Ink dust gasped, settled down, and looked intently at the black ice crystal in his hand.

It was only then that he discovered that on this black ice crystal, there was not only a strange black light that was constantly flickering, but there were even extremely fine lines on its surface.

The lines are staggered and continuous, covering the entire surface of the ice crystals, as if containing thousands of avenues, which makes people involuntarily want to explore it.

This is not a Dan pattern on an elixir, it is not a formation on a magic weapon, and this is definitely not a mortal thing.

"The power of the void is the power of the true source. ”

Mo Chen recalled the words he had heard from the sin monk.

"The Power of the Origin...... Thousands of avenues ......" Mo Chen muttered in a low voice, he suddenly thought of a possibility, but it was still uncertain.

He continued to harness the power of the divine soul in his body, like an all-pervasive breeze, and drilled more quickly into the cracks of the various lines of the black ice crystals.

The power of the divine soul converged and formed in the black ice crystals, presenting the scene inside in the sea of ink dust without any leaks.

The inside of this black ice crystal is like a hollow pyramid inside.

Rows of obsidian-black stone pillars support the entire massive sloping roof.

It's pitch black, everything is black, except for a powerful ray of light from the top of the pyramid.

This light is very special, it stands to reason that such a bright light is enough to illuminate the entire interior of the pyramid.

But the reality is that after the light is transmitted from the top, it is all absorbed by the surrounding sloping walls, and the silver-white runes on the sloping walls light up one after another, like a chain composed of countless runes, blocking the entire pyramid.

Ink Dust relied on the light of the silver-white runes and looked around.

It was empty, and beneath his feet was a path of runes that stretched infinitely in the direction he was facing, as if there was no end to it.

Mo Chen was very sure that the extremely pure source power he had felt earlier definitely came from the depths of the pyramid.

Since he had a definite goal, even if Mo Chen mobilized more of his own divine soul power, he frantically poured into the inside of the pyramid, and directly condensed into a divine soul villain within it.

The villain is the appearance of ink dust, there is no difference, it belongs to the ability that the monk has obtained after being promoted to the Wandering Soul Realm.

This ability is actually an out-of-body experience.

Mo Chen stood inside the pyramid and looked at the decorations and runes around him.

After making sure that there was no danger, he strode along the path made of runes and walked towards the depths of the pyramid.

There was no danger along the way, but although the walls of the entire passage were shining with many runes that shone with silver-white light, it was still dim and dark.

This darkness can even affect the probing of the power of the gods, so that Ink Dust can only use the most ordinary and insufficient eyes to observe the front.

As a result, coupled with the environmental impact of this place, he can barely see the scene about a foot in front of him.

Gradually, he walked forward gently.

Secretly remembering in his heart that he should have walked close to a stick of incense, when suddenly a darkness passed, and he stumbled violently and rushed into a quagmire.

In an instant, the world was bright again, and Mochen saw the surrounding scenery clearly.

As far as the eye can see, the gray muddy earth is all around.

There was nothing in the field of vision except for the occasional dead tree with teeth and claws.

Mo Chen looked up at the sky and found that the slowly floating clouds seemed to be about to fall on a heavy rain, floating in the low sky, which made people feel depressed.

"Suppression?" Mo Chen was thinking about something, he took a step, and just wanted to use the power of his divine soul to fly into the air, but he didn't think that in his body, the original vast and boundless divine soul power suddenly lost his sense.

He was like a strong man with strong muscles and strength, and suddenly his soul was replaced, and he was replaced by an old dragon clock, shaped like a withered body.

The original power was completely imprisoned, and it was impossible to use it at all.

"Phew!" spat out a few mouthfuls of mud and sand, and Ink Dust got up from the mud swamp in embarrassment.

The sign came so suddenly, and so silently.

Before Fang Cai, he didn't even realize that the power in his body was imprisoned.

"When the hell is it......" Mochen wiped his face, and when he looked back, the original dull and dark passage had dissipated, replaced by the same gray and ruined mire as in front of him......

"What the hell is this place. With a faint bad premonition in his heart, Mochen carefully felt his current strength.

The power of a divine soul can only barely solidify his own form.

He felt like he had jumped into a thick swamp full of mud all at once, and it would be nice to be able to keep himself from sinking in.

Standing firm on the dirt floor, Mochen shook his head, suppressed the horror and doubts in his heart, and began to stride forward honestly.

I don't know where it is, but it's extremely dangerous to stay where you are in an unfamiliar area.

What's more, the situation of ink dust is so bad now.

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A few hours later, I finally crossed the ink dust of the mire and came to a huge ancient city.

The huge castle glowed with bronze in the remnant sun, and the gate in front of the ink dust swallowed the crowd like a giant beast.

Many people stopped in front of the tower, staring at the huge gold-edged plaque directly above and revealing their obsessive and intoxicated eyes.

Mo Chen followed the eyes of the flow of people, in the center of the city wall, on the city tower, carved three big characters.

"Blind Castle"

Very strange city name.

But what's even more strange is that these three characters are not orthodox ancient seal writing, nor are they depicted in some other fonts.

The three characters on the whole huge plaque are crooked, there is an extra stroke, and here a horizontal hook becomes a horizontal fold, almost unstructured, like an illiterate child, copying the calligraphy of adults.

Mo Chen's expression gradually froze, he pulled up his robe to make himself look non-existent, slowly passed through the city gate, and walked straight inside.

Before walking through an alley, a girl with a ponytail was carefully pulling her sister and squatting down to tie her ponytail.

In the door of a candle shop on the right, the guy is rounding the candles with a knife and smoothing them with a special piece of paper.

The coughing of the old man was faintly heard in the house not far away.

Two brightly dressed girls carried cloth bags for buying clothes, and passed past Mochen, smiling, but saliva remained at the corners of their mouths.

An old carriage slowly approached from the street, and through the curtain of the car, a man dressed in official clothes could be faintly seen talking to a beautiful woman with a big belly.

Mo Chen narrowed his eyes, didn't pay attention to the things around him, and continued to walk forward slowly.

But I didn't think about it, and suddenly a wail suddenly sounded!