There are many realms inside and outside this heaven and earth, but few people know where the entrance is, let alone how to enter it.

There is such a place.

The body is indestructible and invisible, and the soul is immortal and cannot enter.

The darkness swirled slowly, twisting into a deep whirlpool.

Gradually, the vortex rotated faster and faster, and the black lightning within it roared.

Suddenly, a pair of hands stretched out from it, grabbed the edge of the whirlpool, and seemed to toss with great difficulty for a long time, and his arm was shattered by black lightning countless times, and finally left the range of destruction, and then broke free from the power of sucking.

As soon as Qing Han's body fell to the ground, he suddenly felt that his body was so soft, and his cheeks seemed to be crossed by feathers.

The dark vortex behind him was spinning fast to the extreme, trying to suck back this person who did not belong to this realm again.

Qing Han's eyes were gloomy, and he immediately punched hard, striking an illusory qi dragon, shattering the dark vortex.

Avoiding the shattered shards, Qing Han wiped the foreign objects on his face.

Instead of wiping it clean, it made it sticky.

He twisted the foreign object with his fingers, and it looked like dust in the dim light.

The smell of burning embers came from the firewood.

Qing Han frowned slightly, looking at the sky and the earth.

There are no stars and moons above, and no candles below.

The red flakes swirled from the sky and fell to the ground, and a soft red carpet was laid on the narrow road.

This place is extraordinary, there is no light source, but everything is shrouded in this red light.

"When I came last time, it wasn't ......like this," Qing Han looked at his palm and muttered to himself, "Something has happened." ”

There was nothing but dirt in the hands.

After several times of running the turbidity source in the body, he never could not conjure up the sword shape.

This realm is already dark, let alone under the embers.

There seems to be no end in sight to the road.

Qing Han took a step in silence, leaving a light red mark along the way.

Look from the sky to the earth.

The footprints are connected and the only ones that exist.

The breeze grew stronger, the ashes fell more, and the traces were quickly obscured.

Only red and gray remained, as if no one had stepped into it for 10,000 years.

Qing Han didn't know how long it had been since he felt the cold, even the violent storm and snow didn't make him shiver, but he didn't expect that this wind could pierce the soul, so that all the power was sluggish.

He took out a black cloak and draped it over his body, and walked silently as he calculated the time, roughly estimating the limits of his patience.

If it really doesn't work, Qing Han is not ready to resist stupidly, and the big deal is to find other ways that he has time to complete it.

About three days and two nights passed.

Qing Han was covered in ashes, and his body temperature had dropped to a certain level, but his steps were still unhurried.

Until a large river appeared very abruptly.

Qing Han's feet were stunned, and his complexion changed slightly.

The ashes melt when they enter the water, and the red mangs penetrate the surface of the water.

The river is still clear and transparent, and the still water has no waves or traces.

"Come here......"

There was a call from afar.

Soft and long, it should be a female voice.

Qing Han thought that he would walk for ninety-nine days, but he didn't expect such a situation to occur, and he was stunned by this call for a while.

"Come here......"

Before he could come back to his senses, the call came again.

Qing Han didn't have the idea of walking over, but he turned around.

There is a small ferry boat on the shore.

The woman in red sat on the bow of the boat, her feet gently stirring the blue water, and the hanging green waterfall was disturbed by the river breeze.

She pinned the chaotic green in a circle behind her ears, sometimes raising her head lightly as if she was looking forward to it, sometimes hanging down the rain curtain and smiling lightly.

Qing Han has seen a lot of women in his life, among which there are many envious beauties, their beauty is ashamed of the moon, which makes a domain fall for it, and even become a legend, but he will never stop because of this.

Although the woman in red was slightly less glamorous than her, it made Qing Han extremely upset and upset.

I can't tell what the reason is, maybe there was a mistake in the transmission, maybe there was a slight deviation in the expectation, which made him feel very bad.

Qing Han untied his cloak and shook off the ashes on it.

I couldn't bear this strange irritability, and I wanted to get up and get off the boat and leave here.

At this moment, the hull of the ship moved.

The steps taken were retracted.

"Are you calling me?", Qing Han held the river water in both hands, twitched his nose and sniffed.

The river water in the palm of your hand is tasteless and colorless.

"I didn't call you, didn't you come by yourself?" the woman in red tilted her head and said in a strange tone, "You're the first person to come here during this long time. ”

Qing Han's eyes flashed and asked, "How long has it been?"

