked into the depths of the passage, a strong look of anticipation appeared in his eyes, and at the same time, the tension that emerged became more and more intense, accompanied by a hint of eagerness, which was very complicated.

The pace of strides, the figure suddenly rushed out, and the span of each step began to grow faster and larger, and each leap out was more than a foot away, and such a fast march also showed how eager he was in his heart at this time.

A few minutes later, the deviation path that appeared in the perception also appeared in Yang Qing's eyes, and the next moment, the figure suddenly stopped at the side of the road, staring ahead with nervous eyes, for fear that the induction would be wrong, and it was at such a close distance that the perception was projected into it again in a panic.

Obviously, it was only more than ten meters away, but he didn't immediately rush in to check it in person, but chose to use his perception to sense and make such a move, which shows how nervous he was at this time.

For fear of an error in the induction, the air was overjoyed and did not dare to go forward, so it was confirmed again, but at this time, the picture from the perception was extremely real, and it also confirmed that there was no error in the induction.

"How so?"

Although he was confirmed, he still couldn't believe the scene sensed by his senses, and couldn't help but whisper to himself.

Then, with both hands, he haphazardly took out a golden demon core from an item bag stored in his waist and held it in the palm of his hand.

Suddenly, the surrounding darkness was expelled away, and the light within a radius became brighter, although it was not as good as the outside, but everything here could already be seen clearly.

On the dark blue rock wall, the dust adheres to it, whether smooth or rough, and on it, the vicissitudes left by the years fall into the eyes, making people rise in awe.

But at this time, Yang Qing didn't have the heart to pay attention to these, his attention was completely attracted by the things in the sideways.

Seeing that the demon core in his hand really worked, with the light, Yang Qing quickly rushed into the side road, a distance of one or two zhang, and under his stride, he came to the end of the road in an instant.

His gaze fell on the rock wall in front of him, and at the same time, he raised the demon core above his head with one hand.

For a while, there was some mist in Yang Qing's eyes, and a stream of thoughts poured up like a raging wave, making his throat a little choked, and the pictures in his mind flashed at this time, all of which were images of him with his parents.

The golden light illuminated the rock wall, and on it, a row of quaint handwriting was revealed.

'Jinghan, with you in this life, then even if I die now, what am I afraid of!'

And below this sentence, there are obviously traces of carving, but the font is not formed, and it is not clear what the portrayer wants to express.

"It turned out to be really my father's handwriting......"

Looking at the row of quaint and vigorous fonts in front of him, the shock in Yang Qing's heart was like a thunderbolt from the sky, which made him shake violently, and immediately, a trembling sound came out.

He couldn't believe his eyes, the handwriting on the rock wall in front of him turned out to be his father Yang Xian's, and Jinghan was also his mother's name.

At first, he had noticed the handwriting in his senses, and he had only looked at it out of curiosity, but when he noticed the handwriting, it almost caused his body to stumble and fall to the ground.

It was so shocking that his father's handwriting appeared here, which meant that Yang Xian had entered this place, not only stayed in this passage, but also left a handwriting on this rock wall.

However, this is the legendary realm of the Mi, and they still relied on the sect master of the Slave Spirit Sect to carve the magic circle to enter here, but how did his father get in, is there any other way to enter here?

And after the shock in Yang Qing's heart, he thought of this, how could his father appear here?

How did you get in?

And why did you leave this sentence here, and what was the situation at that time?

Why do you say, 'Even if I die now, what is there to fear?'

Could his mother, the Jinghan mentioned in that sentence, also be here at the time?

Facing a sentence on the rock wall, Yang Qing's mind subconsciously flashed a number of questions, but each one was like a headless fly, smashing in his mind, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get any doubts out.

Gradually, as he became more and more confused, the more he wanted to know what was going on, but no one came to give him an answer, and for a while, he was annoyed and had a headache.

After all, he is still only a sixteen-year-old boy, many things are not completely self-assured, and he has been separated from his parents for several months, he also misses the second elder very much.

"Father and mother, why did you leave Qing'er in the first place, did Qing'er do something wrong?"

Due to strong longing, I haven't seen him for several months, and when I saw my father's handwriting again, for a while, I couldn't control it, and a line of tears finally flowed down from my eyes, and I asked softly with some choked up.

In the silent passage, Yang Qing's voice to himself was so loud.

"Could it be that I said goodbye to Qing'er because I wanted to come here, what ...... is here?"

Stunned, he looked at the handwriting on the rock wall in front of him, let the tears slide down his cheeks, his fingers slowly stroked up, feeling the touch between his fingers, and whispered to himself, but before he finished speaking, it suddenly stopped.

His move was abrupt and instantly made the atmosphere here weird.

"What?"

"Impossible ......"

Suddenly, several unbelievable words came out of Yang Qing's mouth, and for some reason, at this moment, he kept repeating the sentence 'Impossible' in horror...... Impossible'.