At the moment when the Gate of the Vortex reappeared on the sea, the Dongfang Brothers, who had already been ready, quickly rushed in, and the big ship seemed to have fallen into the endless abyss, and after passing through the dark and deep exotic tunnel, it landed heavily on the solid land with a loud bang, shaking up a cloud of dust.

"Oh my god, my heart is about to shake out!" Dongfang Wen covered his chest with his hands and gasped for a few breaths, but he couldn't calm the palpitations in his heart, and said: "Wasn't it sunrise just now? How did it become dusk? Can anyone tell me what the hell this place is?"

"I also want to know...... Dong Wenwu seemed to be shattered into a skeleton, and climbed on the steering wheel weakly, and said: "Lao Tzu has driven a ship all his life, or is it the first time to drive a ship to land, is this the end of the sea?"

"Don't look at me, I don't know. ”

Bai Muxue looked at the surrounding environment and responded to the old saying: The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk.

Ahead is a strange mangrove forest, with yellow leaves drifting in the bleak wind, covering the ground with autumn colors, which is so poignant that it makes people panic. Looking through the gap in the woods, on the other side of the mangrove forest is a cemetery, in which tall tombstones are erected;

Those souls, as if they have been sinking in this heaven and earth for thousands of years, have refused to disperse for some reason.

What made Bai Muxue's heart palpitate was that when she retracted her gaze, she suddenly found that Chu Yunchuan was gone, and she shouted anxiously: "Master Pighead, where are you......?"

Behind the boat, there were a few light coughs.

Bai Muxue looked for a sound and turned around, only to see Chu Yunchuan covering his chest with his hands and kneeling on the ground on one knee. At this moment, his sickly cheeks were extremely pale and painful, and it seemed that he could not even stand up.

"Master Pighead, what's wrong with you?!" Bai Muxue quickly ran over to help him up, she seemed to be able to empathize with the pain, and her eyes flashed with tears. She stared at Chu Yunchuan's eyes and asked tremblingly, "Master Pig's Head, are you talking, are the six intestines also wooden?"

"Don't worry, it's not a woody ......" Chu Yunchuan thought for a while, and then said confusedly: "I don't know why, after entering this world, my fate suddenly fell asleep...... Now he is unable to operate the Origin Qi, and he is unable to alleviate the paralyzing feeling caused by the woodenization of the five internal organs. ”

"Huh?!Fate is silent, isn't that an ordinary person?"

Chu Yunchuan was silent.

These three words were so cruel to him, but he had to admit this fact.

"Sit down, and I'll see if I can wake up your destiny. Bai Muxue tried to cast a spell, but the jade palm was raised, and her face suddenly became as pale as dead ashes. She tragically found that she also did not jump out of the sanction of fate, and her fate was silent, and she no longer had any mana.

Seeing her desperate expression, Chu Yunchuan had already understood the result.

"Don't panic, maybe it's just temporary. ”

"Well, Master Pighead, why did we become like this?"

"I can't be sure at the moment......" Chu Yunchuan looked around carefully, didn't find anything abnormal, and asked Brother Dongfang: "Do you feel anything wrong with your body?"

"Nope. "Oriental martial arts.

"It's normal. Dongfang Wen deliberately punched a few times and said, "It's still full of strength as always." ”

"......!" Chu Yunchuan thought for a while and said hesitantly: "I thought it was poisoning, but now it seems that it doesn't look like ...... In this strange world, there may be some kind of forbidden power, which is specifically aimed at the fate of the cultivators. ”

"Ah?!Then what should we do now?" Bai Muxue asked at a loss.

At this moment, Bai Muxue is not the only one who is dead, for the Dongfang brothers, this is also a cruel blow. Along the way, every step is frightening, and he is always in a tug-of-war with the god of death, and it is all up to Chu Yunchuan to stand alone! Now that Chu Yunchuan's fate has been sealed and he has been reduced to an ordinary man, how can he continue to move forward without the slightest guarantee?

Everyone focused their helpless gaze on Chu Yunchuan alone.

