"In this world, how can there be such a place, exist!"

Ning Feng was extremely shocked, and he was distracted for a while, what heavenly power was running out, what staying time was limited, and even what precautions and vigilance, what language expression ability, all of them were wiped cleanly.

What was left in his mind was only the purest shock, just like the feeling of looking up at the starry sky as if the first Terran ancestor who had opened his mind in ancient times.

More than that, nothing more.

Ning Feng was in the starry sky at this moment.

He is a member of the starry sky.

Out of the door, look at the boundless openness in front of you, this kind of openness is not at all facing the ocean, looking directly at the desert can be compared, even if it is nine days, encompassing Kyushu, it is difficult to compare with it.

Ning Feng could finally truly feel the meaning of the word "small".

"Brush!"

A meteor, with a long starlight flame tail, brushed past where Ning Feng was.

Suddenly, he felt that the place he was was trembling violently, and his footing was unstable, and he was almost about to fall down.

Ning Feng didn't care at all, but stared at the meteor deadly.

From the moment he passed by, his gaze followed only the meteor, until only a long line of stardust was left across the starry sky, and he could no longer see clearly.

"Whew~~"

Ning Feng exhaled a long breath, and his chest cavity collapsed, as if it was not so, it was not enough to express whether he was moved or depressed in his chest at this moment.

"I see it clearly. ”

"On the meteor, it turned out to be like this. ”

Ning Feng was very suspicious, even those old ancestors in the Sun God Palace. Is there a way to see the same scene as what he saw at the moment?

He saw. There is a thick layer of ice on the meteor. It was cleaner than all crystals, and there was no dust;

He saw that under the ice, there was no earth and stones, only pitch-black metal condensed into pieces, as if it had been smelted in the furnace of heaven and earth, and it was already the finest material.

"If it falls into any place, it must be a natural treasure that countless people are fighting for, right?"

Ning Feng thought. The shock in his chest was distracted, and he finally let him go and regained his ability to think.

Looking up, all the places he could see were pitch black to infinity, a complete void;

Or, the stars are floating, showing their size with the distance, all of which are eternal.

Vast and far away. It was a shock and insignificance that you can't feel when you look up at the starry sky on the ground, after all. He is now one of the stars.

Ning Feng stomped his feet heavily, feeling the power of the backlash, forcing himself not to indulge in the nebula and stars that were completely different from what he saw on the ground, and to focus on his eyes and feet.

"Perhaps, from a further distance, the place I am in now is also a star, right?"

Ning Feng thought and smiled dumbly, "It's just the stars, and it's a little smaller." ”

It's small, and he can see through it at a glance.

After Ning Feng stepped out of the door, the place he was in was only the size of a hundred zhang in radius, and it was pitifully small.

Looking back, I saw a lone door, as if it were about to collapse with a loud vibration.

Ning Feng didn't think about why this door was opened here, and he didn't even think about what if he opened the door and couldn't go back to the original place.

Wouldn't that be a lonely stay on a broken floating platform in the starry sky, alone for the rest of your life?

Ning Feng didn't have the heart to worry about this, worry about that, his attention was all over this square area.

Broken, broken indeed.

Ning Feng's eyes did not let go of an inch, and every inch seemed to be whispering and confiding, complaining of grievances, and crying loneliness.

The edge of the platform was not flat, on the contrary, it was full of intertwined canine teeth, as if it had been torn alive.

The front and back, left and right, up and down, should have been stretched endlessly, but I didn't know what kind of strong force it was broken by.

The existence of a similar platform under his feet, in the void as far as Ning Feng's eyes could see, floated one after another.

Some are on top, some are below, some are left and right, and some are front and back.

They are not static, but they are circling something, constantly changing their trajectory, as if they will float so endlessly.

"I'm supposed to be constantly moving, right?"

Ning Feng scratched his head, a little unsure.

In this place where there is no direction and no reference, he can't even give an accurate judgment on whether his house is constantly moving.

This point didn't distract him too much, but it dissipated like a floating cloud.

Ning Feng took a few steps forward, but he stopped near the edge of the platform and squatted down.

Near his left, there were two other things on the entire platform, except for the door and Ning Feng.

Yes and only!

The rest is empty, lonely and cold, like a cold palace in the sky, and the autumn does not change.

One is a small sapling-like existence, tenaciously growing in this place where there is no soil, no rain and dew, and no one carefully cultivates.

