Following the traces of resentment, Yi Han tossed and turned in the alley several times, and after about an hour, he finally stopped.

At this moment, in front of him, there was a series of stone steps that went underground, and the stone steps were spliced together by flat stones, and between the stone gaps, there were countless green and yellow weeds drilled out. Yi Han's gaze looked forward along the stone steps, and it was all pitch black.

Now, the resentment he followed had entered the midst of it.

After hesitating in place, Yi Han gritted his teeth and walked down.

This is a long corridor leading to the entrance, and as soon as Yi Han's figure stepped into the darkness, a damp aura suddenly came to his face.

Yi Han covered his mouth and nose with his left hand, and at the same time, with a wave of his right arm, several bundles of spiritual power suddenly appeared, and then turned into bright balls of fire.

Then, Yi Han's vision suddenly became clear.

Suddenly, Yi Han paused and looked at the stone walls on both sides of the corridor.

By the light of the fire, Yi Han noticed that on the stone wall, there were paintings covered with moss.

On the painting carving, there are many palaces, layers of pavilions, and Taoist palace walls, which are intricately connected. In one of the streets and alleys, there are countless bustling people.

"This is ......" Yi Han looked at the painting wall as he walked inside, and suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and his pupils shrank suddenly, "This portrayal is clearly the scene of the empty city outside." ”

Yi Han looked at the palace and pavilion engraved in the painting, and suddenly remembered what he saw after entering the city, and reacted instantly.

The corridor is straight, about 100 zhang, and unconsciously, Yi Han is observing the painting and carving, which is nearing the end.

The content on the painting wall is nothing more than engraved with the lively scene in the city, and there is nothing surprising, but where Yi Han is standing now, the style of painting has suddenly changed.

In the city, it was still the same prosperous scene, but above the sky, a big hand suddenly stretched out.

On the next painting is the picture of people fleeing in fear under the shaking of the big hand.

Next, countless monks appeared, and stood in the void above the dungeon, and the visions around them evolved, and they greeted the big hand.

Yi Han looked down further, the painting disappeared, and he had reached the end.

"What the hell is going on here?"

"That hand......" Yi Han looked at the half-cut arm in the moment again, and a cold sweat broke out for no reason.

Shaking his head, Yi Han turned to look in front of him.

He had reached the end of the corridor, where there was a large stone door that was half-open, and Yi Han peeked inside.

It's dark.

Seeing this, Yi Han activated the spiritual fires, paused, and walked in sideways.

This is an underground palace.

The originally bright spiritual fire, when it entered the stone gate, it seemed to turn into a few balls of fluorescent light, and the space here should be extremely open, so that the effect of the spiritual fire began to become minimal.

At this moment, Yi Han stared at the darkness in front of him like a dormant beast, and his heart couldn't stop beating faster.

At the same time, to Yi Han's horror, he couldn't feel the resentment that followed here, because in the darkness in front of him, there was no resentment that did not exist.

Yi Han's scalp was numb for a while, but fortunately, he had closed his voice and listened, and he would not be disturbed by resentment.

After calming down in place for a moment, Yi Han suddenly walked forward with a few clouds of ghostly light that lingered around him.

After walking a few feet away, Yi Han's footsteps were abrupt.

Beside him, there seemed to be something.

Yi Han hooked a ball of spiritual fire, and at the same time, he also leaned down, wanting to look at it carefully.

The moment the spiritual fire shone on it, Yi Han's pupils shrank suddenly, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

It was a dead body sitting cross-legged!

I don't know if it's because of being in the underground palace, the body of the deceased has not decayed, but has become a dry corpse, and through his appearance, it can be seen that this is a middle-aged man.

This dried corpse really startled him, but the other party was already dead, so there was no threat, Yi Han breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to stand up.

However, before he could make a move, he suddenly saw a corner of foreign objects exposed in the chest of the dried corpse.

Yi Han said his guilt in his mouth, slowly reached out his hand, and pulled it out.

Qiankun bag!

Yi Han looked at the thing in his hand and his expression moved.

"There must be more than one corpse here......"

Yi Han suddenly had some thoughts in his heart, but as soon as he thought of the resentment that was all over here, he suddenly abandoned this desire.

"This resentment must have arisen from these dead bodies, and among them, there must also be resentment that contains the will, and if they desecrate their bodies or relics, it is difficult to predict what will happen at that time. ”

Thinking of this, Yi Han shook his head, but staring at the Qiankun bag in his hand, Yi Han hesitated for a moment, and still chose to put it away.

Then, Yi Han continued to walk forward.

As he expected, before he could take a few steps, he found another dried corpse.

Then, the deeper he went, the more frightened he became.

After walking a distance of more than ten zhang, there were hundreds of corpses he saw!

Suddenly, Yi Han's footsteps stopped.

At his side, he found a cobweb-covered and dusty stone case.

On top of it, there are hundreds of wooden stumps scattered around.

Yi Han squatted down and took it to one of the wooden rafts.

However, at the moment when he was about to touch the wooden scumbag, his body suddenly stiffened.

"Someone has been here!"

At this time, Yi Han's gaze was fixed on the layer of dust on the surface of the wooden scum.

The thickness of the dust on it is much shallower than that on the stone case, and on the stone case, Yi Han also found a few finger marks.

