Above that, three ice crystal-like divine stones were still suspended in the air, but the people who were sealed inside had disappeared.

Yang Tian was extremely shocked, if he remembered correctly, among these three divine stones, there were clearly three people from the primeval royal family, but now, they all broke out of their shells and did not exist in this world at all.

"Something seems to be going on here. I don't know when the little poem and painting changed from the appearance of the Qiankun ruler to the body, and muttered.

Yang Tian reacted at this time, remembering the fact that the little poem and painting were born here, he glanced at the little poem and painting, and asked, "What happened here?"

Xiao Shihua frowned, as if he was trying to think about something, and only after a long time did he say: "I can feel that the aura here is getting stronger and stronger, as if it is connected to a certain place in the starry sky and resonates with it. ”

"Resonance" Yang Tian muttered, the ancient road of Fuhuang is a legendary ancient road leading to the starry sky, of course, what the truth is, there is no way to investigate, but at least the legend is rumored to be like this, here can lead to the outer land.

Outland

"Poetry and painting, then do you know, how can you leave from the Fuhuang Ancient Road?" Yang Tian asked.

"There are only two ways to get out of here, one is below and one is above. Xiao Shihua said, suddenly sad, and her voice gradually became weaker, "It's a pity that no one seems to have left." ”

Yang Tian was stunned, and then looked at the top of his head first, the white jade stone steps did lead to the top, but he didn't know where it would lead, it seemed beautiful, but it always made him feel a palpitation.

Looking down again, it was pitch black, a bottomless abyss, like a big monster opening its mouth waiting for him to jump in, which also made Yang Tian's heart chill.

"Which way should I go, then?" Yang Tian asked again.

A trace of confusion flashed in Xiao Shihua's eyes, and he shook his head and said: "As far as I know, both roads can enter the outer realm, but the upper one is the Heavenly Road, and the lower one is the Huangquan Road, both of which lead to the distant outer realms. ”

Yang Tian was stunned, and after hearing such an explanation, his heart became even more confused.

"Where is the Outlands?"

Xiao Shihua shook his head: "The outer land is just a legend, and no one knows where it is. ”

Yang Tian was speechless for a while, looking at the top of his head from time to time, and then at the abyss under his feet, hesitating.

He has to go to the outer land, not to mention anything else, even with the current situation of this continent, I am afraid that there is no need to wait for the true demon turmoil in a thousand years to destroy this world, and it will not be long before the demon of the God's graveyard will also be born and destroy everything.

The matter was far more serious than Yang Tian himself had imagined.

Yang Tian hesitated for a moment, and finally turned his gaze to the bottomless abyss under his feet, among the two paths, he finally took a fancy to this road, the road to heaven seemed to be transparent, but it gave Yang Tian a very uncomfortable feeling.

The more scenery like that, the more hidden murderous motives there are, so he chose the Huangquan Road under his feet.

"Little poetry and painting, if you are afraid, you can turn back into a ruler, and I will protect you. Yang Tian smiled at the little poem and painting.

A hint of retreat flashed in Xiao Shihua's expression, but he still shook his head, bit his lip and said, "Brother, I don't want to retreat, I want to face it bravely." ”

Hearing this, Yang Tian smiled and nodded, but when he noticed the abnormal scene of poetry and painting, he seemed to understand something, in the past, even if it was murder, Xiao Shihua was not afraid, but he was so afraid of this ancient road, what happened?

Yang Tian didn't think much about it, took Xiao Shihua's hand, and jumped towards the abyss under his feet.

The yin wind blew on his face, and the cold wind blew up the hair of Yang Tian and Xiao Shihua, feeling the biting chill, and looking at the bottomless abyss under his feet.

Yang Tian thought of a lot for a while.

Legend has it that this is a path that only great sages and saints will take.

Immortality is everyone's dream, but in this world, there is no such thing as immortality, unless you can only become eternal immortal by ascending to the Nine Domains.

Under the erosion of the years, even if you are a saint, you can't step into the realm of a feathered saint, and in the end you will still become a piece of loess, and because of this, the ancient road of Fuhuang carries the dreams of many people.

It's just that 10,000 years ago was still different from the present world, at that time, many big people would enter here to find immortal fate, or hope to find another way, you can enter the Nine Domains.

Even if it's to get by.

After all, the path of cultivating immortals is too long, not so much to lead to the Nine Domains, but to the grave, even if not to mention the impermanence of life, what changes have occurred, I don't know how many people have cultivated penance, and in the end they still can't escape the cruelty of the years, they can only be unwilling and confused.

