The crimson desert in front of him made Yu Wenlie fall into despair, and his scarred body staggered forward, and it had been more than three months since he fell to the scorching sun, and the Huangquan Sword Demon was haunted by him like a ghost attached to the bones, and after the heavy pressure space was sealed in an instant, Yu Wenlie's attack could not cause any substantial damage to the Huangquan Sword Demon at all.

Under gravity, Yuwen Lie uses hundreds or even thousands of times more strength and energy than usual every time he swings his sword, and the power of the Huangquan Sword Demon's heart and demons will not disappear with the increase of gravity, but is constant In more than a dozen battles, Yu Wenlie gradually noticed that the Huangquan Sword Demon is rapidly adapting to the gravity here, and the gravity makes the power of the Huangquan Sword Demon's heart and demons continue to condense, just like the steel of a hundred refinements, although the total amount has not changed much, but the destructive power is getting stronger and stronger, Yuwen Lie is becoming more and more difficult to support the attack of the Huangquan Sword Demon, and the Huangquan Sword Demon has also discovered this situation, not like before every time he fights with Yuwen Lie until he retreats with all his strength, but like a cat playing with a mouse, the initiative in the battle is completely in his hands.

Yuwen Lie fell into a quagmire, the more he struggled, the deeper he sank, thinking that he had never been so wolf since he had followed Herder to learn the sword, he even had a kind of despair about kendo in his heart, and his sword heart was losing its due brilliance.

Yu Wenlie carried it and saw that his eyes were gradually losing their brilliance, and his spirit was on the verge of collapse after the desperate battle, when a huge city suddenly appeared in front of him! Yes, it was a crimson building complex, looming in the steaming heat.

Yu Wenlie was in high spirits for a while, there was a complex of buildings indicating that there were aborigines here, maybe it was a turning point, although it was also possible to encounter a desperate situation, but it was much better than wandering here on the border of death, Yu Wenlie walked quickly towards the complex.

Yu Wenlie walked for a day and a night, and finally approached the building complex, panting and looking at the red octagonal stone pillars, the stone pillars are about 100 meters high, although they are stone pillars, but if you look closely, they are strange sculptures, the sculptures are carved with masks, wearing grass skirts, and some savage and manic totems are painted on their bodies.

However, this carving is very naïve, the body is as slender as a bamboo pole, the huge head is almost exactly the same proportion as the body, and the arms are short, Yu Wenlie believes that even the three-year-old children's letter pen graffiti is much more delicate than this carving, but the expressions and facial movements of the characters on each stone pillar are different, but they seem to be carved according to a living person.

Yu Wenlie had no interest in this ancient and barbaric carving art, and walked towards the stone pillars with his sword, I don't know if it was the dazzle or the steaming heat that made his vision appear to be an illusion, Yu Wenlie suddenly found that the stone pillars were like coming to life, twisting their bodies and wearing savage masks, as if they were dancing in a circle frantically, and a crazy dance was dancing wildly, and Yu Wenlie even faintly appeared in his ears with a rough and rapid percussion.

Yu Wenlie's body was like a fire, his pent-up anger seemed to be ignited, and the whole person wanted to dance with the stone pillar, Yu Wenlie slapped his head a few times hard, sobered himself up, suppressed the irritable and somewhat boiling blood, and looked carefully when the stone pillar returned to its previous appearance, standing motionless in the red sand.

Yu Wenlie smiled self-deprecatingly, he seemed to have been beaten out of the shadow in his heart, raised his steps and continued to walk towards the stone pillar group, shuttling between the stone pillar groups, Yu Wenlie always felt that each stone pillar group here seemed to be watching him with hideous eyes, Yu Wenlie faintly noticed that something was wrong here, the feeling of burning in his body was not an illusion, but the blood battle burned unconsciously, and several times if it were not for Yu Wenlie's suppression, he almost lost control.

Yu Wenlie found that the complex was built on a raised sand dune, and the buildings seemed to be placed at random, but the position of each stone pillar seemed to be like in a banquet, and everyone should sit in that position.

