The black mist under his feet rose extremely fast, and before Dao Zhou flew closer, there were already signs of engulfing Han Shi, this black mist was the embodiment of the artistic conception of dryness, which came from the heart, so it was unavoidable.

"Dao Zhou, I'm sorry, this is my life!"

Under Han Shi's gentle push, the transparent sarcophagus slowly flew towards Dao Zhou, and then, his hands completely disappeared into the black mist, leaving only one that was still the same as back then, when a person and a butterfly first saw it, it contained a sincere gaze.

This gaze has never changed, just for a moment, it made Dao Zhou's heart feel an indescribable discomfort, watching the black mist swallow Han Shi little by little, it almost wanted to go crazy.

Han Shi's figure, and the flower on the other side of his fingertips, completely disappeared into the black fog, and the scope of this black fog was not large, about ten zhang.

I saw a flash of light, which came from afar in an instant, passed straight through the black mist, and revealed his figure at the other end, which was Dao Zhou.

At this moment, in the monstrous anger, there is still a trace of doubt and fear.

It looked at the ten zhang black fog in front of it, and forcibly pressed the impulse in its heart, this time through, it seems normal, in fact, only it knows that in this short distance of ten zhang, it feels as if it has gone through thousands of years, it has lost its way countless times in the black fog, and finally can get out, not only luck, but it is likely to be related to the fact that the black fog has not yet been fully formed.

Dao Zhou has no doubt that if he rashly steps into it again, he will really never be able to get out again, it is not that he is afraid of being trapped in it, but that Han Shi entrusted Qingmei's sarcophagus to it, if it is not there, I am afraid that it will be taken by Xiaoxiao.

And the most important thing is that in this black mist, it can't detect Han Shi's breath at all, and even the induction of phantom blood is completely lost, as if Han Shi has completely disappeared from this world.

It seems that in this black fog, there is another world, or rather, a way to another world.

This black mist is too weird, and all its illusions have no effect.

Watching the black mist gradually solidify and become more and more pitch black, Dao Zhou fell into deep thought, and gradually, in its pair of small eyes, it revealed resoluteness.

It decided, right here, waiting for Han Shi to come out of the black fog, it believed that no matter how deep the suffering, if anyone could break through all this and find the way back, only Han Shi.

At the other end of the black fog, where Dao Zhou could not see, the sarcophagus of Qingmei slowly floated, on top of the sarcophagus, there was a cyan stone qin, which was the fossilized qin of Han Shi's natal bluestone, and now, this qin was dull, the cyan on the surface was almost gone, and the cracks on it were all over the place, but the strange thing was that the whole stone qin seemed to collapse at any time, but it always maintained a complete appearance.

Dao Zhou's self-confidence and trance made the surroundings of the sarcophagus defenseless.

A figure quietly appeared in front of the sarcophagus, and as soon as this person appeared, his eyes showed a thick look of greed, and he stretched out his hand to grab Shiqin.

This person is a tall and gloomy old man, it is the King of Qi who spoke disrespectfully to Xu Shan in the blacksmith shop back then, this person is a smart late stage cultivator, in the entire Heaven and Earth Alliance, except for Chen Nan, there are very few people who can make him jealous.

But in this battle, he had to admit that the green-shirted monk was too terrifying, daring to fight against the rules of the Heavenly Dao, and in the end, he actually won, this kind of strength has far exceeded his imagination, even Chen Nan, it is far inferior.

He asked himself, he couldn't even hold out for a round in front of the Heavenly Dao Blade, let alone win in battle.

Therefore, King Qi always just watched from afar, until the green-shirted monk was completely swallowed by his own artistic conception, and Chen Nan was seriously injured and had no time to take care of him, his mind finally began to come alive, especially when he saw the sarcophagus and the stone qin.

"Both things are strange treasures, the old man is bound to get them, with these two treasures, a breakthrough in the baby is just around the corner. Qi Wang Xiuwei broke out in an instant, and under the teleportation again and again, he came to the front of the sarcophagus, smiling, grasping the stone qin, and his gaze, through the sarcophagus, when he saw the woman in it, he showed an undisguised obscenity.

He couldn't have imagined that the Taoist companion of the green-shirted monk was so beautiful, and he had already surpassed countless people in the world.

If it weren't for the fact that the green-shirted monk was dead, even if he had one hundred and twenty guts, he would not have dared to do so.

