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As time passed, the summoning of the underworld became clearer and more urgent, and the blood-yellow water of the yellow spring was gently rippling, like a terrible ghost in the netherworld abyss letting out a silent roar, calling the wandering spirits who had left their homeland and the yin spirits who had passed away!

Long Xuan's face showed a solemn and solemn look, as if he had made up his mind, and with a stroke of the magic trick of both hands, the black and white energy came out of his body, pulling Lu Xueqi, who was still unconscious, into his arms.

Then, he raised his eyebrows, and a series of obscure and mysterious incantations came out of his mouth, and a bright ice blue light like a star enveloped him, and he sank straight into the blue water and cold pool, like a moth throwing fire, full of decisive meaning!

The shore of the blue water and cold pool fell into silence again, and even the brilliance of the crescent moon in the Nine Heavens seemed to gradually dim, and a dark and demonic atmosphere of death once again shrouded this ancient place where no one had set foot!

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Lu Xueqi felt that her body was getting colder and colder, cold to the bone marrow, as if even her soul was trembling and trembling under the coldness of this silence that destroyed all things, and unprecedented tiredness and sleepiness emerged from her deep heart, deeply carved and gnawed, making her unable to lift the slightest strength!

But strangely, she didn't have the slightest fear, as if there was some inexplicable power guarding her body, like a dream, ethereal but extremely solid, like mountains and rivers!

She muttered, but her mind gradually became clearer, and little by little, she opened her eyes with difficulty—

Reflected in her eyes was the dim glow of the dome and the sky, misty and deep, as if the ancient outcasts were reminiscing about the glory of the past and telling the desolation of the past! The yin wind howled, terrible and ethereal, like a demon's gasp, a faint elegy, with an icy chill, echoing between heaven and earth.

"Xueqi, are you feeling better?" The soft words sounded in her ears, Lu Xueqi was stunned, and there was still a childlike innocent and confused expression on her stunning face, she slowly raised her head and met Long Xuan's concerned gaze in mid-air!

"Hmm!" She bowed her head slightly, looked at the upper body of Long Xuan**, and her delicate earlobes couldn't help but flush with a faint flush, like crystal clear red jade. She looked around, Yurong almost instantly lost color, and gasped-

This is a vast plain with no end in sight, the air is filled with bloody hot wind, the ground is pitted, countless desolate bones are arranged on the ground according to a mysterious law, their backs are inverted with dark blue bone spurs, deep and hollow eyes, as if there is an ice gaze, in the statement of the tragedy and sorrow of the martyrs!

Thousands of years have passed, but these ancient relics still retain a palpitating, solemn and oppressive mighty coercion, and the inexplicable ferocity and madness follow the mysterious lines of bright purple and faint thunder under them, like a torrent of rushing waves, all the way to an ancient and dilapidated altar in the center of the plain!

"It's ...... Where? Lu Xueqi was silent for a while, and finally came back to her senses from the miserable environment of Shura Purgatory, her beautiful eyes flashed with an inexplicable look, and she asked quietly.

Long Xuan's face could not see joy or sorrow, he looked up at the dark and distant Holy Sepulchre Dome, sighed softly, and said lightly: "If nothing else, this should be the Dragon Bone Thunder Domain......"

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly froze, and at this moment, the dragon head totem on his arm seemed to be revived, driving the muscles on his arm to twist slightly, gradually turning red, accompanied by an extreme burning pain transmitted to his body. The monstrous dragon's mouth opened slightly, letting out a silent roar, and the dead dragon's eyes glittered with blood, as if full of complex human emotions, and he was also looking at the dilapidated altar in the center of the plain!

He snorted softly, unconsciously clenched his teeth, and only felt an indescribable grief and sorrow rising from the bottom of his heart, accompanied by a fierce murderous and incomparably fierce killing machine that wanted to destroy the world and the earth, and rushed straight to his head. At this moment, a fair-skinned and gentle hand reached out from the side and supported him, and at the same time, an extremely familiar true yuan breath of the same origin and the same origin slowly came from the palm of that hand, which was the "Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao", moisturizing things silently to help him calm the surging blood in his body!

"What the hell is wrong with you, it seems that you have been ...... since you came to the shore of the clear water and cold pool. Weird? Lu Xueqi stared at him quietly, her voice as light as water seemed erratic in the cold demon wind, and the glow of the sky was reflected in her eyes, like two blazing pale flames!

"If it's inconvenient to say, then forget it, I'm just...... I'm just a little scared......" She smiled sadly, lowered her head slightly, a flash of gloom and self-deprecation flashed on her beautiful jade face, her slender and white hand slowly retracted, tucked into her sleeve, clenched into a fist, and her nails sank deep into her skin without knowing it!

The corners of Long Xuan's mouth moved, as if he was hesitating, as if he was struggling, and finally said softly: "I'm sorry for worrying you!" He said slowly, as if every word had been pondered in his heart for a long time before he slowly confided: "When I was unconscious, there seemed to be a desolate and inexplicable power rising from my blood, and then I felt this dragon bone thunderfield...... Calling to me! ”

He closed his eyes slightly, stretched out his fingers, pointed to the ruined altar, and whispered like a dream: "There, right there, there seems to be an ancient thing that has a great deal to do with me, calling me!" ”

Lu Xueqi was stunned for a moment, her pupils contracted suddenly, and a look of consternation flashed across her face, as an elite disciple of Qingyunmen, although she does not often walk in the land of Shenzhou, she has also had a rough understanding of the unique classics left by the ancestors of Qingyunmen - the power of bloodline, this kind of mysterious thing is not something that normal monks can have, and the only thing that can possess this forbidden power is the supreme and powerful ancient demon beasts and ...... Descendants of the Ancients!

