After the sky darkened, Luo Yu Mountain was not silent because of the darkness. In the night wind, the ghost qi gradually rose from the abyss between the mountain stream and the mountain peaks, bringing a green color, under the pine and cypress vines in the mountain forest, and between the craggy and strange rocks, slowly drifting away.

The entire Luo Yu Mountain seems to be covered with a layer of green veil, losing the fairy spirit during the day, but adding a bit of horror under the night.

Countless dark red points of light appeared and disappeared in the mountain ghost fog. These points of light are the eyes of the nocturnal beast spirits that lurk in the mountains and forests.

At this time, when night came, their carnival time had arrived, and all the ghost blood on their bodies was boiling, and they all came out of the cave with the fishy wind and yin wind, looking for traces of food in the mountains and forests.

Most places on Luo Yu Mountain have become dangerous under the night sky.

Standing on the top of the mountain like a knife sawing off a thousand zhang of the cliff in the non-heavenly palace, it is silent. The night breeze blew through the halls and pavilions of the palace, blowing the bronze wind chimes in the mouth of the golden dragon and colorful phoenix on the corner of the cornice, and there was a crisp and pleasant sound under the night.

The palace is not as dangerous as the ancient trees in the mountains and forests, but it is heavily guarded. It's even better than a few years ago. Everywhere you can see between the hall and the attic, there are heavily armed Xudu soldiers shuttling back and forth, constantly patrolling back and forth.

And everywhere in the palace is five steps, one post, ten steps and one sentry. The garrison force arranged in it is no less than the Six Heavens Divine Ghost Palace on the main peak in the distance.

Ever since the prisoner who was held here committed suicide in prison many years ago, the security in the Non-Heavenly Palace had been so tight. Even the palace master Feitian felt very uncomfortable in the palace because of this. Although the prisoner of the ancient gods who had been secretly imprisoned here was dead and could not be saved, his primordial god remained, and at this moment he was suppressed in the place where he was imprisoned.

Fei Tian, who was no longer trusted by Emperor Xudu, had to come to the prison every night for a routine check to see if the weakened Yuan Shen had escaped from the prison.

Since then, this has also become a non-heavenly job. She has never been able to go down Luo Yu Mountain again, and her daily contact with the outside world is when she meets the ancient gods' primordial god prison.

Even to go to the Six Heavens Divine Ghost Palace, you need to be specially summoned by Emperor Xudu, otherwise you can't even take half a step out of the non-heavenly palace.

This kind of boring days have been going on for a long time, and although Feitian has gradually gotten used to it, he can't tell whether the Emperor Xudu has laid a heavy army here, but in the end it is to guard the Yuan Shen?

The night sky was full of stars, and Fei Tian was as routine as ever, riding the night breeze under the darkness and drifting forward, heading towards a secluded courtyard in the palace.

A few years have passed, but the scenery in the small courtyard is still the same, and there is no change.

This small courtyard has no delicate rockery, no gorgeous flowers and plants, and no exquisite lotus pond decoration, except for an inconspicuous house in the middle of the courtyard, only the mottled palace walls remain.

But it is such a small courtyard, which still seems to have been forgotten by the world for thousands of years, but it is three steps and one post, five steps and one sentry, and the guards are more strict than the place where the Emperor Xudu lives.

The only difference is that Fei Tian's expression is much more indifferent, and he has long since lost the interest he had when he visited this place a few years ago.

She drifted unhurriedly to the door of the inconspicuous house, and looked around as she stood in the doorway. Not far away is the splendor, and this place is only mottled and old, Fei Tian somehow feels a little lost.

But this loss only flashed in her heart, bringing the slightest ripple.

Soon, Feitian's state of mind was calm again, as calm as the deep water of an ancient well, without any waves.

Fei Tian stretched out his hand with green jade fingers, slowly pushed open the door in front of him, and slowly walked into the house with light steps. But the room was the same as it had been years before, empty except for a few heavily armed and preoccupied vigilant guards. In the middle, a piece of floor was missing, revealing a dim tunnel, which slowly descended into the isolated belly of the mountain.

Fei Tian walked to the dark passage without saying a word, and walked down the winding dark passage, stepping on the stone steps full of dust but with more footprints between the dust. With each step, echoes echoed in the tunnels, and the soles of her shoes would kick up a cloud of dust, leaving a new trail of clear footprints on the stone steps behind her.

I walked for about half an hour before I came to the bottom. At the end of the dark passage, there is a square stone chamber that is not big or small. From the entrance of the dark passage, there are no guards, so there is no light. In the stone chamber that does not see the light of day, it is enveloped in darkness forever.

In the darkness, the pungent musty stench and oppression intertwined, filling every corner of this stone room.

In the past few years, Fei Tian has walked back and forth this road many times, and he can no longer use the help of lighting, and he can easily come to the stone chamber and stand in front of the deepest cell.

Now in the cell, the prisoners who had been held were gone, and all that remained was a fist-sized blue light, flickering in the darkness, breaking through the darkness that had been around it.

It was the original god left behind after the death of the prisoner of the ancient gods.

The graceful Fei Tian stood in front of the prison door, stared at the light silently for a long time, and slowly asked: "In order to resist the Emperor Xudu, it is worth it to end up with yourself?"

In the darkness, Fei Tian's crisp and delicate, heart-wrenching voice brought a lot of echoes, and in the echo in the empty stone room, Fei Tian also frowned on the thin eyebrows on his black eyes like paint.

"It's worth it. In that light, an old and weak voice came out: "Just as I am still flickering when I break through this darkness now." The reign of Emperor Xudu is only darkness, boundless darkness, and this is not the world that the ancient gods wanted. ”。

Fei Tian didn't answer, but her fingers shook slightly, as if the voice in the light touched her. After a shake, his body trembled slightly.

Fei Tian, who had been silent in the dark for a long time, finally gradually lucked up the ghost qi in his body in the dark, shielding the Emperor Xudu from connecting with her at the same time, and said softly: "I'll give you a chance to let a wisp of mysterious power float out in the Yuan Shen." I know you have a wish, let this wisp of mystic power do it. But the outside is heavily guarded, and whether you can get together and go down the mountain smoothly depends on your creation. ”。

After getting along for a long time, Fei Tian also knows a lot about this suppressed Yuan Shen in prison. I wonder if the long-term house arrest made her disgusted with the world under the rule of Emperor Xudu? Or did the words of the light touch Feitian?

She made a decision to betray Emperor Xudu in an instant, and also decided to look at the beautiful future that the Yuan Shen said in the past and longed for.

When the words landed, Fei Tian had already lightly opened the talisman on the cell door.