The saplings are green in color, and their branches are crystal clear and clear much more than coral, but they look like plants watered by glass.

Each sapling has only a few plots, and it is easy to count the leaves.

The veins of the leaves are clear, and the pieces are different, like human palm prints, and there is a kind of liquid flowing in it.

Ning Feng observed from the bottom up, and soon his gaze fell to the top.

At the height of each small sapling, there will always be a few pieces of jade that are only the size of a little finger and have a strange shape.

These jade pieces don't feel crystal at all, but like those fruits that lack moisture like horseshoe, like freshly milled white raw rice.

They have different colors, dazzling, there are seven kinds of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, but there is no feeling of flowers, and the layers are very clear.

"Huh?"

Ning Feng raised his eyebrows, with his keen observation. I noticed a little bit when I landed.

"Purple is the least. Crimson is the most. It's the opposite, with purple at the top. ”

Ning Feng had a feeling that their color and location were as if the monkey group had the most female monkeys in the monkey group, and the short old and ugly man was followed by a group of beautiful girls, and they were either powerful or rich......

"It seems that purple is the most precious. ”

He didn't think the analogy seemed a little weird, and he made a judgment with confidence.

"I don't know what special role these little jade pieces have, so I think they should be very valuable. ”

Ning Feng muttered to himself. It seems to be speculation on the letter, but the tone is almost confirmed.

In this obviously magical place, there are only two things besides the door and him, not precious, not magical, then hell.

It's just that Ning Feng couldn't enter the door for a while, so he put it aside for a while, and his gaze moved and fell on another thing that was the only one that existed.

That's a stone stele, huh. Or rather, it used to be a stone monument.

Ning Feng crouched down, less than a few feet in front of him. There was a broken stele-like stone, half-buried under the earth and stones, half-exposed to his line of sight.

Even if it is half-concealed, its desolate condition cannot be concealed.

"It seems that it used to be a complete stone tablet, but now it is only a part of the stone tablet, and most of it is buried underneath. ”

"It's, it's miserable!"

Ning Feng stood up, walked to the front of the half-section of the stone tablet, leaned down, and looked at it carefully.

"I don't know where this place came from, and what happened?"

He quietly made a judgment in his heart, "No matter how you look at it, it looks like it was dilapidated after the war." ”

All the damage that Ning Feng saw was not caused by the erosion of the long river of time, as if time was frozen here and avoided it, and he did not dare to infringe.

He was skeptical that this was the case for a million years before he came, and that it would remain the same for a million years after he was gone.

Ning Feng's heart flashed with various thoughts, so as to calm himself down, and at the same time, carefully studied the handwriting on the stone tablet.

He was meant to see what he meant, and he didn't think he could understand anything at all.

After all, in this strange place, if a broken stone tablet appears, it is unlikely that you will encounter the kind of ancestors who made characters like the one in the Cangsheng camp, which can be directly understood.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ning Feng's gaze fell on the handwriting, the whole person trembled, and he couldn't pull it out immediately.

His lips trembled, as if he was about to spit out something, but he was so shocked that he couldn't roll his tongue or pry his teeth open.

"How is that possible...... How can it be...... How could it be ......"

In Ning Feng's mind, these four words reverberated violently, as if countless volcanoes had agreed to erupt together, the seven seas roared together, and the whole world's Hongzhong Dalu played together......

"Yin!"

"Yin!!"

"Yin !!"

Ning Feng finally straightened his tongue, pried open his teeth, and spit out a word.

This word seemed to contain some magical power, and as Ning Feng spit it out and pronounce it correctly, countless echoes immediately filled the entire floating platform.

It didn't feel like an echo, as if time had gone back to ancient times, to before everything was destroyed, countless figures raised their arms and shouted, pouring all pride into it!

Ning Feng was stunned for a while, stupid, and had an irrepressible impulse, gushing out from the deepest part of his heart, where his memory was dusty.

If he didn't still have some sense, if he still couldn't believe it, he wondered if he would have raised his arms and joined the tsunami.

A voice of his own was telling him that he Ning Feng was also a part of it.

"How can this be?"

After a long time, Ning Feng said in a stunned voice: "It turned out to be the word 'Yin', the 'Yin' of Yin Shang." ”

"What's wrong with this world? Or am I still awake and still in my dreams?"

This excuse is not even convincing to him.

Zhong Dingwen, ancient rhyme, is not something that Ning Feng has seen in his life, but any words and sounds he has heard are his

(To be continued......