Ruan Ruan saw that Rong Hui was so determined, and he was smart and didn't answer.

Rong Hui's memory of Yun and Caidanhou is very vague.

She remembered that when the doppelganger opened his eyes, Yun He held the golden pill with trembling hands, his eyes were red, and his eyes were crazy obsession.

Therefore, Rong Hui concluded that it was Yun and Chai Dan.

It doesn't matter if he dissects Dan with his own hands, or conspires with others, and lets others replace him.

What matters is Yunhe's betrayal.

As her most beloved disciple, Rong Hui expelled her from the school after being seriously injured, which was her maximum tolerance.

Ruan Ruan thought about it and decided to tell Rong Hui something, "Does the fifth elder know that Yun He disappeared in the place of bones a few days ago. ”

Rong Hui said: "I don't know. ”

But she could guess why Yunhe had come to the place where the bones were buried.

After hundreds of years of getting along day and night, Rong Hui knows his character too well.

Yun He was once regarded as a disciple of the inheritor of the Ethereal Illusion Mansion by her, and he was stubborn and persistent, and he was dedicated to the Tao.

Yun He must have learned of the content of the edict issued by the Qingyun Sect, and wanted to bring things out of the ruins to compensate himself.

Rong Hui said with a heavy heart: "Let him go." ”

Yunhe has been abandoned by her.

It's enough to have Li Yanhui.

The dense fog in the ruins became thicker and thicker, Rong Hui revoked the enchantment, she squinted her eyes and looked around, the wooden sword was held in her palm, and she said vigilantly: "Ruan Ruan, you have been here for three days, have you ever seen such a thick fog?"

The thick fog reminded Rong Hui of the blood mist in Qiongzhou, and she had a bad premonition in her heart.

Traces of mist danced on Rong Hui's sensitive nerves, and fragments of her disgust kept flashing.

"Every day, there are irregular times of occurrence. Ruan Ruan summoned the Natal Immortal Sword, "Looking inside from beyond the dense fog, you will see many memories of the past, tall steel mechas, and people with wings. But when I walked into the fog, I realized that there was nothing, as if all I saw was a hallucination. ”

That's the weirdest part of the Bones Ruins.

The tragic battle shouted in Rong Hui's ears, and the cold soldiers slashed across her cheeks without leaving a trace, and the warm hot water that exploded on her face was like blood spurting out of the human body.

Bloody struggle, tragic fighting, pictures filled Rong Hui's mind.

However, Rong Hui couldn't see or hear anything, but he could perceive it, as if he was in the battlefield of the Jin Ge Iron Horse, the murderous aura and the smell of blood were so strong that he was suffocating, and the air was full of the smell of blood.

"The eyes of the dead are closed. Rong Hui proposed an alternative way of thinking, "If you close your eyes, you may be able to see." ”

Rong Hui held the wooden sword in his hand and closed his eyes.

Ruan Ruan hesitated for a moment, then closed her eyes, she still couldn't see.

Rong Hui closed his eyes, and the world in front of him was turned upside down.

She saw the spear thrown at her, and with her backhand, she heard a clanging sound in her ears.

The place where the bones were buried was stained red with blood.

A harsh red meanders and flows.

The criss-crossing ravines were like bursting veins in the earth, spurting out shocking blood, and the sky turned red.

Rong Hui didn't really see it.

Suddenly, there was a hot temperature in her chest.

Rong Hui quickly took out the heat source.

It was the fragment of the Feather Man Mirror that she found in the Secret Realm of Fengcheng.

The shards glowed with a scorching white light.

The white light couldn't reach to prevent it from flying away, Rong Hui's mind moved, and he chased after it with a wooden sword.

The place where Ronghui settles is sometimes soft, sometimes hard.

Without looking, Rong Hui knew that there were millions of corpses under his feet.

The white light flew to Duan Cheng's crutches before stopping.

The moment Rong Hui's fingertips touched the crutches, she didn't have time to think, and the whole person was dragged into the bottomless abyss under the crutches by a powerful attraction.

At the same time, a piercing scream rang out above her head.

Rong Hui's eyes were still closed.

The rate of descent is fast.

Rong Hui's clothes flew up, her back was hot due to friction, and the hot pain was still within the range of patience.

The air was filled with the smell of burning, burning hair.

Rong Hui pulled her hair down to her chest, and the green silk flew out gently, wrapping around her fingertips.

Rong Hui judged his descent speed by the sound of the "whirring" wind.

Everything was fine, except for the annoying squeaky squeaky squeaky overhead.

I don't know how long it took, Rong Hui couldn't hear the frightened screams, only the sound of the fierce wind was left in her ears, and there was light in front of her eyes.

A moment later, the sun shone into Rong Hui's eyes, and she hurriedly blocked it, and she didn't let go until she got used to it.

What fell into Rong Hui's eyes were a pair of hungry eyes.

The child in front of him was thinned into a humanoid skeleton.

"Messenger of God, welcome to you. ”

The old man's voice came into Rong Hui's ears.

It was a kind old man who spoke.

She was about fifty or sixty years old, with a full head of hair, especially deep wrinkles at the corners of her mouth.

The old man's thin body seemed to be unable to support the weight of her clothes, her body was as stiff as a bent tree, and the brown crutch in her hand held up the whole world.

But those baby-like eyes immediately caught Rong Hui's gaze, which carried pure faith and wisdom.

"Old man. Rong Hui spoke slowly, "Here it is"

"God's angel, this is the land of Baiyue created by the Father's own hands. The old man humbly said in a patched but neat and tidy garment, "I am your most loyal devotee, Atunma, and I dare to ask the name of the divine envoy." ”

Rong Hui nodded, "Rong Hui." ”

"Lord Ronghui. Adema looked at the oracle who was very difficult to get along with, and cautiously asked, "Are you here to save your believers, can you give us food and save your suffering believers?" ”

Adema knelt tremblingly, as did the hundreds of hungry children behind her.

Thin neck and big head, thin limbs, face and sores from flies.

The stomach swelled due to the accumulation of water, and the famine left traces of suffering on the children of the land of Baiyue every year.

Rong Hui looked at these skinny and deformed children distressedly, but he didn't take out the things in Qiankun's bag and give them to anyone.

"Sorry, I didn't bring food. ”

Rong Hui said bluntly.

Seeing that Rong Hui had no food, Adoma's bright eyes were lost.

Instead of being angry that Rong Hui had not brought food, Adoma respectfully asked Rong Hui to leave the temple where she was praying.

After Rong Hui left, the cheers of children came from inside the temple.

Children who grew up under hunger, war, and epidemics don't know etiquette, and they don't care about etiquette, they only care about whether they can eat enough.

The children who eat grass, tree roots, and Guanyin soil all year round are delicious and delicious in their eyes.

Adoma walked very slowly, she humbly introduced the current situation of the land of Baiyue to Rong Hui, and lamented the disasters of this land abandoned and cursed by the gods, but she did not complain, but was full of fighting spirit, just like an old hen who opened her wings to protect her chicks in the face of danger, with light in her eyes and high morale, as if she had already won the battle.

In fact, Adema did win on the other hand.

This victory put her and the land of Baiyue in danger of ruin.

In a desperate situation, Atuma prayed to the heavens for God to have mercy on his people.