It's a pity that these ancient races have disappeared long ago, and they have withered away as quickly as a flash in the pan, and what remains in the epic of the classics is only a scale and a half claw, the tip of the iceberg! Those yellowed ancient books record the glory and brilliance of these ethnic monks, which is the incomparable power of the real Eight Desolations, like a taboo that can arouse the envy of the heavens!

The forbidden ancient race—is this his secret, no wonder he keeps talking!

Lu Xueqi also felt as if some pressure had suddenly been relieved on her shoulders, and a trace of joy rose from the bottom of her heart to share the secret with him! She pursed her lips slightly, a silent smile appeared between her eyebrows, like the most delicate lily blooming in the night, she looked at Long Xuan, her eyes were as soft as lingering spring water and autumn waves, and said quietly: "Let's go!" Let's take a look! ”

With the words, she took a deep breath and resolutely walked in front of Long Xuan, the darkness dispersed from her like layers of mist, and the Tianya Divine Sword rose up like a dreamlike misty halo, reflecting the back of the girl in white seemed to be a little more quiet and lonely, but she did not hesitate at all!

The darkness over there is like an eternal silent netherworld, like a desolate tomb where the gods are buried, smiling coldly, and I don't know how many unknown dangers and how many demons and fierce spirits are hidden, longing for the watering of blood!

The road to heaven, or the road to Huangquan, she doesn't care about his identity or ethnicity, so she walks with him!

In the dark, he couldn't see her expression clearly, but he could feel her fervent heart - holding the hand of the son, I am not alone!

"What a silly girl!" Long Xuan stared at her back quietly, his eyes were a little confused, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, revealing a faint smile, and in the sound of "clang", the dragon slaying sword that had already been transformed was unsheathed, and the blood-colored halo of the curtain swept the heavens and the earth, sweeping the heavens and the earth, and the unparalleled sword momentum was swaying indulgently, as if he was longing for something!

In the next moment, his figure had disappeared in place, flying into the distance like a ghost floating in the darkness!

Looking at this altar up close, I can't help but give people an extremely depressed feeling, eight thick pillars rise to the sky, standing on the eight corners of the altar, each pillar is carved with blood-colored lines with lifelike mysterious totems, the pen walks the dragon and snake, into the wood for three points, the corners of the totem can be seen everywhere traces of the precipitation of the years, revealing a trace of desolation and mystery!

Long Xuan and Lu Xueqi walked side by side along the wide steps of the altar, climbed to the top of the altar, and took in the patterns painted on the main body of the altar - "This is?" Lu Xueqi's face changed, she gasped, and almost subconsciously looked at Long Xuan's arm, only to see that the pattern engraved on the altar was exactly the same as the dragon head totem on Long Xuan's arm, only one was bright purple and the other was blood red. If there's a difference, it's nothing more than the style of painting!

The dragon head totem on Long Xuan's body is thick and profound, as if compatible and continuous, faintly encompassing all things in heaven and earth; And the dragon head totem on the altar is extremely unrestrained, as if the master who carved this altar suffered great pain when he painted the totem!

Endless simplicity, endless slaughter, endless resentment, the winding pattern is actually the resentful state of mind of the mysterious master thousands of years ago undisguised, the eyes of the blood dragon looked up at the dome star, the dragon's mouth was slightly open as if roaring in the sky, the hideous fangs criss-crossed, vaguely with a trace of pride and ferocity in the world!

"How?" Lu Xueqi's face was like frost, the Tianya sword in his hand was shining, and he let out a clear sword groan, the divine sword had a spirit, as if he sensed the inexplicable danger, and then warned the master in this way. Long Xuan frowned, took a deep breath, and said softly, "I'll try it!" ”

After that, he slowly raised the dragon slaying sword, and in Lu Xueqi's surprised gaze, he actually directly cut the dragon head totem on his arm - "Roar!" "It was as if some savage creature was roaring low, and the blue blood spurted out, bit by bit, on the altar, and then, silently, melted in!

The eternal wind stopped, the surging torrent of thunder also stopped, everything calmed down, the desolate holy remains of the ancient thunder dragon seemed to wake up in unison, dragging the body of the white bone armor to stand up slowly, the head turned, and the deep eye holes looked at the altar and the two small figures!

"Krakala!" A dull roar roared in all directions, and the eight totem pillars lit up one after another, and the blazing and boiling thunder light rose to the sky, like the demon of destroying the world dancing wildly, and the endless heat flame fell like the sun, falling into the mortal dust, wantonly blooming with the most brilliant light and heat!

Long Xuan held the dragon sword, faintly blocking Lu Xueqi behind him, his face was neither happy nor sad, indifferent but cold—his blood was also boiling, and the rhythm of the totem pillar was surging endlessly in his veins, and the heat wave was blowing on his face, reflecting his more fanatical eyes—as if something connected to his blood was being bred out of nothingness!