The desolate world, the sky is round, the four seas are surrounded, the four poles of the heaven and the earth, and the sun and the moon are out of it.

Beyond the southeast sea, in the depths of the sea, there is the Tang Valley, the land of the rising sun, and the emperor has a palace here.

A lonely boat swayed and drifted on the sea, but Qingxuan and they came to the north of this Tang Valley at this time, in this vast sea area, there is an isolated island here, and it is also the place closest to the Tang Valley.

Qinglian's eyes were looking at the place where the southern Tang Valley was located, but Qingxuan lowered his head and looked under the water.

Not far ahead, there was a piece of land, and from the eyes of Qing Xuan, this was an isolated island.

But with the cognition of ordinary beings, it can be called a continent.

After all, it is called an island, but its size and area are not small.

Even if it can't compare to any of the main islands of the Three Immortals Island, it's not much worse.

It's just that this place is not a blessed land, and there is no such creation and cultivation as the Three Immortals Island.

Before he set foot on land, Qing Xuan sensed the breath of many creatures on it, and was slightly surprised.

But now he is more curious about the surface of the water, this piece of offshore sea, is full of strong resentment, condensation, and even has a tendency to intensify.

There are also countless bones of living beings that have been sunk in the sea, obviously just the bones of ordinary creatures, but they have not rotted for thousands of years.

The deep resentment came from these bones, and there was a crab with a radius of ten thousand feet entrenched in it, entangled in endless resentment.

In addition, Qing Xuan also noticed that these corpse bones resembled human bodies, but they all appeared slender and petite, and in terms of human bodies, they should be women's corpses, and they were not very old.

The bones of nearly 100,000 people are all like this.

The exact number is 99,990 bones.

Qing Xuan's eyes were full of rhyme, and he frowned.

But he saw the heavenly opportunity at a glance and knew everything here.

Glancing at the southern land, and then looking back at the continent in front of him, Qing Xuan shook his head.

Ten thousand years, for people like them, it is just a snap of a finger.

But for ordinary beings, the suffering of ten thousand years is the nearly 100,000 bones buried under the seabed, and the condensation of endless resentment.

"I can't imagine that this is the country of the rain master concubine, the ten-day sacrifice of ten thousand years, and the ten golden crows ......"

This place has something to do with Di Jun's son, the Ten Golden Crows, and he knows about the birth of the Golden Crow, but it has not caused any sensation in the flood famine.

In Qing Xuan's memory, the ten golden crows were robbed, and many of the theories involved the introduction and quasi-mention of the West.

Under the conspiracy and calculation of these two saints, the Ten Golden Crows committed heinous murders, and finally died nine lives.

It's just that in the current flood and famine, there is indeed a lot of suspicion between the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court and the West, and the Heavenly Court wants to bring the West under its control, but the Western Sect firmly controls the West, and the vast majority of living beings in the entire West are believers in the Western Sect.

But there is a conflict between the two sides in this regard, there is a conflict, Di Jun is not a fool, he will not provoke the two saints, the contradiction between the two sides has never broken out, and it can be regarded as non-existent, unless Di Jun lard is blinded and his brain is muddy.

In other words, as long as Di Jun is not stupid, the two sages of the West have no reason to calculate him, and they can't act like this.

Seeing this today, it is deserving of this calamity.

Looking north, ten days across the sky, is in the rain master concubine frolicking and chasing in the sky, and now it is coming to the south, it should be back to Tanggu.

Ten golden crows cried in the sky, swept through the sky, Qing Xuan glanced at it, and then withdrew his gaze.

Qinglian looked at the ten golden crows and said, "Their origin is somewhat similar to Long Ji. ”

Qing Xuan nodded: "The origin is very strong, only in terms of the origin, it is not weaker than the innate divine, after all, it is conceived by the innate divine of the two great avenues, and it is not like Long Ji, who is born with two origins in conflict." ”

Because half of the origin of the dragon queen does not come from the innate sacred.

"It's just that the origin is strong and powerful, and compared to the innate sacred, there is a gap in the Dao nature, and they can't be born like the innate sacred. Emperor Jun and Xihe don't seem to realize this, and the environment of the demon clan ......"

Qing Xuan looked ahead, there, countless creatures were coming towards the coast, they were the creatures of the rain master concubine country, called the country, but in fact, they were also a clan.

The body shape of the Yushi people is similar to the innate Dao body, and the appearance is similar to that of the human race, but the skin is dark, after all, it is close to the sunrise in Tanggu.

The ears are equipped with two snakes for the pendant, one white and one red, which is quite similar to the witch clan, and likes to use snakes as decorations.

This clan was born with the ability to control water, so it is named after the rain master.

But since 10,000 years ago, they have lost this ability, and the Golden Crow Sun has become their totem.

Their all-black skin, also has something to do with it.

In fact, this island is thin and full of deserts, located in the middle of the sea, but it is trapped by drought.

It is not easy to be roasted for ten days once a year, and there is still life left.

Their greatest misfortune is that the land adjacent to the Tang Valley is used as a playground by ten golden crows.

Education is not in place, coupled with the deep influence of the demon environment, these ten golden crows are a little violent in temperament, and they take it for granted.

This is the case with the establishment of order within the demon clan, both of which are demon clans, and the strong clan can also do whatever they want to the weak clan.

This concept has affected the ten golden crows, and the ancient kingdom of the rain master near the land of Tanggu is the first to suffer.

I saw that the people of the rain division country came to the shore with the corpses of ten young girls, and the ten girls of the rain division country were dried in the sun, and they became completely dried corpses, and they were even carbonized and charred black.

The so-called decameron festival is a 10-day sacrifice of 10 young girls on this day every year.

The living was scorched by the true fire of the sun of the ten golden crows, drying all the water in the body, as for the vitality, it did not exist, the soul was scattered, only the endless resentment brought by the pain of torture at the time of death did not disperse.

Pure, deep resentment.

As the people of the Yushi Kingdom approached the shore, the originally calm sea surface was surging with waves, as if it was roaring angrily, and the entire sea area was shaken.

But all the people of the Rain Division stood on the shore, without saying a word, silently facing the turbulent sea, silently bearing everything, as if this anger had made them feel a little at ease.

Ten more bodies were thrown into the sea, swallowed up by the sea, and sunk to the seabed.

So far, no more, no less, just 100,000 corpses.

No, there are 99,999 corpses, and one of them still has a ray of life lingering.

It is surprising that it can still be like this under the ten days of scorching.

Although that ray of vitality is also in a state of dissipation.

And at this moment, the endless resentment that gathered here, as if it had found an outlet, frantically poured towards the only ray of vitality, drowning it.

A series of strange figures condensed, and a wail sounded, and here it was like a ghost.