Two mountains that reach straight into the sky are closely connected to each other. The tops of the mountains touch with their heads tilted, forming a dark gap that extends from the clouds to the foundation of the mountains.
The two high mountains were dark, lifeless, and without any sound. They were two dead mountains, making the narrow gap between the two mountains look eerie and terrifying.
If the wind blows, the whining sound will echo for a long time, like countless innocent souls wailing, which sounds creepy.
No matter how sunny it is elsewhere, the sky above these two high mountains has been gloomy, dark clouds, and windy for many years, so that the large areas of the mountainous area around the two dead mountains have been cast with a gloomy atmosphere.
Looking down from a high altitude, this gap does not stop at the base of the mountain, but extends all the way down to the unknown underground. No matter how the mountain cracks cry, there is no sound from the cracks underneath.
This is the Crow's Nest Abyss, a long, narrow, dark gap extending from the top of Qianren Mountain all the way down, connecting to the boundless dark prison.
"There's still no movement inside. Could it be that the people from the Holy Spirit Temple haven't found this place yet?" Victoria followed Tang Yan and hid in the branches of an ancient tree. Through the gap, she looked at the gloomy gap in the dead mountain, looking at it.
I feel like my heart is going crazy.
"It's possible that he's already gone in." Tang Yan's left eye hasn't been opened yet. It's like a fire is burning inside, and there are bursts of stinging pains like needles. The left eye cannot be opened, and the Eye of Nirvana is temporarily unable to open.
Providing assistance would cut off Tang Yan's greatest support, so he had to be careful in this operation.
"I very solemnly remind you that you must not confront them head-on. People in the Holy Spirit Temple can exist without the body. Some strong men have even given up the form of the body long ago. Ordinary martial arts have no lethality to them, but they can do whatever they want.
A soul attack can easily severely damage warriors of the same level. It is said that space warriors are the kings and masters of the same level. In fact, soul warriors are enough to balance with them. You..."
Tang Yan interrupted her instructions: "Auntie, your mission is completed, you can leave."
"Go? Where? We agreed..." Before Victoria could finish her words, Tang Yan had already rushed out, and disappeared into the dense forest in a few flashes, never to be seen again.
Victoria gritted her teeth angrily, wishing she could take Tang Yan and kick her in the face. But this was no other place, it was the deepest part of the mountain range, the edge of the forbidden land. She was only in the Martial King realm, and she might die if she wasn't careful.
He cursed a few words bitterly and immediately evacuated the way he came.
Tang Yan didn't want to kill Victoria, but this woman was too scheming and untrustworthy, so he had to let her go. As for whether she could leave safely, it was up to her.
The spiritual power of this mountain is so strong that it is almost as strong as the Eternal Beast Mountain. You can see precious and rare spiritual essences everywhere, and some even grow directly under the roots. If a herb collector enters here, he will faint from the joy.
.
Tang Yan was very anxious, but he was not anxious to sneak into the Crow's Nest Abyss, but anxious to find someone, someone who must be found, and for this reason he did not hesitate to show his true colors.
"He's coming, I can feel it."
In the dim forest, Jingfei Yu Qingling's eyes shone like stars, as if they had penetrated the boundless darkness and extended to a certain area.
Jing Hongyu retracted his gaze from the distance into the Crow's Nest Abyss and looked at his sister in surprise: "You mean Tang Yan? He is really in the Luoyue Mountains! But didn't you say you couldn't feel his aura?"
"He is deliberately leaking the aura of Skyfire, and he is deliberately attracting attention."
"There are many dangers here. If he leaks the aura of heavenly fire, wouldn't he be throwing himself into a trap?"
"He seems to be injured, he is very weak." Jing Feiyu's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and his star-like eyes became brighter.
"Can you determine his location?"
"You can try it."
The two iron tower-like Vajra guards said solemnly: "We have entered the Holy Spirit Temple and are expected to come out soon. Let's leave now..."
"We are not here for the Qianjie Soul-Reviving Flower, but for Tang Yan." Jing Hongyu glanced at the two Vajra guards, his gentle expression sank slightly, and a strange sense of oppression made both of them hang their heads.
No more words. "Feiyu, thank you for your hard work. Find Tang Yan as soon as possible. No matter what method you use, bring him back to Tianji Pavilion safely. This is what my mentor has specially asked."
Jing Feiyu slowly shook his head: "I can't see through Senior Brother, and I can't see through Tang Yan. These are the only two people I can't see through so far, their fortune telling, their fortunes, and their past and present lives.
But my mentor... saw..."
"Teacher, has the deduction been made?" Jing Hongyu didn't know about this.
All this time, their mentors have refused to deduce the future of their senior brother, nor can they see through it. They only vaguely assert that the fate of senior brother has been set by the ancients, setting a trajectory, an uncontrollable trajectory, which is prosperity and prosperity.
Destruction, rise, and fall. At the moment of his birth, he was like a river rushing through the wilderness, leading to an unknown journey.
"Two people who couldn't see through anything came together, and the teacher made a deduction."