The gloomy old man's actions made Dao Zhou wake up from his trance, and immediately, two extremely dangerous gazes shot out of its slightly narrowed eyes.

For the first time, Dao Zhou's extreme anger made it not even feel like scolding, and at this moment, it had only one thought, which was to use the most cruel way to completely kill this disgusting person.

The wings on the right side of the Dao Zhou flapped slowly, but the left side did not move, and the irregular ripples went in all directions with its right wing as the center, except for the black fog that was not affected in any way, the rest of the places were all in the moment of ripples, and began to rise and fall.

Within a thousand miles, it began to shake like the surface of the water.

King Qi's complexion changed, and a strong force appeared around his body in an instant, almost tearing his body apart, the hand holding the stone qin, the pain was unbearable, and he had to let go, he couldn't care about looking at the woman's appearance, and he was about to use teleportation to escape.

With his sensitivity to danger, he had already sensed that he had been locked in, and if he didn't escape, he would definitely die, but he roared in his heart, and he couldn't think of anyone else who could have such magical powers that made him retreat.

But soon, his face showed despair, and he laughed miserably, "Can't teleport ......"

A deep sense of regret rose in his heart, regret should not have been born in the heart of the green-shirted monk after he fell into the black fog, and this greedy thought can be described as a sharp and intelligent fainting, sending him to a path of death completely.

Suddenly, King Qi raised his head, and by the black mist, he saw a butterfly, looking at him with gritted teeth, he realized something, but the next moment, in a pain that seemed to overwhelm the three souls and seven spirits, the world in his eyes was shattered into countless pieces......

"Heaven and earth are wrong!" said Dao Zhou softly as the ripple reverberation reached its extreme.

This technique is a branch of the flower technique, which can disrupt the original order of the space between heaven and earth, and at the same time staggered one by one, it can be cut through the space at will, and dominate the life and death of the creatures in it.

Unless the cultivation is better than the Dao Zhou, it will definitely be controlled by it, and even if you don't die, you will be seriously injured.

This mistake is the fault of the mistake, and it is also the mistake of the mistake.

Suddenly, the earth within a thousand miles has completely changed its appearance, the mountains are hanging in the air, the water is flowing backwards, the wood has no roots, the clouds are like frost, and among them, there are pieces of broken flesh and blood, blood is constantly dripping, as if it has just been slaughtered, an eye full of surprise and fear, attached to half of the head, looking at the flesh and blood scattered around, I can't believe that it is his own.

In the roar, the sky and the earth were intertwined, making the core area of this space become a forbidden place for death, and those who were not cultivated enough, once they stepped into the depths, they would immediately end up like the King of Qi, and their bodies would be shattered and die immediately.

In this Heaven and Earth Alliance, only Chen Nan can step into the farthest distance, but at most three hundred miles deep, it is difficult to move an inch, and then go forward, it is the core area.

Without Dao Zhou's permission, even if there are people with great magical powers who can enter the core area, they can't find Qingmei's sarcophagus, let alone the location of the black mist, inside the core area, it's like a huge cocoon, layer upon layer, covering everything in it, completely cutting off contact with the outside world.

This is one of the most powerful illusions that Dao Zhou can cast.

In the core area, the only living beings that exist are Dao Zhou and Qingniu, but at this moment, Qingniu is still in a coma, and in the huge place, only Dao Zhou is left, staying on the stone qin, looking at the black mist that swallowed Han Shi, and fell into silence.

But soon, it also gradually fell into a deep sleep, continuously casting powerful illusions, and the overdraft was so severe that it could no longer withstand it.

With the passage of time, this thousands of miles has become a unique scenery in the Heaven and Earth Alliance, and it has become a good place for many sect disciples to try, but the distance in depth is not calculated according to the inside, but the zhang.

The limit of the Ning Yuan monk is only a hundred zhang, and the foundation building monk is three hundred zhang, if it is Yuan Dan cultivation, it is a thousand zhang, and only when it comes to Yuan Ying cultivation can he dare to go deep into about three thousand zhang.

Among the various sects, only those elders of the Spirit Realm dare to enter the Ten Thousand Feet, but this is also their limit, and if they go deeper, they will be completely lost.

No one knows what is hidden behind it.

They only knew that any disciple who had passed the trial, whether it was the strength of his spiritual consciousness or his perception of the Yuan Force of Heaven and Earth, would far exceed the level of ordinary disciples.

Here, the outer crowd is endless, very lively, but inside, it is lonely like a cold moon.