Although he didn't know why he inexplicably dreamed of this place after being in a coma, Ning Fan felt that this was his only chance to get in touch with the deepest part of Kunlun Mountain.
Step by step, he walked into the pitch-black cave and saw some luminous rocks on the rock wall. Upon closer inspection, Ning Fan suddenly felt horrified.
Because those glowing rocks are not stones, but ferocious human skulls.
Some of them emit golden light, while others emit blue or yellow...
Logically speaking, shouldn’t the human skull be white? Why are there so many colors?
Could it be that there is a pervert in this pain who likes to add human bones to make them in other colors?
Thinking of this, Ning Fan couldn't help but feel the hair on his body stand up, and he mustered up the courage to continue walking inside.
There was only a faint light at the front, and Ning Fan had no choice but to follow that light and walk past.
"Gaba!!!"
Suddenly I felt that I had stepped on something. I looked down and saw a human bone. I slowly raised my head and looked into the darkness.
His brows suddenly frowned, and the golden skulls on them emitted light, slowly reflecting into the dark place.
What suddenly appeared in those places were mountains of piles of bones, stretching endlessly, pile after pile.
Ning Fan stood there blankly. What kind of battle scene was this? There were so many corpses piled up.
He took a deep breath and continued walking inside, climbing over mountains of bones one after another.
I don't know how much time has passed, but Ning Fan has already become numb looking at the corpses scattered all over the place.
When we arrived at the place with light, it became much cleaner. At the front was a figure sitting on a stone, with a broken spear standing next to it.
"Is there anyone alive here?"
Ning Fan walked over anxiously and took a look at the man sitting there. He took a deep breath and couldn't help but take a step back.
This person turned out to be...
"Beiming Zun!"
This man has no breath, but his face is still so young, he is Beiming Zun.
"How could this happen? How could Lord Beiming appear in my dream?"
Looking around, Ning Fan saw a figure nailed to the wall. After seeing his face clearly, his pupils shrank rapidly.
To be precise, it was not one person, but two women embracing each other. They were impaled on the stone cliff by a golden spear.
And they are not anyone else, but Ling Fei and her sister Ling Shuang.
"How could this happen? Why do such terrible things appear in my dreams..."
Ning Fan couldn't believe it and continued to run forward, meeting many familiar people, including Mr. Nie, Killing Saint, Nie Wushuang, and his senior sister...
"If this is really just a dream, then let me wake up."
Bang bang bang!!!
Ning Fan slapped himself hard several times, trying to wake himself up from this terrible dream.
But it was of no use at all. He looked around in horror, why did it feel so real? Is there really no way for everyone to avoid the disaster in the future?
Staggering and distracted, Ning Fan arrived at a new place. Ning Fan saw a man, dressed in holy white clothes, sitting there and looking at him with a smile.
"Sister, is that you?"
The face of this person is that of Ning Fan's senior sister Yan Bing. She was originally holy and noble, but now her snow-white dress was stained with blood.