"What's the result?" Jing Hongyu was curious.
"It's very vague and unclear. It's just that in the vague future, Tang Yan died and was killed by senior brother."
"What?"
Jing Feiyu was still shaking his head: "Their numerology is very vague. My mentor consumed a lot of life beads before he saw that blurry picture, an ancient road, a bloody battle, Tang Yan's death, and the sky was stained with blood.
But it was just this scene. When the teacher tried his best to continue to understand, an invisible force came back and injured the teacher. It was like the situation when he first met his senior brother. It was almost the same. The teacher was very curious.
, so I want to meet Tang Yan in person."
In front of his sister, Jing Feiyu had no reservations.
Jing Hongyu was silent. Only now did he know that there was such a secret behind inviting Tang Yan. His sister didn't tell the truth until this moment. She even made slight disguises several times before. It was really difficult for her: "I thought it was because of Ghost Qing
fire."
"The ghost green fire is the fire of disaster, and when it comes to Tang Yan, it is no exception."
"Find him first and bring him back as much as possible. Whether the mentor wants to protect him or just want to understand numerology, it is beyond our control."
Tang Yan was sneaking in the forest, centering on the two dead mountains, starting from the outermost periphery and gradually circling, gradually going deeper, and deliberately leaking his own aura, even leaving a trace of green fire in some hidden places.
flame.
Finally, when turning to the third circle, the sneaking figure paused, and the whole person lurked down like a night owl, staring ahead through the messy gaps.
In the darkness of the messy roots and branches, an old figure sat silently, almost blending into the environment. If Tang Yan hadn't explored very carefully, he might not have found out that there was a person inside.
"Come out, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The hoarse voice was very old and gentle. It did not bring a sense of danger, but it seemed to reveal a trace of weakness, and even a slight cough.
"Are you...the ancestor of the royal family of the Yan Kingdom?" Tang Yan asked tentatively.
"Little guy, you made quite a fuss this time. Ghost Qinghuo, haha, no wonder you care about that girl Yuhan." The old man smiled slightly and looked up in the direction of Tang Yan.
Through the dim light, what Tang Yan saw was a pale face, all wrinkled. At first glance, it looked like a crumpled white paper, looking very old.
My heart couldn't help but suddenly stopped, and I was about to sell immediately.
This appearance is completely different from the imaginary image of the ancestor of the Yan Kingdom. It does not even match the image of a saint. It does not have any majesty or majesty, and does not have the slightest pride and dominance. Instead, it looks like a twilight old man who has exhausted the vitality of his life.
, is about to die.
"What, did it scare you?" The old man smiled calmly, his attitude was very gentle, and he felt a little inexplicable.
"Ancestor, what are you..." Tang Yan looked carefully, then stood up and walked up. The closer he got, the more he felt something was wrong. This old age seemed very abnormal.
"Tell your friends not to be nervous. No one here has any malicious intentions." The old man glanced at the darkness behind Tang Yan intentionally or unintentionally, and showed a kind smile.
In the darkness, the pair of pitch-black eyes with no whites shrank slightly, and the black shadow clenched the bayonet in its hand.
"Are you hurt? Who could hurt you?"
Tang Yan has been face to face with the holy beast, and he knows best the feeling of a stream staring at the vast ocean. Today is the first time he has been with a saint, but he feels as calm and kind as the grandfather next door.
The breath does not leak out? Is it because the ancestors of Yan State deliberately restrained themselves?
impossible!
Even if he deliberately restrained himself, the aura possessed by the saint could not be concealed. It could only mean that... he was injured, and it was very serious.
But if you think about it carefully, it must be a fierce battle to make it hurt like this. The battle between saints is enough to destroy the mountains and cause a big sensation.
how so?
The old man is the ancestor of the Yan Kingdom, but now he is weak and haggard and on the verge of despair. "I came here following your news. I have been searching in the Luoyue Mountains for eight days and discovered the Crow's Nest Abyss three days ago. I speculate that Qianjie
The Soul-Returning Flower is probably inside, so...I went in..."
"Did the four-winged white crow hurt your soul?"
"No..." The old man shook his head slowly, and his vicissitudes of eyes seemed to see the situation three days ago: "I didn't see the four-winged white crow, I didn't see anything, there was only one road, an ancient road in the dark, extending
To the infinite void.”
"But what are you doing..." Tang Yan felt strange and anxious. What happened? What is at the end of the road? Where is the four-winged white crow that Victoria mentioned?
The ancestor of the Yan Kingdom was silent, recalling that the original situation was the most bizarre nightmare in his life. "I walked in it for a long time, lost my direction, and lost my sense of time. It is just a road, a boundless road, but
It trapped me for three years and I tried all my means to escape."
"Three years?"
"I thought I had been walking there for three years, but when I came out I found out that it had been three days, but my vitality had disappeared for three thousand years." The ancestor of the Yan Kingdom raised his hand, looked at the wrinkles that he couldn't bear to look at, and smiled bitterly.