However, Chu Yunchuan could only shake his head and sigh.

"Coming to this unknown world, we can only continue to move forward, and there is no turning back. Chu Yunchuan stiffened his somewhat numb body, took the first step, and said calmly: "If you come, you will be safe, and I believe that there is no endless way to heaven." ”

The four of them walked through the mangrove forest to the cemetery.

This cemetery is a round altar, with more than a dozen layers of tombstones inside and out, in the shape of a ladder, and the higher the step is the further you go to the center. The tombstone sitting in the center is the most majestic, it is carved from white marble, nine feet high, five feet wide, alluding to the metaphor of the ninety-five honor, but there is no text on the tablet, only a majestic Buddha palm print. For thousands of years, the edges and corners of the tombstone have already been branded with traces of wind and frost corrosion, but the unusual Buddha palm print is dusty, and there is a faint dark surge of ghostly light.

Bai Muxue said suspiciously: "Actually respected by the Buddha's palm, could it be that the owner of this tomb is related to Buddhism?"

Chu Yunchuan analyzed: "It's hard to say, Buddhism disappeared in ancient times, it has been 10,000 years ago, if the owner of this tomb really has something to do with Buddhism, the history of this mysterious cemetery is really long enough." ”

Looking around, compared with the mausoleum of the Ninety-Five Emperor in the center, the surrounding mausoleums are obviously escorts.

The colours of the tombstones vary from white to black, and the smaller and more dilapidated they become, the further they go, and some of them have even collapsed. Chu Yunchuan walked around, inspected the names on the tombstone one by one, and found that all of them were unheard of characters.

The wind rose again, the cold was bone-chilling, and the leaves were dancing one after another.

It seems that no one has taken care of this cemetery for a long time, and there is a withered atmosphere everywhere. Listening to the falling wood Xiaoxiao, it is as if a lonely soul is groaning in the sunset, and the desolate breath to the bones is particularly incommensurate with the tall tombstone of the Ninety-Five.

"The Ninety-Five Honorable of a generation is so desolate after death. ”

Chu Yunchuan looked back at the white jade tombstone in the center and couldn't help but sigh.

Suddenly, an old voice sounded not far behind him: "Only ignorant people will have mercy on the Giant Emperor whose hands are covered with blood, as an alien race, you should be cautious before you know the truth, it will be good for you." ”

The moment he turned around, Chu Yunchuan was secretly taken aback.

It turned out to be an old woman, walking towards this side with a pestle and crane staff in her hand. Although her appearance was extremely thin, judging from her steady steps, the exquisitely crafted jade crane staff in her hand was obviously just an ornament, dispensable. She was dressed modestly, with a pair of black wings on her back, and the dull wing membranes were as mottled as the wrinkles on her face, imprinted with the vicissitudes of time.

Phantom Elf!

Thinking of these four words, Chu Yunchuan felt a little incredible.

The legendary ghostly elves dwell deep in the dark abyss of the sea, the dark lord who never sees the light of day. Is it 10,000 years, or 100,000 years, or millions of years...... I don't know how long ago, according to legend, in order to get rid of the darkness, the king of Youming did not hesitate to risk being destroyed, and took his people to the place where the sun rose.

And the legend has really become a legend, and no one in the Red Dust World knows the final outcome of the elf race.

In response to an old saying: if you have the intention to plant flowers and flowers, you will not bloom, and you will have no intention of planting willows and willows. Chu Yunchuan almost couldn't believe that what was standing in front of him now was actually a ghostly elf, and moreover, it was an old woman who didn't look very friendly.

Just as Chu Yunchuan was stunned, the Ghost Elf walked up to him.

Her pair of dark blue pupils were very deep, and there was an indescribable insight in her eyes, and before Chu Yunchuan could react, she had already revealed the confidence to see through everything. She opened her arms and put on a welcome ceremony that she would not refuse, and said with a strange smile: "Guests from the red dust, on behalf of our great and wise King of the Shadows, I welcome you to the Isle of Elysium. ”