The night was dyed like ink, and a round of jade plates hung in the sky, pouring down pieces of desertedness.

The northern secluded place, where the site of the ancient ink garden is located.

With the closing of the gap in the sealing space, the Ancient Ink Garden at this moment has completely fallen into a ban.

However, this seal was a little different from the effect that Yi Han had cast in the depths of the Heavenly Desert. It seems that Feng Tiance is a spell created for the Great Hidden Ancient Ink Garden, and the Ancient Ink Garden at this time has become a huge illusory picture. If people come forward, they can walk through it, like a mirage.

It's just that, although it is a picture scroll, there are people crowding on it, and it seems to have become two worlds with the outside world.

"Self-imprisonment in the cage world, even if you can live, what is the difference between death and death!"

"There is no more Ancient Ink Garden in the world!"

“......”

The monks of the various sects looked at the virtual Gu Mo Yuan in front of them, some of them had a mocking face, and some of them were full of embarrassment.

"The valley lord is going to chase after that Yi Han, I will stay here soon, everyone, farewell!" After a short time, an elder in the secluded valley hugged his fists to the crowd around him, and then returned to the sect.

When the rest of the people saw this, they also dispersed.

The night became thicker, and the shadow of the mountain became deeper and deeper, and under the reflection, the picture scroll of the ancient ink garden gradually disappeared......

Hundreds of miles away from here, Tissot travels in the wind, and Yi Han stands on it.

Behind Tissot, several sect masters all used their numbers to chase.

In this regard, Yi Han did not pay attention to this, but continued to stuff the spirit stone into the center that controlled Tissot.

This is where the energy that supports Tissot's operation comes from.

With the speed of Lang Yan and these people, even if their realm has reached the perfection of Chengdan, they don't want to catch up with it.

And the reason why they still persevered was that they thought that the spirit stone in Yi Han's hand would eventually run out. However, they didn't know, not to mention that there were enough spirit stones in Yi Han's bag, and there were still many spirit stones left on Tissot.

In this way, day and night are starry, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, there was a touch of fish belly white in the sky, and it was about to break dawn.

"Damn, how many spirit stones does he still have!" Old Ghost Su turned pale, looking at the Tissot in front of him, which seemed to be palpable but always unreachable, and a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

Lang Yan and the others are the same, they have been chasing like this for three days, and Rao is no matter how high their cultivation is, they are already exhausted.

Suddenly, an extremely open river appeared below everyone, and when they looked at the water, there was a clear meaning in the dark green, which made people feel frightened.

Seeing this, everyone chasing Yi Han stopped in the void.

"The Land of Zhongzhou......

Lang Yan frowned, stared ahead, and then spoke.

"Hmph!" Feng Zi and Li Mu looked gloomy, snorted coldly, and chose to leave directly.

"Compared to the treasure on his body, the old man's life is more important. Old Ghost Su laughed and spoke, but there was a trace of helplessness on his face.

It seems that this river is a moat, forcibly blocking them, and they dare not step forward again.

At the moment, Yi Han noticed the disappearance of everyone in the rear, but he did not take it lightly, and only after Tissot walked for another half a day and made sure that there was no more people in the rear, he breathed a sigh of relief with a little hesitation.

"Is it because of physical exhaustion...... Yi Han was the first to think of this reason, chasing him so closely for three days, if he were him, he would already be exhausted and die halfway.

At this time, Yi Han's expression suddenly froze.

"Where am I now?"

As he fled, he drove Tissot in one direction, and he did not know where he was going. Breaking out of his tense state, he began to pay attention to his environment.

However, when he looked down, he saw that the clouds were growing in the four fields, the fog was rising in all directions, and the surroundings were all foggy.

Yi Han's eyes narrowed slightly, raised his arm, and pressed his palm on the tip.

In an instant, Tissot's speed plummeted, and at the same time, the whole body slowly swooped downward.

A moment later, with a thud, Tissot fell to the ground.

Yi Han hugged Yunchan down, and then brushed his sleeves to put Tissot away.

He had already probed Yun Chan's injuries on the way to escape.

Yiqing's basswood staff hit Yun Chan's back of the heart, she should have been dead and lifeless, but the strength that entered her body was not one out of ten. Although it was a heavy blow, Yun Chan was not in danger of her life.

No matter how ruthless he was, Yiqing still remembered a trace of master-apprentice friendship. Yi Han muttered, found a flat place, and put Yun Chan down. He had already treated Yun Chan's injuries with spiritual power, and for now, he could only wait for the other party to wake up.

After settling Yunchan, Yi Han began to look around.

Everything is still white, but if you look closely, you can see the silhouette of the building everywhere.

"Where the hell is this?!" Yi Han was puzzled, in the current situation, his vision was blocked, and he couldn't enter or retreat.

"There's no life here. Suddenly, the fairy in the painting came out of the scroll, looking at the thick fog, revealing a contemplative expression.

"In other words, there are no living creatures here, including living beings?" Yi Han heard this, and his expression suddenly froze.

The fairy nodded.

