If the wind is not in vain, Qin Yiyang will not be able to let go for a long time. He looked around www.biquge.info trying to find a glimmer of light in the thick darkness, but was doomed to nothing.

Qin Yiyang turned around, and was about to return to the Sword Hall when a butterfly-like thing flew towards him. At this moment, he was obviously a little sluggish, and he also ignored the vigilance that should not have been forgotten, and grabbed the object in his hand with a casual pinch. It wasn't until he felt that his wrist was sore, and he was glad that there was only a meager internal force attached to this object. He looked at the "butterfly" and saw that it was nothing more than two intersecting yellow pages. He separated the pages of the book, wanting to take a closer look, but Mingyue was puzzled, so he hid in the clouds, and Qin Yiyang couldn't forcibly distinguish it. In desperation, he took the page in his arms and turned back into the Sword Screaming Hall.

"Sand... Rustle..."The grit on the ground made a sound again, and Qin Yiyang walked around the middle of the Sword Hall and stood still. In the eyes of others, there is no way to go here, but Qin Yiyang did not hesitate and took out a simple little sword from his sleeve. This small sword body is heavy and full of patterns, one side carves a dragon, one side casts a cloud, the craftsmanship is very exquisite, the gauntlet is in the middle on both sides, each inlaid with a blue-green turquoise, the blue color is faint, let people take a look, and the heart is trapped in it.

Qin Yiyang's right foot lightly stepped on the ground, and a warm and steady breath erupted from the soles of his feet, sweeping over the sand in front of him, drawing a fan shape in front of him, and then being blocked by the broken house wall. When the dust cleared, a small slope appeared in the corner of the wall, and a circle on it, the edge of the circle, released a faint light.

Qin Yiyang threw it with his hand, and the little sword did not enter the circle without any difference, he stepped forward and stepped on it gently. Just listen to "Click.. Click... The ground behind him had split in two, revealing a large rectangular hole about three feet wide and six feet long. With a flick of his wrist, the little sword returned to his hand, and he leaped into the hole.

When his feet hit the ground, he found himself in what seemed to be a tunnel, the tunnel stretched downward at an angle, and an oil lamp burned on the wall every five feet, shining in the dim yellow of the tunnel. He did not stop, but continued to walk down the tunnel, and after walking a few feet, the tunnel came to an abrupt end, and a door appeared in front of him. Qin Yiyang Fu took out the small sword again, and with a turn at the hilt, the sword body was split into two. By the faint light, he pressed a rivet-like bump on the door, and with a "click", a small door popped open on it. Qin Yiyang buckled the open small sword into it, one side of the hilt turned left, pointing northwest-southeast, and the other side of the hilt turned right, pointing northeast-southwest, do all this, Qin Yiyang pressed the turquoise stone on the hilt, two presses on the left, one press on the right, and press the left and right together, only the sound of rolling could be heard, and the iron door slowly opened.

The initially narrow space suddenly widened, and the first thing that caught your eye was a small room. It is said to be a small room, but in fact, it is not cramped inside, but because of two rows of wide shelves, most of the area is consumed. On the shelves, one row is full of books, the other row is full of wine jars, and in addition, there are a table and two chairs, and the furnishings can be described as simple. Qin Yiyang took off the small sword on the door and walked into the room, there was another rolling sound, and the iron door closed automatically.

Qin Yiyang shook the fire, lit the oil lamp on the table, took out the two fragments from his arms, and looked at them carefully. One of them is a fragment of Dingyuan on the ancestral medical book, which was borrowed by Feng Wei in vain before, and now it is reasonable to return it, and there is nothing strange about it. And the other one was obviously unprecedented, Qin Yiyang held it in his hand, and as soon as his eyes touched, he couldn't take it off. There is also a pattern printed on it, but it is a pair of petals and a pair of leaflets, and the upper left of the piece of paper is written with a glyph, which is combined with the "work" on the Dingyuan fragment page to form a "heaven" character, and the lower right word is incomplete, but it seems to have a great relationship with the word "Hades". The two fragments are put together, and they fit together as if they were one.

"That's the case, that's the case..."Qin Yiyang's eyes burst out with a shocked light, and his hands holding the pieces of paper couldn't help but tremble, "This... This... This is the Heavenly Underworld! This is the Heavenly Underworld... This is the Heavens... Hahaha..."Qin Yiyang let out a wild laugh, repeating it over and over again, as if the room was full of people, all waiting for him to tell! But after the ecstasy, Qin Yiyang suddenly realized that the pages of the book that had been combined into one were still not complete. The stalk of the "Heavenly Underworld" pattern on it is cut off when it extends to the edge of the plate, and at first glance, it seems that this sacred grass belonging to the human world has produced four petals and two leaves.

"Where did this half page come from? How could there be a wind in vain? Now that Dingyuan Heavenly Darkness has appeared, what about the soul of the town? Could it be that he... No, it won't... It will never be like this..."Qin Yiyang was worried, and his mind went to Feng Buvain's body for a while, but he immediately denied himself.

As if to stabilize his mind, Qin Yiyang took down a jar of wine, sat back at the table, poured a full glass, circled the wine glass with his fingers and put it to his mouth, the spicy breath rushed up, making him feel refreshed, this altar should be a spirit. He took a deep breath and took a sip, and the wine swallowed into his mouth as if it had become a stream of fire, which passed over his throat, slid through his stomach and intestines, burned all around him, and his eyes were slightly red because of it. In a trance, he felt as if his body was also on fire. In the rising breath, his body flew high into the air, flying towards the more blazing flames. At this moment, he saw Qin Yuan, and the person standing behind him, the person he had been waiting for.

At this moment, could it be... Qin Yiyang narrowed his eyes, and his thoughts were nine heavens, as if he was drunk and hallucinated, and he seemed to be drunk from illusion.

On the birthday, the night of the extinction!

In the midst of singing and dancing, the world in front of Qin Yiyang's eyes became bizarre, and his internal force inexplicably expanded and stirred, like a monster about to break free from the fragile fortification. He forced a smile and told them that he had only left for a short time, and had never returned, or rather, that he had never returned, as he had always done!

Qin Yiyang returned to the house, it seemed that he had stayed for a long time, and finally returned to normal, but his mind was also wrong, and he couldn't remember what happened just now.

The blood on his hands made him incomprehensible. He pushed the door and walked out, even more shocked. The courtyard was full of corpses! Moreover, they were all his Qin Yiyang's closest family members!

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