After Han Lin finished speaking, his body shook and he walked quickly towards the other side of the bluestone bridge. When he reached the highest point on the bridge, the sound of flowing water reached his ears.

Han Lin was puzzled, and looked under the bridge in response, only to find that the river, which was supposed to be turbulent, was calm and gentle at the moment, like a small stream.

It's just that this small stream has countless tributaries, and from a distance, you don't know where it flows.

The river water is clear, you can see the bottom at a glance, and even the river sand and bluestone at the bottom of the river can be seen clearly, for a while, Han Lin was a little obsessed, and his mind was immersed in it.

Unconsciously, Han Lin felt that his body was extremely hot, as if it was roasted by fire, and he suddenly felt an impulse in his heart, wanting to jump into the cool river water and wash his whole body properly.

For Han Lin, such a shallow river is not worth mentioning, and there is no danger at all.

Thinking like this, Han Lin's eyes were confused, and his hands were already on the bridge pier, and suddenly, his eyebrows tingled!

"Damn it!"

Han Lin took a few steps backwards in a row, frightened, and kept panting in his mouth.

"Caught in the Illusion!"

His eyes had now regained clarity, and there was a rune looming in the center of his eyebrows, emitting a milky white halo that enveloped him and made him unaffected by the illusion.

At this time, listening to the sound of the river flowing water is completely different. Its galloping momentum, like thousands of horses together, surging endlessly, big waves sweeping sand.

Even a cultivator like Han Lin would surely die if he fell into such a turbulent river without being able to fly.

"In this secret realm, I need to be more careful. ”

Han Lin pointed at the center of his eyebrows, hid the rune, and thought to himself in his heart.

He looked up at the towering giant tree in the center of the secret realm, his eyes flashing slightly. The closer he got there, the throbbing in Han Lin's heart became more and more intense, as if there was some huge opportunity there......

"Let's go!"

Han Lin's figure flickered, his arrows were like flying, and he quickly ran towards the opposite bank.

About a quarter of an hour, Han Lin had already crossed the bluestone bridge and came to this bank, he looked back, and he didn't know when a thick fog had risen on the surface of the river. While hiding the bluestone bridge, it also obscured Han Lin's vision.

This mist is quite strange, not milky white, but a blackened yellow, with a decayed, old atmosphere, faintly making people feel uncomfortable and disgusting.

Han Lin retracted his gaze, he was not surprised, this breath was quite familiar to him, but he couldn't recall it for a while, so he simply didn't recall it.

After all, this place is a secret realm for immortals, and there should be some strange places.

There is a huge bluestone in Han Lin's left hand, about the thickness of two people, about a zhang high, it seems to polish the original round bluestone, grind one side flat, and write two big characters on it.

It's just that after countless years of baptism, the handwriting on it has been smoothed out, and Han Lin can only vaguely see the word "heart" when he looks carefully.

"Heart?"

Han Lin read silently, and after a little thought, probably the river behind him should be this name.

It's just that for some reason, when Han Lin looked at this bluestone, such a scene suddenly appeared in his eyes.

The back of a lonely old man, he was lifeless, lifeless, like a walking corpse, and the coarse linen clothes he wore were somewhat torn.

The old man always only had his back to face Han Lin, and he didn't show a straight face, but Han Lin had already recognized him, this person should be an old man who looked like Gu Qi.

The old man walked in the mountains, staggering and stumbling, as if he had lost his soul.

I don't know how long it took for people to gather here, and the presence of the old man became the whisper of the village woman to scare her children. Occasionally, when someone discovers his presence in the mountains, they will scream and leave.

Finally, one day, the sky thundered, the wind and clouds changed color, and a boulder fell from the sky and fell in front of the old man, who suddenly stopped looking for himself.

It was as if in this moment, the old man's soul returned to its place, and his eyes were bright, like the sun, shining brightly. He walked affectionately to the boulder, stroked it, and then smoothed the front of the boulder with a wave of his sleeve.

Then, he stretched out his index finger and made a stroke on the bluestone!

This stroke fell, like an iron hook on a silver hook, and in an instant, it seemed to cut the sky. The thunder still roared, but he couldn't hear it at all. In the darkness of the night, this stroke is like the only light, cutting through everything......

Call!

Han Lin's chest continued to rise and fall, and he gasped heavily, as if he had been greatly impacted, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he muttered,

"Is this where you came from? Is this where you came from?"

He gently stroked the handwriting on this piece of bluestone, feeling the traces left by this unknown number of years ago, and there was also a wisp of Dao Yun on it, as if all things were extinguished and all beings died......

Countless years ago, this stone came from outside the sky, and was obtained by the old man who looked like Gu Qi, and I don't know what was carved on it. At this time, I can only vaguely see the word "heart".

It's just that for some reason, Han Lin felt that all this was a bit of a coincidence, whether he was the only one who found this boulder, or whether all the people who wanted to enter the center of the secret realm saw this boulder.

If you are the only one who discovers this boulder, then the meaning will be great.

Han Lin was thinking about it, and suddenly his hand was empty, he looked up, but found that he didn't know when, this bluestone had disappeared, and there was no trace of its existence on the ground, as if this bluestone with the word "heart" written on it had never existed.

Han Lin frowned slightly, his expression was serious, several thoughts quickly flashed in his heart, and there were some vague guesses in his heart, but these guesses, as far as he was concerned, were just guesses, and they were not spoken.

This bluestone, no matter whether it exists or not, and no matter what kind of secret it contains, it has nothing to do with Han Lin, a Qi cultivator, after all.

No matter what Gu Qi in the Lingyue Sect had to do with the old man who was talking and laughing countless years ago, and what kind of plan Gu Qi had, it had nothing to do with Han Lin.

All Han Lin wanted now was to survive in this secret realm, and even survive in the hands of Qingsong, the old monster.

His life card is still in the old monster's hand, no matter how far away he is, as long as the old monster crushes the life card, he will definitely die.

Fortunately, the Taoist side said that he had a secret technique there, and although the conditions for it were harsh, it could separate a wisp of a person's soul and plant it on the rest of the items.

He can't cut the fate, but he can reconnect the fate and exchange it with other items. Like a straw man, or a wood carving.

Therefore, in this secret realm, Han Lin was also searching for those strange plants and flowers to use to perform this technique.

After a while, Han Lin's figure shook and left the place.

After leaving, the yellow mist slowly spread, and everywhere it went, the vegetation withered and died.

In the midst of it, there was a sudden sound of a sinister laugh like a silver bell......