"But looking at the dust that has fallen on this wooden scumbag, the time when people came here should be two years ago, to say the least. ”

Thinking of this, Yi Han felt a little relieved and picked up the wooden slip directly.

"This day is no longer the other day, there are many husbands and things, and we have all been imprisoned ......"

Yi Han brushed the dust off it, and then read it out after careful consideration.

Because the wooden slabs on the stone case were scattered and the order was already out of order, Yi Han didn't know which one to take next after reading this one.

No, Yi Han could only pick up a few at random, trying to get some useful information.

"Meng Gu borrowed the old man's hungry ghost Taoism to take a look, and he has not returned it yet. ”

"Apprentice Xiao Mo's sword path is a great success, and the revitalization of our Yuemen is hopeful!"

“......”

"Zhongzhou is the place of worship of the four fields, and more than 100 monks in the world go here to practice. ”

"This is the land of Zhongzhou!" After seeing this wooden scumbag, Yi Han's expression suddenly froze.

He had heard about the existence of this place in the conversation between Li Mu and Fengzi, it seemed to be an extremely mysterious place, but he had not studied it deeply, and now with the escape, he actually stepped into this place by mistake.

"There are more than 100 cultivators in the world, all of them go here to practice......" Yi Han suddenly frowned, when the world has reached the realm of transformation of the heavens, don't say more than 100, it is extremely fortunate that there is one, but here, there have been so many.

"And where are they now?"

From this, Yi Han suddenly thought of the origin of the broken bowl.

"The broken bowl flowed out from here through the hands of the mother and the son. Sister Hua once said that the broken bowl was a thing outside the body that a Heaven Transformation Realm cultivator had refined with his own Heaven Transformation World, what was he doing this for?"

"Could it be ......" Yi Han's eyes suddenly lit up, "It has something to do with the big hand on the wall of the long corridor?"

I couldn't figure out why, Yi Han didn't think about it anymore.

After looking through the wooden slip for a while, most of the records on it were trivial matters, Yi Han lost interest for a moment, and just as he got up and was about to walk towards him, not far in front of him, a humanoid silhouette in a strange pose suddenly attracted his attention.

Yi Han's expression moved, and he stepped forward.

In front of him, there was still a dead body, but strangely, he was standing, and his hands were still in a restrained state.

"His face seems to be different from the dead corpse he saw before...... Yi Han found something again, and took a spiritual fire to reflect it on the other party's face.

This is an old man, his eyes are closed, his face is thin, and his cheeks can be seen, but there seems to be a trace of blood.

Just as Yi Han leaned forward again, ready to take a closer look, Lao Suo's eyes suddenly opened!

At the same time, the broken bowl in Yi Han's bag suddenly trembled violently.

Lao Suo's eyes were cloudy, but at this moment, facing the spiritual fire, his eyes seemed to be shining.

"Yi Han be careful!" At this time, the voice of the fairy in the painting also came.

When he landed, Yi Han's brain buzzed, and all his hairs exploded!

"Ghost ...... Hell!" Yi Han shouted in a trembling voice, and suddenly cast the Nine Tribulations Kunpeng Method, and fled towards the exit.

At the moment when Yi Han turned around, Lao Suo's expression suddenly showed pathos, and he said in an old voice: "You took my bowl, and I ...... eat like that."

"Return my bowl ......"

Between the words, Lao Su chased after Yi Han.

At this moment, Yi Han was showing a miserable white face, panting roughly, and running wildly for his life.

Fang Cai's scene made him feel terrified.

"Sin, sin, sin, old man, I didn't mean to disturb your sleep, you continue to sleep, don't chase, I'll leave now!"

"Return my bowl ......" The old man seemed to be unhurried, but he always followed Yi Han. At the same time, as Yi Han spoke, Lao Suo was also shouting.

But because Yi Han had closed his voice in order to avoid the intrusion of resentment, he couldn't hear the slightest of Lao Suo's voices.

In this way, Yi Han ran for nearly an hour.

At this moment, he has already gone out of the city gate.

After finding that Lao Suo's figure was missing behind him, Yi Han breathed a sigh of relief for a moment, and then stopped.

"This old man is not a ghost, it seems...... He's still alive!" At this moment, the figure of the fairy in the painting appeared, making Yi Han open his voice and listen, and then stared at the city.

"Still alive?" Yi Han's expression suddenly froze.

"Just now, I still think I heard him say something about returning the bowl to him?" continued.

"Bowl?" Yi Han was afraid, revealing a hint of surprise.

"Could it be...... That broken bowl?" Thinking of Lao Suo's restrained hands, Yi Han suddenly realized something, and then said, "Didn't this bowl be taken from him by the son and mother?"

"Doesn't that mean that he is a Heaven Transformation Realm cultivator!" Yi Han continued to speculate, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.

"Do you want to go back?" asked the fairy in the painting, and she also felt that Yi Han's guess was correct.

"I finally escaped, why did I go back!"

Yi Han breathed a sigh of relief and immediately returned.

Even if he went back and returned the broken bowl to Lao Suo, he didn't know the other party's heart, if Lao Suo killed him, he didn't give his life in vain. Between the words, Yi Han wanted to take out Tissot and leave here.

Suddenly, Yi Han's movements froze, as if he had thought of something.

"Yunchan is still inside!"