Shi Huaiyu endured the pain of his brain about to be penetrated, and continued to walk forward in the dark.

He couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly, there might be a boulder in front of him that rose suddenly, Shi Huaiyu walked forward, his head slammed on the stone, he grinned in pain, his body staggered, and he almost fell.

Shi Huaiyu frowned, thinking that since this Soul Lock Valley has such a terrifying name, it must not be very peaceful, and there may be some beasts such as tigers and wolves, thinking of the TV he has watched, as well as novels, saying that there are generally some birds of prey and beasts in the secret realm, the more Shi Huaiyu thinks about it, the more frightened he becomes, and a chill rises in his heart, at this time, he feels that he has credulously believed Tang Xinyi's words, what are you doing here, I clearly don't want to be a Seventh World God Monarch.

And after entering the Soul Lock Valley, Shi Huaiyu's heart was not caused by any waves in Shi Huaiyu's heart, except for fear and his brain feeling swollen.

Shi Huaiyu was a little strange, if he was really the Seventh Divine Monarch, and this was the place where the Divine Monarch once lived, then as soon as he came in, he should have more or less responded.

However, there was no movement in Shi Huaiyu's heart, and there were many doubts, which made him feel uneasy.

Shi Huaiyu rubbed his forehead, sighed, and just wanted to raise his feet and walk forward, a strong lightning bolt struck him, Shi Huaiyu jumped to the side, and before he could catch his breath, he suddenly saw that what he had just hit was a huge stone stele, and the stele was clearly engraved with a big character.

A big, bloody word.

The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, the dragon flies and the snake dances, and the imagination is free.

In the depths of the depression of the stroke, a stream of red liquid slowly seeped out, but it did not flow down, but filled the hollow of the engraved stone.

This big word made Shi Huaiyu's heart sink.

This is a word for "hate" that contains sorrow and deep helplessness.

Hate whom?

Shi Huaiyu didn't care about the pain on his forehead, reached out and touched the stele, and found that the stele was not as cold as the slippery stones around him, and this stele had some temperature, which was not much different from the temperature of his palm.

Shi Huaiyu withdrew his hand, thinking that it was so strange in this Soul Lock Valley, it must not be the place where the Divine Monarch once lived.

The so-called god monarch must be upright, bright, upright and selfless.

But in this Soul Lock Valley, the cold wind is raging, the lightning is thundering, and the drizzle is misty, this natural landscape is indeed not like the place where the gods live, this place is very likely to be an abnormal natural landscape, and it is said by some people to be a place where demons or gods live.

Thinking of this, Shi Huaiyu sorted out his thoughts, remembered that Tang Xinyi asked him to enter this Soul Lock Valley, and once swore that this is the place where the Divine Monarch once lived, and the only purpose of coming here was to let Shi Huaiyu confirm that he was the Seventh Divine Monarch.

Now, Shi Huaiyu guessed that this was not the rumored residence of the Divine Monarch, and he was not the Seventh Divine Monarch.

All stories should end here, what has happened in the past few days is nothing more than a deception.

As soon as Shi Huaiyu thought about it, he wanted to turn back, but curiosity drove him to move forward slowly.

Since you are here, you have to see it clearly. Shi Huaiyu's tenacious personality made him feel that it was meaningless to return in vain.

So, Shi Huaiyu sorted out his emotions, and he thought: Judging from the strange natural landscape, this should be the legendary Soul Lock Valley.

Since everyone else has been in the Soul Lock Valley for more than ten minutes, except for the buzzing in the brain, there are no other visions, then this Soul Lock Valley is not as terrible as the rumors, is there any magic in it.

The valley is rugged, untouched by human beings and infested by wild beasts, and is full of crazy vines, due to the harsh natural environment, tall trees cannot survive at all, and some are just some various vines that are less than a person tall.

Shi Huaiyu pushed aside these vines and walked forward cautiously, he didn't know what was in front of him, and he didn't know where he was going, but he was driven by curiosity, which made it difficult for him to move forward.

He groped among the vines for a while, for about a few minutes, and it was even more difficult to walk under his feet, and he didn't know what was under his feet, like sticks, but not like it, wet, slippery, a little careless, Shi Huaiyu's body staggered, and he fell to the ground again.

The fall was not light, and in the summer, he didn't wear much clothes, and a thin sharp object pierced his arm.

Shi Huaiyu reluctantly stood up, reached out and pulled the vines wrapped around his body, and touched his injured arm with his other hand, and he couldn't help but roar with a burst of distress, and his arm was sticky, as if blood came out after his arm was injured.

Shi Huaiyu endured the pain, almost wanted to laugh, after entering the Soul Lock Valley, he didn't find anything except that the weather here was weird, let alone find something that could prove his identity.

Is that nothing more than that here, what's so scary?

Shi Huaiyu smiled bitterly, thinking that between heaven and earth, there were many visions that could not be confirmed by modern science, so there was the legend of the Protoss and the Demon Race, and there was also this Soul Lock Valley.

Thinking like this, Shi Huaiyu felt that he couldn't find something meaningful no matter how much he searched, so he had to turn around and go back.

When he turned around and was about to return the way he came, he found a little light under his feet, and this light was like a spark, slowly becoming brighter and spreading in all directions.

In less than a minute, this light quickly spread in all directions, a full ten miles away.

When Shi Huaiyu was stunned, all the scenes in front of him suddenly became clear, and these scenes made Shi Huaiyu gasp.

Shi Huaiyu found that the darkness in front of him was swept away, and a drop of blood dripping under his feet was like a bright lamp, gradually lighting up, shining brightly around him.

In the sky overhead, thunder and lightning suddenly disappeared.

A tight cold wind around him was also swept away.

The hazy light rain was as if it had never happened, and there was not a single water stain on the vines around it.

Such a scene surprised Shi Huaiyu, and his hands involuntarily hugged his shoulders.

What surprised him even more was that the stone tablet that had just touched his forehead, which was more than two meters high, was now moving.

Like a person, he slowly turned, and the side engraved with the blood-red word of hatred slowly turned to Shi Huaiyu.

Shi Huaiyu instinctively took a step back, and there was a creak under his feet, as if he had stepped on something.

Shi Huaiyu looked down and found that there were some corpses under his feet, some large animals, some birds and the like, after years of wind and rain, they had long been corroded and could not withstand the trampling, and many of them were broken and turned into powder.

There are a lot of bones here, and there is a thick layer of backlog, and such bones nourish the vines above, and the vines grow very well.

Behind Shi Huaiyu, there is a high platform, but on the high platform, it is as smooth as a mirror, nothing, no bones, no vines, not even a little dust, smooth, like a polished stone, bright, white, can reflect the human figure.

This high platform is like the point of the ancient generals.

The stone tablet in front of him moved step by step, walking towards Shi Huaiyu, Shi Huaiyu instinctively retreated, and gradually walked onto this high platform.

The stele walked to the high platform and did not leave.

At this time, Shi Huaiyu was afraid, and he had already slowly moved to the high platform, and when he looked up, he was almost as tall as the stone tablet standing on the high platform, and he could see that the stone tablet was covered with a thick layer of moss.

At this time, Shi Huaiyu was frightened in his heart.