The Vermilion Bird was burning, dragging its long tail feathers and rushing forward, the first one to pounce on the green shadow that had been scattered by He Miaomiao and cultivated to the Jindan stage.

The flames instantly covered the green light, and the sizzling sound was engulfed by a terrible scream that did not resemble a human voice.

The sound penetrated into his ears, and He Miaomiao suddenly felt that the sea of consciousness was full of pain, and it was much better to seal his hearing with spiritual power.

Sensing her discomfort, Suzaku accelerated her attack, and let out a long cry with her head held high, which shocked the two green shadows of the foundation building period to stop for a moment.

At this moment, the yellow flames rushed towards them, accompanied by countless screams that pierced people's minds, and finally disappeared in the flames.

He Miaomiao's brain throbbed, put away the strange fire and jumped off the remnant sun, came to the top of a wooden building, rubbed his head and waited for his spiritual power to recover.

The surroundings quieted down, and once again became a dead village.

Without the green light floating around, without the faint white mist, this place does not look much different from the small village and town at night.

The only difference may only be that the nearby village town can enter and exit, which is always covered by an invisible barrier, and it is impossible to force out after entering.

He Miaomiao sighed, burned the ghostly light, the external dangers have been solved, as long as she is not close to the square, she will not be affected again, but how to leave?

After recovering, she searched around the stockade again, but no matter how she flew into the air or walked directly from the stockade, she could not find an exit.

He Miaomiao was not anxious and discouraged, she simply floated to the top of the highest wooden building, lay on the cold roof, looked at the dark sky, and recalled everything that happened after entering the village.

I thought about it over and over again, but I still couldn't find any clues to leave.

It's Suzaku's singing, which gradually becomes clear in retrospect, and it can't be in tune, but you can feel the subtlety in it.

"Vermilion Bird True Musical Spectrum..."In He Miaomiao's sea of knowledge, the "Yuan Shi Secret Sutra" seemed to be touched by something, allowing her to know the name of the ancient tone, "It turns out that this is also a secret technique of inheritance." ”

He Miaomiao was overjoyed.

Although the tones she could hear and sense were not complete, just like the Suzaku True Form, shrouded in mist, the appearance of the secret art was still a blessing, if it had not been teleported here, if it had not triggered the powerful illusion in the center of the square, the true sound spectrum would probably not have appeared.

"It seems that in this world, good and bad always depend on each other, depending on what kind of mentality you use to look at it. He Miaomiao thought about it, and suddenly her heart jumped, and she had a bold idea.

Good things can lead to bad results.

Just as she saw her parents and the whole soul just now, it was something that made her happy and happy, but if she really fell, she would only die without a place to be buried.

Conversely, bad things can lead to good results!

The mysterious and strange black hole in the square can certainly make her afraid, but will the seemingly dangerous place be the only exit here?

There was no flaw in the barrier of the whole stockade, and the only thing that could be opened and closed was the square floor, and the circular stone gate carved with incomprehensible lines.

If you stay awake and not be carried away by illusions, will you be able to get out of this place from below through the darkness?

The more He Miaomiao thought about it, the more she felt that it was possible, but this move was not a small risk, and she didn't dare to act easily.

"Look for three more days, and if there is no change in the village after three days, go to the square to try!"

This place is not suitable for long-term cultivation, the cold will make the meridians stiff, even if she has a strange fire, she does not have enough spiritual power to operate for a long time to defend herself.

The monk's meridians are flexible, and injuries are generally easy to treat, but the origin of the cold aura here is unknown, and it is different from the evil qi and yin qi, so she has to be more taboo.

Three more days of searching here was her limit.

He Miaomiao made up her mind, sacrificed the remnant sun and flew into the air, looking for the flaws or weaknesses of the barrier again.

She used the fire spiritual power to protect herself, resisting the cold that was surging silently and endlessly, until more than half of the spiritual power in her body was consumed, she stopped flying again, and set up a formation on the roof of the building to meditate and recover.

A few hours passed, He Miaomiao still didn't find a flaw, but found that there was no daylight in the village, it should be when the sun was rising, and it was still that dark and faint dead silence.

The strangeness here has already made her too lazy to think about it anymore, it's not that the great cultivators of the Canglan Realm haven't come to study, they can't find anything wrong, and with her knowledge, it's impossible to figure it out.

In three days, after patiently searching, no one has found the flaws for tens of thousands of years, and naturally she will not find them. Thinking of the decision made a few days ago, He Miaomiao simply jumped off the remnant sun, walked down the street step by step, and walked towards the center of the square.

Bursts of white mist flowed slowly from behind her, only a few steps behind her, never past her.

When we arrived at the center of the square, the surrounding area was filled with fog, and it was difficult to see the wooden buildings in the distance.

He Miaomiao saw the wisps of white mist drifting towards the middle of the square, as a few days ago, sinking into the complex lines, condensing and inlaying into them.

The rumbling sound of the start is clearer than it could be heard in mid-air.

The circular ground broke open from the middle, revealing a trace of deep darkness, and as the ground moved left and right, the circular black hole was completely exposed.

He Miaomiao held her breath, gently closed her eyes, and focused on recalling the true music score of the Vermilion Bird, and the ancient and distant chant gradually became a tune with the calm heart.

She opened her eyes, and her heart was clear, and she saw the darkness turn into an illusion, and then turn into darkness again in a vague chant.

Villages that never existed, parents who had long since fallen, and all the spirits that had been scattered for many years finally disappeared into this darkness.

He Miaomiao saw her relatives return to nothingness again, and there was a moment of throbbing pain in her heart, but she was quickly suppressed by her.

What is fake is always fake, and she shouldn't dwell on it.

The chanting in her mind continued, but He Miaomiao finally understood that the ancient tune in the true music score could only make her sober and not affected by those charming external forces.

But in the end, only by maintaining a firm and strong heart can she truly compete with the illusion, and if she still can't see through the delusion, Suzaku True Music Spectrum can't save her.

The bottomless darkness is full of unknowns, but He Miaomiao is no longer afraid.

Since there is only this road that is not a road, then even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire ahead, she has to break through!

She stepped forward, very steady and slow, to the edge of the dark cavern, and poked out her sense to look in.

Nothingness, darkness, nothing to detect, as she expected.

This situation did not change He Miaomiao's determination, she stood on the edge of the cave and took a deep breath, took her left foot, and stepped into the unknown darkness.