The sky was a little dark, and as far as the eye could see, the place was desolate, with a long yellow river flowing slowly.

Chen Mengsheng rubbed his temples and half-knelt by the river, he shook his head, and his thoughts began to return. He had just experienced the first teleportation in his life, and he felt that his soul was going to be torn out of his body, and the feeling was extremely uncomfortable, a little unreal, as if he had fallen into an abyss, and his heart was very panicked. Fortunately, that situation lasted for a short time, and after a period of dizziness, he came from the land of Yongzhou to the ancient relics.

Looking up, the turbid river emitted the smell of decay, and there were broken flags floating in the river, and even a few spikes could be seen piercing the bones. On both sides of the Yellow River, the reddish-brown earth cracked, and it was a scene of thousands of miles of red land.

This is the Remnant of the Ancients, he thought to himself.

He didn't know what to do next, so he walked aimlessly along the Yellow River. I don't know how long it took, but what seemed to be the sun in the distance still emitted the orange-red glow of when he was first here, as if the "sun" had not moved at all.

A gust of wind blew, and the smell of decay was stronger, and he felt a little cold. After many years of cultivation, he rarely felt cold, but in this place, he felt a piercing chill, which seemed not to be due to the cold weather, but a kind of gloomy cold, like a kind of cold of death and silence. The wind blew, and the whispers of the dead soul seemed to sound in his ears, and he shivered.

What the hell is this? Why is this ancient relic so evil?

At this moment, the amber stone on his chest was slightly hot, and the cold feeling disappeared in an instant. He couldn't see, there was nothingness around him, screaming and leaving him in horror.

His body returned to normal, and at this moment, the "Silence Recipe" in his body moved, and he was happy in his heart, running the "Silence Recipe", and a trace of invisible breath floated towards him.

"Yes, this is the remnants of the ancients, I heard that it is a battlefield left over from the ancient war, there must be too much dead air gathered here, it seems that I have come to the right place. He muttered to himself.

"It's just that it seems that there is a little bit of dead air in this place, I can only feel a trace of breath entering my body, it seems that I have to find a place where the dead qi gathers, and now I am still some distance away from the consummation of the condensation realm, once the condensation realm is consummated, with the "Splitting God Technique", presumably the monks below the foundation building period, I can use my divine sense to kill them directly. ”

"However, the monks in the foundation building period are a little troublesome, the early stage of foundation building is fine, with the strength of my thirteenth layer of enlightenment, it should be able to defeat, and in the middle stage of foundation building, relying on the power of divine consciousness, it can also maneuver. However, when encountering monks in the later stage of foundation building, they can only escape, and it seems that they have to consider the matter of foundation building. ”

His cultivation has now reached the thirteenth level of enlightenment, but he has not reached the state of perfection. In fact, he had signs of building a foundation in the pharmacopoeia, when the Mourning Cloud Ghost restrained him with aura, and he accidentally communicated with the aura of heaven and earth under his madness, and those aura prompted him to enter the realm of enlightenment and consummation, but he used those aura to impact the aura restraint of the Mourning Cloud Ghost, which made the Mourning Cloud Ghost unexpected. In this way, the possibility of foundation building was temporarily interrupted, and he could only build the foundation if he re-cultivated to the perfection of enlightenment.

The ghost of Yanyun followed Chen Mengsheng to Wanjia, and there was also a reason for this. He thought that in three months, Chen Mengsheng would be able to re-cultivate to the consummation of enlightenment, and it just happened to protect his successful foundation.

However, Chen Mengsheng's cultivation situation was not the same as that of ordinary monks, he followed the path of ancient cultivation, and he was born in the Spiritual Realm with one more level of realm than other monks. And because of the regression of cultivation, it was even more difficult to re-cultivate, and I did not cultivate to the perfection of enlightenment for three months. Seeing this situation, the Ghost of the Dead Cloud could only sigh about Chen Mengsheng's qualifications, so he taught Chen Mengsheng the "Splitting God Technique", and also gave him some magic weapons, so that he could have the power to protect himself in the ancient relics.

In fact, Chen Mengsheng is not unable to cultivate the consummation of the Enlightenment, there is an amber stone, and he cultivates day and night, how can he also cultivate to the perfection of the Enlightenment. However, in the first month, his heart was sad, and he didn't have the heart to cultivate at all. It took him half a month to gradually cultivate, and the Ghost of the Dead Cloud taught him the "Splitting God Technique" again, and he focused all his energy on it, so he didn't cultivate to the perfection of enlightenment.

Now that we have entered the Ancient Relic, the first thing is to cultivate to the perfection of the Enlightenment in advance, and then consider the matter of building the foundation. Thinking of this, he let go of his body and mind and began to feel the aura of the ancient relics.

A thin trace of aura entered his body, which surprised him a little. How is it different from what the Sect Master said, the aura here is mixed, and the number is scarce, according to this absorption rate, it will be difficult for him to cultivate again to the consummation of the Enlightenment in two or three years. But then he was ecstatic in his heart, although this aura was scarce, it was an ancient aura. He couldn't be mistaken, this aura was exactly the same as the aura in the ancient spirit stone he absorbed, which was really an unexpected joy.

