When everyone regained consciousness, they were already standing on top of a vast and boundless wilderness, and everyone was naturally covered with a black halo like flowing water.

It is a beautiful landscape painting-like world, ethereal and silent. The grass and trees under his feet, although bright, give people a faint sense of alienation.

What is too perfect gives people a sense of unreality, and this world is the kind of way that is too perfect.

Walking in the wilderness, the group had countless doubts in their hearts. But because of the silence that goes deep into the soul here, they have no desire to speak.

A group of eight people, wandering in the endless wasteland, looked blankly in all directions.

There is no sun and moon in this world, and the whole heaven and earth are naturally shrouded in a dim halo. There is no before and after, no things, no time passes, as if it is just walking, and it will not be finished until the end of time.

Suddenly, a black dot appeared in the distance. The eagle, whose eyesight was impressive, instantly confirmed that it was a figure, and his excitement broke through the assimilation and suppression of the quiet world to everyone, and a group of people cheered and ran.

When he approached, the eagle involuntarily stopped, and looked at the man's appearance in amazement.

The person in front of me has seen before, on Gu'er Mountain. He was an ordinary warrior of the Shiratori clan who died in the camp of the Huaxu clan after the war. Because he once belonged to the team led by the eagle, the eagle still remembers his appearance.

According to the tradition of the Shiratori clan, only warriors who died on the battlefield are eligible to return to the arms of the ancestral gods in the flames. An unlucky warrior like him who died after the war, his soul could only wander alone in the mountains and forests, completely annihilated by the light of the day.

Taking a deep breath, the eagle had already guessed something. Looking closely at this familiar face, his body seemed very 'clean', just like this strange world, without the slightest variety.

This is the afterlife!

Stopping, Eagle suddenly said to himself silently.

At this time, the trail of the group had already alarmed the warrior of the White Bird Clan, and he turned around leisurely and looked back at the group of eight.

"It turned out to be someone from the Tao clan and the Hua Xu clan, are you also dead?"

Eagle still remembers this person's keen battle instincts, whenever there is a wind and grass, this person will react immediately, and hold his stone spear tightly. But now, he seems so calm, it seems that there is no sense of danger at all.

"It seems that the world after death is still relatively comfortable!"

Eagle laughed silently at himself in his heart. The Shadow Sword at his waist in one hand has not moved since he entered this world with a group of his own people.

What is Tai Yishen arranging?

Hearing this person's question, two of the Yan and Hua Xu clan witches also recognized the identity of the person in front of them. There is no need for eagles to explain to them, and with a little brainstorming, they will have the answer in their hearts.

"Where is this?"

With a hint of luck, a witch of the Huaxu clan asked.

"This is the afterlife, the underworld, I didn't expect to meet people today, I'm so lucky! I've been alone for a long, long time. ”

The man smiled lightly and said to the crowd.

"What the hell is going on?"

The words of the White Bird Clan knocked out the last trace of luck, and everyone looked at each other and asked angrily.

Although the world after death looks peaceful and beautiful, every life instinctively likes life and hates death, and suddenly hears the news of his death, and naturally gets emotional and can't help himself. Moreover, the witch of the Huaxu clan still has the mission of bringing the news of the extraterritorial heavenly demons back to the clan, how can she die at this time?

"Don't be noisy! we should still be alive by now!"

The eagle became more and more calm at this juncture, pointed to the black halo wrapped around his body, and said loudly.

At the hint of the eagle, everyone found their differences. Under this black halo, everyone's bodies seemed out of place in this beautiful and picturesque world. Every inch of skin, every hair, tells the identity of a living person.

After settling down a little, Shiori turned around anxiously, and asked the eagle in a dissatisfied tone:

"What are we going to do now, how can we go back!"

It was the oracle of Tai Yi God who delayed time, and it was the Excalibur of Tai Yi God who brought a group of people to the afterlife. If it weren't for the awe of the mystery and strength displayed by Yu Tai Yishen, Shiori would probably have opened her mouth to scold directly.

The eagle smiled bitterly, not knowing how to say yes. Although he seems to be the calmest among this group of eight, this is just the temperament that he has honed on weekdays.

However, he was not a person who complained, and after thinking about it, he asked the person from the White Bird Clan:

"Do you know how to get out of here. ”

In fact, when he asked this sentence, Ying didn't expect anything at all, but he still asked it after all. After all, the other party must be more familiar with this world than his own group of newcomers, and it is always right to ask.

The clansmen of the White Bird Clan also heard the words of the group just now, and he seemed quite curious that he could actually see a living person after death. He looked at the crowd carefully, probably trying to see the difference between the living and the dead.

But after hearing the eagle's question, the man raised his head and said casually:

"You go upstream along the Yellow Spring, and at the end of the towering giant tree, you will meet an old man. It is said that he is still the one you have Dow, and the first person I saw when I regained consciousness after my death was him, and he should know something. ”

While no concrete answer was given, this at least gives a little clue. It's better than scurrying around in confusion.

However, there is an old man of the Tao clan in the mouth of the White Bird Clan, which makes the memory of Eagle and Yu a little loose, and he immediately recalls the firework.

In the past ten years, under the protection of Taiyi, in addition to the two children who died young, there was also a frail woman, and only the fireworker passed away. He is the only person who can correspond to the old man of Tao in this mouth.

"And where is the Yellow Spring?"

Compared with Eagle and Biao's surprise, Shiori and the others are more concerned about how to find their way back faster. As soon as the words of the White Bird Clan fell, he asked with a frown.

The man smiled at the question, and used his foot to remove a patch of grass beneath him, revealing clean ground. And above the ground, centered on the place where it settled, there were streams of various colors that were slightly thicker than a hair, slowly flowing in one direction.

"The direction in which this fountain of the heart flows is the Yellow Spring, you just need to push away the grass and follow it. ”