Yu Wenlie, a half-hung carver, really can't explore what is mysterious here, there are a lot of stone pillars, one by one standing in the red sand, leaving deep traces of time over the years, it is a death-like silence, Yu Wenlie is not in the mood to count the stone pillars here, he wants to see what is on the top of this hill.

However, the blood frenzy is always ignited by anger and inexplicably out of control, every time it gets out of control, the stone pillar in Yu Wenlie's eyes will come to life, and in the intermittent out-of-control clips, he seems to have traveled through time and space to see the savage feast of a wild race, wild dances, irritable paces, and beast-like singing roars. This carnival feast is like a pack of wolves dancing around the moon, savage and crazy. There is only a naked fighting spirit, anger, and a thirst for blood.

Yu Wenlie's spirit is very poor, he didn't realize that since he walked in here, there was something constantly impacting his state of mind, Yu Wenlie seemed to have received an invitation to this carnival banquet, and was gradually entering this barbaric carnival feast!

Coming to the top of the mountain unconsciously, Yu Wenlie's footsteps suddenly stopped, and he was stunned to look at the statues and temples that suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was stunned for a while!

Yu Wenlie rubbed his eyes hard in disbelief, this time it was not an illusion, but it was real! In the middle of the stone pillar stood a giant female sculpture with a height of a thousand feet, a crown on her head, a royal robe, a circle of wind feather shoulder guards, and a strange necklace around her neck was sixteen fortunes! Holding a nine-stringed harp that seemed to be playing unwillingly, under the woman sat a strange beast with a human head and a horse half-kneeling. What surprised Yu Wenlie was that the face of the woman in this sculpture was seven points similar to Yuelu, and the strange beast under the seat was none other than Wukong!

However, there is a strange evil aura on this sculpture, which is a kind of imperial breath that integrates majesty and holds the power of life and death, but there is a kind of cold and inexplicable evil spirit, which is thousands of miles away from the innocence and kindness of the moon dew, but the temperament shown by this sculpture feels very familiar, but who can't think of it for a while, in short, this person himself must be very familiar.

Yu Wenlie glared at the empty sculpture and gritted his teeth, he must double the blood debt of the night spirit and the ritual, and he must double the recovery from this fierce beast.

At this time, Yu Wenlie's eyes moved to a simple temple behind the sculpture, the top of the temple was carved with various beast totems, the totem carving was childish, and the animal body was extremely incongruous with the same proportions as the statue, and this stone pillar seemed to be from the hand of a person.

Yu Wenlie glanced at this sculpture that was seventy percent similar to Yuelu again, he was sure that this woman must not be Yuelu, firstly, she could build such a big deal on the scorching sun, even if it was the source master, she was afraid that she would sigh with admiration, Yuelu was just a priest of a small world, there was no comparison at all, and secondly, the history of this place was far beyond the age of Yuelu.

Yu Wenlie found that the temple behind the sculpture was dead silent, but there was a flash of fire inside, and he couldn't help but have a touch of curiosity in his heart, stepping on the quaint steps, the steps have gone through a long time, and they have been full of cracks, and the materials of the building complex here are hard and abnormal, even the divine envoy is difficult to damage him lightly, and the cracks on the stone steps can be seen from the age of the construction of this hall.

The hall is much more empty than imagined, the hall is empty, only a table, a stone chair The most striking thing is the one-person high bronze tripod in the center of the hall, the bronze tripod is pressed by a red boulder about three meters high, the boulder looks like a small mountain, and the fire light is coming from the bronze tripod, and the energy in the bronze tripod is surging.

Yu Wenlie's eyes lit up, could it be that there was some elixir in it, and he took two steps forward. Yu Wenlie's gaze stopped on the table, there were two items on it, one was a simple scroll, and there was a cyan stone box, the stone box had been opened, and it was empty, according to the size of the stone box, it seemed that a book had been placed before.

Yu Wenlie's eyes lit up, and he took two steps forward and grabbed the quaint scroll on the shore of the book, and only wrote three words on it: "Liaotian Decision" is another witch decision after "Dizang Decision", "Obscure Yin Decision", and "Shengming Decision".