"It's been a long time since a person was there...... 1,000 years?", the woman in red pondered, the longer she thought about it, the more depressed she became, and finally became sad, "I've been waiting for someone here, I thought I could see him in a thousand years, but I didn't expect that not only did I not wait for him, but I couldn't even see my mother-in-law......"

The clear water of the river gradually became muddy, and the still water surface gradually formed folds.

"How long will he live?", the woman in red said to herself in frustration, "How long do you want me to wait for him......

The water is dark yellow and the waves are rough.

Qing Hanben locked his eyebrows and thought, and suddenly his brows relaxed.

The speed of the ship was so fast that the vision was a little blurry.

Looking at the woman in red again, she barely moved.

Thump!

Countless small holes were broken in the surface of the water at the same time, and a steady stream of necromancers burst out.

These dead spirits are pitch black, wrapped in the breath of death, and mixed obsessions rise to the sky.

In terms of shape, there are people of all ages and genders, and there are many inhuman spirits among them.

"They're the only ones who stay with me at all times. The woman in red sighed softly.

The necromancers surged toward the boat with their teeth and claws, their mouths wide open as if screaming, but they couldn't make a sound.

Not long after the time passed, the spiritual power did not condense.

Qing Han's body flashed, and he quickly shuttled through the gap, plucking the eyeball of a necromancy, crushing the eyeball with the palm of his hand, and then spitting out the Xuanhuo and burning, which soon turned into a drop of liquid.

"Sure enough, that's ......", Qing Han stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it, and then his eyes lit up slightly.

The taste of this drop of liquid is very bitter.

Qing Han punched hard again, striking out several transparent qi dragons, sweeping a piece of necromancer from the sky.

The air dragon brought back all the eyeballs, and Qing Han casually threw them into the boat below.

Back and forth.

All the necromancers lost their eyes and sank to the bottom of the river without a sound, and the boat was filled with eyeballs of all shapes and sizes.

Qing Han picked and chose in this, throwing away useless eyeballs one after another, leaving only those with corresponding obsessions, and there were probably thousands of left.

Qing Han summoned with one hand, and fell clusters of black flames, refining them into a drop.

"If he remembers, he should have come a long time ago, how can anyone live for thousands of years? Qing Han put this drop into the bottle, walked to the woman in red, and smiled maliciously.

"He won't do this! At the beginning, Xuanshi carved his name, and agreed to join the river, and they would meet again in a thousand years!", the woman in red raised her willow eyebrows, bit her red lips tightly, her pretty face was slightly pale, and her ups and downs were a little rapid.

The seemingly quiet woman will still be angry when she is poked in the sore spot.

"He has forgotten you for a long time, and he doesn't know how many times he has married and had children. Qing Han suddenly felt relaxed, and his bad mood was slightly relieved.

"You should have had a lover in your past life, and you can't afford to wait so stupidly. Seeing the tears in her eyes, Qing Han did not feel remorse, but did not give up, pressing step by step.

"If that's the case, why am I so persistent in this life?!", she said in a trembling voice with red eyes and tears that were about to accumulate.

Qing Han's words froze, and his face changed slightly.

"That man was married and had children, and I have seen that woman, who is noble and prominent, and much more beautiful than you. Qing Han knew that women were always strange, even if she didn't want to believe it, she was about to cry.

Wanted to add another fire.

Qing Han touched his chin, thought of words again, and then said with a smile, "I know, my eyebrows are in vain......"

Waiting for thousands of years is enough to prove its firmness, but on the other hand, it is precisely because of the long time that no matter how determined a person is, he will become vulnerable.

Still full of tears, beaded curtains falling.

A wisp of purple, an inch of cyan.

Fear and sadness mingle in his eyes

Qing Han suddenly approached in front of him, and the woman subconsciously retreated.

How can she have a fast speed of Qinghan.

"Drank it. Qing Han instantly hooked away her tears, took a look at it and put it in a bottle, then gouged out her eyes, crushed and squeezed out the last juice, and also poured into the tear bottle and mixed it with it, and finally choked her snow-white chin.

This tear bottle exudes a mixed smell, arousing many distracting thoughts in people's hearts.

The pupils were dilated like ink, as if there was a hallucination, and the red lips were still pursed.

Xuanhuang quickly becomes blood red, and the faster the water flows, the more waves are agitated.