Yang Tian suddenly felt that there was a sad aura spontaneously, and cultivating immortals seemed to have unlimited benefits, but after all, it was still a point of no return.

Only the strong win, and the loser can only regret it for a lifetime and die with unwillingness.

Soon, they fell to the bottom and landed on the wet dirt.

There are no fingers to be seen here, and there is a hazy chaos all around, as if it was a scene that was born before the world was opened.

"Huh. The little poem and painting suddenly groaned softly, stretched out his little hand, but saw a white skeleton at his feet.

Yang Tian was taken aback, and hurriedly pulled the small poem painting aside, opened the eye of the sky, and cautiously looked at the white bone.

These white bones have decayed, and there are mottled monuments faintly flashing on them, obviously they are no longer people of this era, they should be in a longer time

"Daxian's bones, it seems that 10,000 years ago, this place was really popular, but why did they die?" Yang Tian muttered softly, looking around vigilantly.

"Be careful, don't breathe. The little poem suddenly covered Yang Tian's mouth, and his eyes flickered slightly.

Yang Tian nodded, although he didn't know what it meant, but the little poem painting would definitely not harm himself.

As soon as he thought about it, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, and suddenly blew Yang Tian's black hair away, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he only felt that his whole body was paralyzed.

This seemingly inconspicuous wind is actually poisonous!

Yang Tian was shocked in his heart, as a monk, how long had he not tried to be threatened by nature, if Fang Cai Xiaoshihua hadn't reminded him, I was afraid that he had already inhaled the poisonous gas and died.

"The poisonous gas here is very poisonous, and Daxian will be stunned by poison, and these bones under his feet are the best example of the future. Xiao Shihua said, holding Yang Tian's big hand, and walked forward step by step.

Yang Tian nodded, this hazy chaotic land was extraordinary, even if he opened the Heavenly Eye, the visibility was very low, and the divine thoughts were unable to penetrate the chaotic qi, which was particularly treacherous.

After walking for a long time, it was clear that a few corners were spared, and dry bones would appear from time to time along the way, and it was obvious that many people died along the way.

"Follow my steps and step on the blue lattice below. Xiao Shihua suddenly spoke again and reminded loudly.

Yang Tian was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at his feet, it was okay not to look at it, but he was taken aback at a glance, there were all kinds of colorful lattices on the ground, which looked particularly weird.

The little poem and painting stepped on the purple grid first, and every step seemed to have a certain pattern. Yang Tian didn't dare to slack off, it seemed that there were many organs here, and it was really not a good place, for fear that he would lose everything if he was not careful, so he hurriedly followed.

This lattice road is not far away, but there are still countless bones piled up here, and you can vaguely see sharp blades stuck in the bones, which seem to be mechanisms in this place.

For Yang Tian, it was really unbelievable that such a seemingly inconspicuous mechanism could actually shoot Daxian, but he knew that a mountain was higher than a mountain, and anything was possible, so he simply didn't think about it anymore.

As the little poem and painting crossed the hurdle here, Yang Tian also walked out, and there was no crisis along the way.

Yang Tian suddenly stopped, only to feel some cold sweat on his forehead, think about it carefully, this road seems simple, but step by step crisis, if he is not careful, I am afraid that he has already died here.

He couldn't help but look at the little poetry painting, and subconsciously asked, "Poetry and painting, have you been here?"

"I don't remember. Xiao Shihua shook his head, and his face was full of confusion.

"Then how do you know about these mechanisms?" Yang Tian asked.

"Probably be. Xiao Shihua's answer was a little vague, but he looked ahead and said, "There is a cemetery in front, don't make any sound, no matter what you see, don't believe it." ”

Yang Tian glanced at Xiao Shihua in astonishment, but saw that she had already walked forward alone, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and his head instantly became cranky, but he was quickly restrained.

"Whew. Yang Tian exhaled softly, and then slowly followed the little poem and painting forward.

The abyss of this desolate ancient road is indeed a little beyond his imagination, but he didn't expect that it is not an existence staying here, but everywhere, which is incredible.

But even so, there are countless great sages, and even this mechanism can't pass, so many people have fallen, just because of this damn mechanism.

Yang Tian suddenly found that this was fundamentally different from the immortals he had fantasized about when he was a child on the earth.

At this moment, Yang Tian is clearly like a lonely boat drifting in the sea, unable to find the direction he came from, and the only thing he can rely on is the small poems and paintings like bright lights to guide the way.

Suddenly, Yang Tian's eyes flashed, and two figures appeared in front of him, walking towards him.

The moment he saw these two figures, Yang Tian froze in place, tears inadvertently crossed his cheeks, and he couldn't help but shout softly: "Dad, Mom"