She was clearly stubborn in wanting to record all this with her eyes, but instinctively wished that this was a place where only she could find out.

Because what the brocade-clothed girl has been worrying about is not that this thing has never appeared in front of everyone's eyes, or whether there is some conspiracy and trickery for it to suddenly come to the foot of the mountain of Shifang Gate.

She was even more worried that someone else would know or recognize the text!

The inheritance of 10,000 years ago fell in front of her, does she want it or not?

Coincidentally, she is Zhang Yunsheng.

She is the leader of a new generation of the way of the world. She has eaten this 10,000-year-old inheritance, and she is the only one who has this appetite to eat.

She didn't allow it, and someone came to share it with her later.

After the struggle of her own thoughts, Zhang Yunsheng made a decision at a certain moment, as if she was guarding the clouds and seeing the moon in her pupils.

Fingertips pinch, turn the wrist in an instant, each clip four symbols, two hands a total of eight symbols, at the same time up four, down four, located in eight directions.

"East, West, North and South. Wood, gold, fire and water, each with its own bias, the earth is among them! ”

"To remove the mark of this place today is like to remove the locks of the past. Sentient beings from all directions come to all directions, and leave with their own way to all directions! ”

"All directions are shattered! Yes!!! ”

As soon as the words fell, the eight yellow talismans in the hands of the brocade-clothed nun flew towards the earthen walls in the eight directions of southeast, northwest, southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest at the same time.

When the yellow talisman and the white maggot on the earth wall met at a certain moment, a powerful spiritual power suddenly appeared, and in the form of some explosion, the entire cellar was blown apart from one point to the entire earth wall.

The mottled words on the earthen wall disappeared in the process of shattering, and gradually turned into ordinary clods of earth, and as Zhang Yunsheng fell, her body was full of powder until .......

Be born.

Zhang Yunsheng sensed the darkness in the light, it was the darkness of the Demon Domain.

She didn't know where the end of the cellar was, but she was ready to see the depth and darkness in the white light.

"Bang-"

The brocade girl fell to the ground under the impact, and she rolled a few times nimbly and skillfully to alleviate the damage caused by the collision with the land.

Sharp tiles protruding from the ruins clattered her shoulders, sinking into her shoulders as she fell.

Blood slowly flowed out at this moment.

Zhang Yunsheng brushed it with his hand to disperse the dust around him. All the scenes around her came into her eyes at this time.

"This is ......"

She always felt that she had heard from her elders that a place was now in ruins.

The name was frozen in a sea of her knowledge, and she had to frown and think carefully.

Zhang Yunsheng pulled the sharp tile off her shoulder with her backhand, allowing the warm blood to wet her shirt from above her chest.

The indifferent woman didn't even look at her wounds. This brocade robe is a good magic weapon, and it can easily break this magic weapon, and this tile is naturally not ordinary.

She held the angular fragment in front of her eyes, and at this moment, the blood stains on the brocade robe gradually faded, and the two breaths until they disappeared.

The tendency to bleed decreases, but it does not stop.

The red water repeatedly stained the shoulders, and the brocade clothes faded the blood again and again.

"It's ......"

"Mountain Heart Tile?"

"How can there be a fragment of a mountain tile in this place, wasn't this thing forbidden to be refined by the powerhouses of the Cultivation Realm a long time ago?"

The tile in the heart of the mountain is made into a tile made of the stone in the heart of the mountain to make the top of the immortal residence.

A mountain has no heart, the mountain collapses, the trees are withered, the water is extinct, the plants and trees are withered, all things are not born, take a dead word.

The monk used the heart of the mountain to refine magic weapons, which had been forbidden for a long time ago. Once you sit on the immortal mountain that is rich in spiritual veins and contains spiritual energy, without the heart of the mountain, this mountain will soon turn into a dead mountain.

Immediately afterwards, the spirit beasts in the mountains and forests are facing the catastrophe of annihilation, and the monks are not fools, picking up the leak of the dead mountain once is full of harvest.

There are more dead mountains, the concentration of spiritual energy decreases, their own cultivation stagnates, and their path to immortality will also be interrupted.

Death followed.

And the heart of the mountain was used by the monks of that era to make immortal dwellings, and the heart of the mountain could improve the efficiency of cultivation.

Zhang Yunsheng carefully looked at the remnants of the tiles in her hand, and lit a lantern in the other hand, when everything around her was illuminated, she completely saw the ruins around her.

The mountains are full of broken hearts.

At this moment, her heart stopped suddenly, and she seemed to hear the wails of green mountains that were gradually losing their vitality.

Dead branches and fallen leaves covered the rotten land, the flesh and blood of spirit beasts were crushed in the mud, the spring water dried up, the spiritual power dissipated, and the place of death and silence.

It was as if she had witnessed the death of thousands of living beings.

"How so...... How can there be so many mountain tiles here??? ”

"Where the hell is this?"

The brocade-clothed nun's fingertips trembled slightly, as if she had seen in the broken tiles the monks fighting for their own path to immortality, and on the road of immortality, she thought she had found a shortcut, leading thousands of people to go together, and finally died here.

Zhang Yunsheng's lips moved, and she found that she couldn't speak at the moment.

Although she understood the reason, how could she believe that many monks would die because of the mountain tile???

The heart of the mountain is made of tiles, the immortal mountain is destroyed, and the monks can find another place?! Why did you die because of this???

She couldn't figure it out!

An atmosphere of loneliness and sadness pervaded her. It's been tens of millions of years, and she is a descendant, and she doesn't understand.

Where did the immortals at that time leave a single word?

This brocade-clothed nun didn't know that at this moment, there were a lot of divine senses floating around her.

The Demon Realm is a temporary resting place for the souls of the deceased.

After a full stick of incense, Zhang Yunsheng came back to her senses in a trance, and she repeated in a low voice: "Demon Domain...... Demon ...... This is the Demon Domain! ”

"This is the Demon Domain...... It's the Demon Domain!! Ruin!!! Monk's grave!! ”

The brocade-clothed nun finally remembered what the family elder had said casually.

They called the Demon Realm "the tomb of the monks." ”

This is a secret that only a few families with sufficient behemoths know about. In the Demon Domain, many monks have died, and this is where the monks once lived.

Only monks! There are no people!

It's the real cultivation realm!

These clan elders did not find in any of the classics the reason why the souls of many monks died here 10,000 years ago.

Zhang Yunsheng clenched the tiles in his hand, and his face had regained calm from the previous shock.

"Here...... It's the Demon Domain. ”

She reached out and pinched the trick, making a gesture that attracted spiritual power. There was no change in the tips of the fingers, and there was no feeling of spiritual energy in the body.

"Forbidden Soul Land......" The words fell, and she denied herself again.

"Not the Forbidden Place! I can use spiritual power, but there is no spiritual energy here. ”

Zhang Yunsheng put the mountain tile in his palm back into the storage bag, straightened out the dust, and calmly walked in the direction where the wind came.

(End of chapter)