A small stone mountain, inconspicuous, on this desert island, similar small stone mountains are everywhere, if you really want to say anything special, that is, there are a lot of cacti here, on the side under the small stone mountain, there are obvious traces of the cactus being trampled, the yellow-brown cactus is trampled into the mud, mixed with the withered grass, and there are steel needle-like needles on the cactus on the mud.

Dong Ditian stopped, looked down, expressionless, and then he brushed aside the wild vines crawling on the rocks, they were slightly yellow, and they were swept down, because they had been cut down a long time ago, and they were still hanging here, just to continue to cover up.

The yellow mud on the original stone has been lying down, there are three lines of small characters on it, it seems to be written by hand, the handwriting iron painting silver hook, as if it can penetrate the stone, sharp, but its words, and full of a sighing taste.

It reads:

Shifted the times,

Steaming away time,

There is always a time when the grand wish will come true.

Feng Qinglang suddenly recognized this kind of stone full of texture, it is called magic steel stone, and the founder sculpture at the foot of Mingguang Mountain is made of this precious stone.

Dongdi Tian stared blankly at the few lines of small characters, poked out his index finger, and rewrote it stroke by stroke, and when it came to the stroke at the end, he paused for a long time, as if he was feeling the mood of the writer thousands of years ago, the whole person seemed to be instantly transformed into a sculpture, Feng Qinglang and Nanxing Soul followed behind him, and secretly glanced at each other, Nanxing Soul turned back slightly, it was looking in the direction of the fishing boat, Feng Qinglang shook his head slightly, indicating that if they escaped, there was no hope.

The shell in the net in the Eastern Emperor Tian's hand knew that the atmosphere suddenly became solemn, and he didn't dare to squeak and say more, but he didn't forget to look at his master with contempt, obviously clearly feeling the idea of escape surging in Nanxing's heart

Finally, Dongdi Tian sighed silently, withdrew his fingers, and didn't know what technique he used, but it looked like such a random push, and the magic steel stone was divided from it, and it was divided to both sides, a stone path that seemed to be paved with black ash, presented in front of him, all the way down, as if it could lead to the deepest part of hell.

Feng Qinglang noticed that Dong Ditian's hand holding the magic lamp tightened tightly before he relaxed again, and then walked in, and the shell in the net continued to look at the two people behind him with disdain, and the big eyes clearly wrote: If you are not afraid of death, don't follow

Both of them were afraid of death, and decisively followed them into the stone path.

Behind him, the stone door slowly closed, and the whole world returned to pitch black, only the magic lamp not far ahead, became the only light source, and the black ash reflected on the ground seemed to be plated with a layer of deep silver, full of silver-gray oppression, and the figure of the Eastern Emperor Tian flickered in the light, sometimes feeling extremely reliable and warm, as bright as a lighthouse in navigation, and sometimes it seemed to be completely integrated into the darkness, only the magic lamp was floating in thin air, leading them to continue to move forward.

The further down he went, the colder the temperature became, as if this was a prison of cold and icy wind, Feng Qinglang's current physique, just a body in the forging period, couldn't help but hug himself, and under the light in front of him, he noticed that the air he exhaled was also a cloud of white mist.

After walking for a while, Feng Qinglang guessed that they might have gone to the depths of the water of the Flying Fish Islands, and the Eastern Emperor finally stopped.

In front of them was a large gate, the magic pattern of this gate was ancient and abnormal, the way of starting and closing the pen, with a sense of magnificence peculiar to the era of the Bright Dynasty, some of the strokes always seemed too redundant, only added to highlight a well-proportioned beauty.

Feng Qinglang shivered, carefully observed, and felt an abrupt feeling in his heart, he seemed to have seen such a magic pattern map, so he searched his mind, and soon found the counterpart, it was in the bright light, and Yun Jialuo magic pattern bet, one of the questions, the task issuer is called Captain Lost, claiming that he was temporarily sheltered because of the storm, there are sailors under him, and he accidentally found a dungeon, there is no treasure in it, only all kinds of terrible traps, when they want to exit, the door of the dungeon suddenly falls, Only the lost captain and a few others escaped, so he carved the magic pattern on the door and asked for help everywhere until he met himself, and then solved the puzzle......

Because, in fact, this is not a magic pattern question, but more like a geography question.

At the time, I thought that the lost captain was vague, but now he has proved that his guess is correct, and no sailor can get lost and find this place without intention......

Dongdi Tian stared at these ancient patterns, like talking, and like talking to himself: "Back then, there was a person who found the best magic pattern artist of the Holy Stigmata, arranged the magic pattern here, and found the best dungeon designer, and built everything here, that person kept his promise and did not kill them, but they did not keep their promises, and left a map, so that people finally found this place......"

"When this door is opened for the first time, it doesn't need a key, but it closes quickly, and if they can't escape in time, stay forever......"

In the center of the gate, there is a blank space, which is the center of all the gorgeous magic patterns, Dong Ditian wiped it on his waist, and there was an extra pen in his hand, which was quickly outlined in the blank space, and its pattern was exactly Feng Qinglang's answer that day.

After the last stroke of the entire magic pattern fell in the Eastern Emperor Heaven, it began to flicker rapidly, and then it seemed to form a whirlpool, all of which were in the center, and the whole gate suddenly shone brightly, and slowly opened back......

It is not the smell of ancient decay coming out of it, but the fishy smell, the fishy smell of the corpse, Dongdi Tian casually threw the magic lamp to the ground, flicked his fingertips, and a touch of silver-gray light shot directly into the dome, like a spark meeting hay, the space behind the gate suddenly brightened, and a number of night pearls were lit at the same time, illuminating this place as if it was day.

There are a lot of ancient gold coins here, which should belong to the era of the Bright Dynasty, scattered everywhere, mixed with the smell of blood in the wind, a large number of rotten corpses are scattered all over the hall, and many people's limbs are still intertwined, presumably before they die, there was a vicious fight.

Not far from Feng Qinglang's feet, there was a corpse in his hand, and he was dragging a piece of parchment, with the logo of the Mingguang Mission Center on it, and the magic pattern diagram of the correct answer, Feng Qinglang was bitter, this is probably the lost captain, right?

He must have left, and came back a second time, but he was still dead......

A dagger was stabbed in his vest, and with his other hand, he was also pinching the neck of another corpse......

Looking around, there are similar images, presumably this is a disgraceful story, a story of wealth, the spoils and their lives......

Feng Qinglang saw that Nanxing Soul's eyes were full of confusion, and couldn't help but hold her hand, and said softly: "Sometimes it's like this, but it won't always be like this." ”

What he said was human nature, he believed that Nanxing Soul understood what he was talking about, Nanxing Soul understood it, but it was still difficult to understand, there was so much money here, each of them could get enough money, why did they still kill each other?

Dong Di Tian was not surprised by this, and as soon as he raised his hand, the silver-gray flames washed the world, and all the corpses turned into ashes, and the stench was gone.

He walked on, towards the next door at the end of the hall, and continued to say in that tone of self-talk: "Even if they leak secrets, they will never open the last door......