In the Sumeru Ring, he still has a lot of ancient spirit stones left. Originally, he thought that he would use these spirit stones for the thirteenth layer of the Enlightenment, but as a result, it took him ten years for the Endless Dark Domain to reach the thirteenth layer of the Enlightenment, saving a lot of ancient spirit stones. This is certainly better, he has more confidence in building the foundation.

However, now that he has a source of ancient spiritual energy, he is not in a hurry to use these spirit stones, if he can save it, he will save it, and after one hundred and twenty years, he will always go out, and he can still use these ancient spirit stones in his future cultivation. It's just that there is too little aura here, and it's a drop in the bucket for him. It seems that we have to find a way to find a better place to cultivate. Whether it is the Sect Master or others, the Ancient Relic is a place of great creation, and this cannot be the case in other places. It is imperative to get out of this red land first.

He walked along the Yellow River, and the sun that radiated orange and red light was like a painting, and he didn't move at all. He didn't know how long he had walked, he could only judge the length of time based on the number of breaths he had, and this period of time should have been half a day outside.

Whew, a gust of wind blew, and his face was a little wet. It was blowing from the other side of the Yellow River, and the water of the Yellow River hit him in the face. Smack, I don't know if it was mud or something, hit him in the face. He wiped his face, and then his eyes opened wide, and the water of the Yellow River actually flowed into the void.

It seemed that someone was holding it underneath, and the muddy yellow river cement and sand tumbled, mixed with the wreckage of the flag, flowed quietly in the air. This picture is very weird, and he can't help but think of two words in his heart: Naihe. Legend has it that the Nai River is the river of the underworld, and there is a bridge on the Nai River, and there is an unkempt old woman on the bridge. These were the things he saw from a picture book when he was in a private school. The Nai River he saw at that time slowly enlarged in his eyes until it became the river in front of him.

Then, a bridge appeared in his eyes, and on the bridge was an unkempt old woman. He couldn't believe it in his heart, was he hallucinating, or was everything in the picture book real? The old woman's hair was as unkempt as basil, covering her entire face, and he couldn't see it clearly.

A strange laugh came from the old woman, Chen Mengsheng shuddered, and a sense of fear appeared in his heart.

"Come, come. ”

An eerie call came to his ears, a voice that was as magical as it was, and he had an urge from the past. However, he gritted his teeth, and the operation of "Big Star Luo Chess Trick" stopped this impulse. Then he sat cross-legged, pinched a mantra with one hand and slapped him on the head, he guarded his mind, and his consciousness leaned out.

Suddenly, the sight before him disappeared, and the Yellow River flowed quietly, and where was there still a hanging stream? There was no bridge or an old woman, and everything was the same here, except that the orange-red sun in the distance was a little dimer.

"It's such a weird place, it almost made me lose my mind. He muttered to himself. "This place can actually affect my divine soul, I don't know when I was hit by the technique, if it weren't for my strong divine soul, it is very likely to fall into the technique just now without knowing it. No wonder the Ancient Relics are also dangerous, I just came in and encountered such a strange thing, and I don't know what happened to the other monks?"

He stood up and walked on.

"This place is day and night, there is no life at all, when is it a head!" Chen Mengsheng's lamenting voice came from the red ground.

He secretly counted in his heart, according to the outside time, seven days had passed. For seven days, he had not encountered a trace of life, not even the orange sun above his head had not moved the slightest, and he seemed to have walked into a ghost land.

He didn't believe that he was the only one who had been teleported to such a large place, and that this place was not at all like a place of creation, only desolate.

He stopped and looked up at the orange sun in the sky. The orange-red light was not dazzling at all, and he stared straight at the sun, which had been motionless for seven days. The Yellow River flows slowly, and he has been standing for a long time. In his eyes, the sun slowly became hideous, like a netherworld beast opening its bloody mouth. At one point, the bloody mouth bit at him, his pupils widened, and his body fell backwards involuntarily.

Wow, Sumeru's ring flashed a faint blue light and shot into his mind. He woke up instantly, his back wet.

"That's not true!" he muttered, the orange sun still motionless in his eyes, only the light was dimmer.

"This is not true. He repeated.

He reached for his chest, and sure enough, there was no amber stone there, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's amazing! I may still be in the middle of the operation at this time, how did this technique come to be, did I get the magic when I first entered this place? But it's too real, those dead qi, those spiritual qi, don't look like fake things at all. How the hell did you solve this technique?"

He looked around, thousands of miles of red land, desolate, only the Yellow River flowed quietly. His gaze stayed on the Yellow River and did not shift for a long time.

"Don't give up until you reach the Yellow River, hehe. He jumped into the Yellow River.

The murky river water poured into his mouth, and he choked a few sips. It's not that he doesn't know water, he does it on purpose, he wants to see what the world wants to do to him, instead of going down aimlessly, it is better to drown in this river, he believes that the world will always give him the answer.

His thoughts grew heavier, his eyes began to slowly darken, he struggled to raise his head, and the orange-red rays of the sun became dimmer and dimmer, as if they were about to be extinguished. He sneered and closed his eyes.