Suddenly, a fierce wind suddenly appeared, and the dense fog around him was blown up in an instant, Yi Han saw this, and immediately laid a spiritual tent, enveloping him and Yun Chan in it.

After about half an hour, the wind faded away, and at the same time, the fog dispersed under its sweep.

"This demonic wind is coming strangely. Lingkun was fully revealed, his vision was clear, and when Yi Han saw this, his eyebrows suddenly raised.

In front of him, a wide and endless city stood, and in it, there were green palaces standing in a forest, dense posture, revealing a magnificent momentum.

However, before Yi Han could be happy, the clear and clear sky that had been revealed suddenly became cloudy again, and a black fog poured out of the sky.

In the next moment, the wind and rain poured down suddenly. At the same time, there was a fierce thunderclap above the dome.

For a time, the mountains and rivers shook, as if the sky was collapsing.

Yi Han was shocked, hurriedly picked up Yunchan, and ran towards the city.

A moment later, Yi Han stepped into the city gate, but at the same time, countless voices that seemed to be crying and sorrowful, and the sound of the god of Gon suddenly came into Yi Han's ears.

Yi Han's heart froze, and he looked around, but he didn't see a single figure.

At the same time, a buzzing sound sounded in his head, and he had a splitting headache.

"Shut your ears and don't listen!" At this moment, the fairy in the painting suddenly spoke, and then suddenly burrowed into the scroll.

Yi Han heard the words in impatience, and his ear chakra suddenly moved, and he closed his voice and listened.

"Sister Painting, didn't you say that there is no life here, but where does this voice come from?" Yi Han shook his head, and after feeling a little better, he asked the fairy in the painting, and at the same time, his footsteps did not stop, and he quickly walked under the eaves not far away.

After all, the sky is still raining.

Outside the city gates, there is nothing unusual here. But when Yi Han walked in, he found that most of the palaces and attics in the city had fallen into decay, revealing a tendency to tilt. What's even more terrifying is that it's full of gloom. "There is no life here, but it is full of resentment, and the voice you just heard is also condensed by this resentment...... "The fairy in the painting said.

"There is a lot of resentment here, doesn't it mean that countless people have died?"

When Yi Han heard this, he suddenly showed a touch of fear.

At the same time, the more he thought about it, the more shocked he became, according to this reasoning, this is a dead city!

The wind and rain come and go quickly. In a few moments, the sky was clear again, but then, clouds of fog and white began to gather again.

Yi Han walked out of the eaves.

He had already retreated in his heart and wanted to leave, but under hesitation and curiosity, several hesitations, coupled with a hint of the immortal in the painting, Yi Han gritted his teeth and decided to go to the depths to explore.

After moving five meters, Yi Han chose a two-story attic on his left.

"This is the depths?" said the fairy in the painting, teasingly.

"Take your time, take your time......" Hearing the transmission, Yi Han stalked his neck, laughed, and stepped forward.

Squeak –

Yi Han reached out and pushed the door open.

Inside, there were tables scattered in a staggered manner, but the tops were covered with dust.

Yi Han covered his mouth and nose lightly and walked in.

"Donkey rolling, loose flower belly, drying meat sausages......" didn't take a few steps, Yi Han suddenly saw a wooden sign hanging on one side of the wall, brushed off the dust on it, revealing a large engraved letter, "This is an inn." ”

Yi Han shrugged his shoulders and quickly turned to leave, where he could not get useful information.

Out of the door, Yi Han looked back and saw a huge plaque hanging on the lintel.

"Taiping Inn. Yi Han raised his eyebrows, he hadn't noticed it before.

At this point, Yi Han walked around the city. Because it was a little inconvenient to take Yun Chan, thinking that there were no living beings in the city except for the resentment, Yi Han found a temple and placed Yun Chan down.

After a long time, Yi Han walked into dozens of palaces and pavilions, but he did not see a single corpse.

"Is this an empty city?" Yi Han walked out from behind a temple door, his eyes full of doubt.

"Then where does the resentment all over this place come from?" Yi Han was depressed in his heart.

Suddenly, he thought of something, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he suddenly released a soul power.

The existence of resentment is difficult to detect at all based on physical sensation alone, Yi Han thought of using soul power to capture it, and at the same time follow its tracks, maybe he can find some clues.

As he expected, under the perception of soul power, there were countless indescribable alien powers in the sky above this city.

"This is resentment......" Yi Han muttered, on it, he sensed the existence of emotions, there was sadness, pain, resentment, but the most was unwilling!

Yi Han's heart was still infected, and the expression on his face was sometimes resentful, sometimes hideous, and in the corners of his eyes, there were two lines of tears.

"Ahh

"It's so dangerous!" Yi Han wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and took a breath. If his mind is immersed in it all the time, I am afraid that if he works hard from time to time, he will become a walking corpse.

Knowing the danger, Yi Han only put his soul power on the deeds of resentment, and no longer dared to immerse himself in it to probe those emotions.

Time passed slowly, and in Yi Han's perception, the resentment was sometimes condensed, and sometimes scattered.

After about a stick of incense, Yi Han's eyes suddenly moved, and he rushed towards a narrow alley between the halls!