The light twisted and swirled, mingled with the sound of the ancients.

Chen Yuanyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

Everything is gone, and there is no loneliness.

Chen Yuanyuan unconsciously sweated through his clothes, sticky and sticky to his body, very uncomfortable, but Chen Yuanyuan didn't move, he then thought of the second question.

The identity of that Taoist priest.

First of all, he definitely knows the first emperor, so he has an inseparable relationship with the royal family, and what he said is "I am sorry for the first emperor." ”

I'm sorry for the first emperor, then it can only mean that he did something that disappointed or damaged the first emperor.

Such a person must have an identity, at least ordinary people, even the emperor can't see it, let alone be ashamed of the first emperor?

In the palace, there will not be too many Taoist priests dressed like this, Chengtianguan is one, and there is a Taoist priest of Chaoyang Mountain promoted by the first emperor.

But the sentence that the Taoist priest put forward is very worth playing.

Be careful of Chengtianguan, what are you careful of? What does Chengtianguan want to do? It's not good for the royal family? No, Chengtianguan is the state religion of Cao Guoguo, and it is glorified with the country, so if they want to be enemies of Cao Guo, then what kind of conditions does the other party have to offer Chengtianguan to agree?

In other words, there is a high probability that this Taoist priest is a Taoist priest from Chaoyang Mountain, so what does this Taoist priest know? Why does he seem to know everything, but he has landed here and reached this point?

Who made the Taoist priest next to an emperor look like this?

Among them, what role did Zhang Wenli or the Zhang family play?

As for the rest, thinking of this, Chen Yuanyuan's brain hurt for a while, so he fell asleep in a daze, but before falling asleep, Chen Yuanyuan suddenly had a strange thought.

It was as if he had fallen into a big pit.

In the middle of the night, Chen Yuanyuan woke up, Xu had a nightmare, Xu had a stomachache, and he woke up anyway.

Sitting up, he saw that Ye Xiong was pretending to sleep, and Li Guotao was lying on the table, but Chen Yuanyuan knew that he was awake.

Chen Yuanyuan sat quietly for a while, and finally knew how he woke up.

He felt a sudden pinprick pain in his chest, but then it seemed to disappear, as if it were an illusion. Chen Yuanyuan suddenly pulled open his clothes, so frightened that Ye Xiong immediately stood up, ran to Chen Yuanyuan, looked frightened, and said, "What's wrong with the young master?"

Li Guotao also appeared beside Chen Yuanyuan a long time ago.

Chen Yuanyuan didn't answer, because he took out a thin silk from his arms.

The thin silk shimmered with a strange purple.

The purple color was getting brighter and brighter, and it seemed to be about to burn and burn everything. It seems to be mocking, yes, laughing, and even the purple light can make people feel that they have their own thoughts, their own souls.

Ye Xiong held his breath and looked at the purple color in surprise, which looked weird on his face.

Li Guotao's momentum was surging, bringing a strong wind, but it was only within these three feet.

Just when Li Guotao's momentum was circulating, the purple suddenly collapsed and collapsed into a ball of black, as if even the moonlight was absorbed in that moment, and for a while, the entire room reached out without adding five fingers, and even immortal figures like Li Guotao couldn't see anything.

Blinding in a moment.

Chen Yuanyuan didn't panic, he forced himself to calm down, mobilized his five senses, and then, his eyes suddenly lit up.

It is the light of the torch.

Chen Yuanyuan thought about Zou frowned, but found that he couldn't do anything, as if at this moment, his body no longer belonged to him.

A torch burned in front of Chen Yuanyuan's eyes, and the hand holding the torch looked old, like the hand of an old man in a sixtieth year.

Chen Yuanyuan could feel himself walking, and then he heard someone talking.

"We've been walking for about three days since we got here. Chen Yuanyuan was startled, he heard it, it turned out to be the voice of the dead Qian Daoren.

"Yes. Someone replied in his ear, Chen Yuanyuan wanted to turn his head to see who it was, but he found that he couldn't.

The eyes were still so dim, my vision was limited, and I seemed to be walking somewhere.

"It stands to reason that we are in the middle of the day, but we can't see the sun. Qian Daoren said, "Then it can only be said that here," Chen Yuanyuan felt that he had stopped, took out a Sinan from his arms, watched the pointer on it swing wildly, and then said: "The evil spirit is overflowing." ”

The old voice continued: "But there is no way to go on like this, perhaps it is the evil spirit that has confused our minds, and we have been going around in circles without knowing. ”

Chen Yuanyuan's gaze stopped suddenly, as if he saw something, and moved the torch up, and sure enough, he saw a stone tablet erected in front of him, on which were written a few big characters: Bishan.

"Sure enough. Qian Daoren said, looking around, he saw that the surroundings were still like dark nights, the thick fog was churning, and it was thick as if it had come to life.

"We guess we're on the ground. Qian Daoren said, "I used a hundred years of lightning to strike wood with this fire, and even had the courage to borrow a few drops of dragon blood from His Majesty to draw it into a 'Tranquility Mantra', if this is still confused, it can only mean that the things in this blood mine are non-human things." ”

"Then what's next?" the old voice asked, not answering.

"Go up. Qian Daoren said.

Chen Yuanyuan was fascinated by it, and kept thinking about it, only to see a sudden darkness in front of him, and then, the scenery in front of him flowed, and he went to another place.

In front of Chen Yuanyuan was a huge, crater-like sinkhole, and at this moment, this pit was spitting out white bones, blood, and black mist that could not be dissolved.

It was still Qian Daoren, and he only heard his voice extremely solemn, and said to the old voice: "Let's go back now, this scene is no longer something we can deal with." “

No one answered.

Chen Yuanyuan was in surprise, and suddenly felt that the breath of his body was stagnant, and then, his back was pushed hard, and he fell towards the abyss.

"You!" Qian Daoren's voice was shocked and angry, and Chen Yuanyuan's heart beat faster, even if Chen Yuanyuan knew that this was in Qian Daoren's memory, he couldn't help but feel that fear.

A round of blood moon shone down suddenly, illuminating the face of the person who pushed Qian Dao people down.

Chen Yuanyuan was completely stunned.

That's not a person at all.

The black mist that spewed out hung over the humanoid creature's exterior, and it was impossible to see what it was, but the protruding barbs on the arm, as well as the streamlined body, were clearly not owned by humans.

I only heard the old voice of the humanoid creature, laughing ruefully, picking up the torch that had fallen on the edge of the abyss, caressing it on its face, rubbing it, and suddenly, opening its big mouth, swallowing it in one gulp.