The world was spinning for a while, and Song Pingcun felt that his head was spinning, and then he fell directly from the air. He tried to stabilize his body, but there was no spiritual power in his body, which shocked him.
He quickly hugged his head tightly so that he didn't fall flat when he landed on the ground. Even so, body pain that he hadn't felt for a long time followed.
It seems that this teleportation distance is not close!
It took a while before Song Pingcun got up from the ground.
When he looked up, he saw Ibsen looking towards the sky with a sad face. Unlike the white clouds he saw floating on the Blue Star and the Colorful Star, it was a red color, and even the clouds seemed to be dyed red.
Song Pingcun didn't notice Song Jiao and the others, but fortunately Liu Yiyi was still in his arms. But not only was the spiritual power gone, even the soul seemed to be suppressed. He quickly called out to the ancestor in the sea of consciousness, but the ancestor in the sea of consciousness was also silent and did not answer.
"Where...where is this?" Song Pingcun asked in shock.
"A land of hard labor!" Ibsen lowered his head, turned to look at him, and said in a deep voice, "We are exiled."
Song Pingcun turned around and looked at Ibsen and found that his face was a little pale.
"A place of hard labor?" Song Pingcun knew it was not a good place as soon as he heard the name, and asked quickly, "Aren't we being transported to the Five Colors Palace? How could this happen?"
Ibsen sighed and said: "This is Master Yunzi's arrangement, we are exiled."
"Why?" Song Pingcun asked in a cold tone.
"Why?! You have to ask yourself, if it weren't for you, how could I have fallen into the trap and been exiled with you!" Ibsen smiled bitterly, he no longer even felt angry or angry. "This place of hard labor is an exile planet dedicated to imprisoning villains. When we are transported here, we don't have to think about anything else. Just living is a luxury."
Song Pingcun was shocked, this Yunzi wanted to kill people and silence them. But the matter has come to this, and it is too late to regret. He took a deep breath and turned to look around.
Only then did I realize that there were almost no plants on the ground, not just in the sky. They were all bare, but it didn't look like it was caused by drought.
"Don't look at it. Without spiritual power, everything edible here will be eaten. Including people!" Ibsen seemed to know this place of hard labor very well.
"What on earth is going on?" Song Pingcun couldn't walk around until he figured out the situation.
Ibsen had nothing to hide at this time, "I originally went to the Five Color Palace to ask for help, how can I let you leave. That woman Yunzi said that you have a great emperor background behind you and cannot be offended, so the only way is to trick you into leaving. And it has to be far away, preferably this place of hard labor. Only here the emperor will not know your news. Even if you have the background of the emperor, it is impossible to find out."
"Then you..." Song Pingcun asked puzzledly.
"This woman is so vicious that she even plotted against me. I guess the Xinghe Shen Sect has been exterminated by now." Ibsen burst into tears when he thought of this.
Song Pingcun couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart.
"What are we going to do now?" Song Pingcun asked, "We can't stay here forever, right?"
Hearing this, Ibsen smiled bitterly and said: "It's best not to run around. It's very dangerous here. I don't know how many people are left here, but no matter how many people there are, they are extremely evil people. They have no spiritual power or soul. Everyone is... Same. No matter how high the realm is outside, you have to work hard to survive here."
Song Pingcun raised his head and looked into the distance, and found that all that appeared in his field of vision were rocks. Whether it was the nearby flat land or the distant mountains, they were all the same, with an earthy yellow color. This was caused by the lack of vegetation over the years.
There was not a single building as far as the eye could see.
"Sect Leader Yi, have you been here before?" Song Pingcun turned around and asked.
Ibsen shook his head, nodded, and said with a gloomy face: "No. It seems that you really come from the distant Danshu star, and you don't even know the place of exile in the northern star cluster. There are rules everywhere here, and there are rules everywhere. There were no rules. Never heard of anyone getting out alive."
Song Pingcun's heart tightened. If it was true as Ibsen said, he was in a desperate situation.
But now is not the time to think about that. Find Song Jiao, Song Kang, and Song Di first. If there are more people, there will always be more ways. Being teleported together, even if they fell scattered from the air when they fell, they wouldn't be very far away.
"What are you doing?" Ibsen thought that Song Pingcun would be very frustrated when he heard this, but unexpectedly, Song Pingcun turned around and walked in the same direction.
"Find your companions first. There are always more ways to do it when there are more people."
"It's useless, no one has ever gone out here." Ibsen didn't even want to move. The future was gone, and so was the sect.
Although there was a burst of bitterness in Song Pingcun's heart, waiting for death was not his character.
After walking around for about a hundred feet, Song Jiao and the others were still nowhere to be seen. But he was asked to climb over a hill and see a dilapidated palace as far as the eye could see in the distance. There is only this building around here. No matter how many people there are in this hard labor place, if Song Jiao and the others see such an obvious building, they will definitely head in that direction.
"Master Yi, there is a palace in the distance, let's go there." Song Pingcun shouted to Ibsen who was still there. Regardless of whether it was his design or not, he also came in, and because of his own nonsense, even Xinghe Shenzong might be gone. He couldn't bear to leave behind an old man without spiritual power.
"What? Are you crazy? If it is an obvious building, there must be someone there, and it must be very dangerous!" Ibsen looked at him in surprise.
"Even if it's dangerous, we still have to go and take a look. Otherwise, what will happen to the current situation?" Song Pingcun asked.
Hearing this, Ibsen was silent for a moment without speaking, but still moved towards Song Pingcun. Even if there was hatred for the annihilation of the sect, in the final analysis it was not Song Pingcun who took action. This hatred was not worth mentioning in the face of survival.
The two passed through rocky hills one after another, getting closer and closer to the palace. But it was getting dark gradually. Song Pingcun estimated that at this speed, they would not be able to reach dawn. "Sect Master Yi, we may have to find a place to hide tonight, otherwise we won't be able to get there even until dawn."
Ibsen also saw it. He was really uncomfortable without his spiritual power. He could reach it with just a few ducks in the past, but now he could see it and his legs were broken.
The two of them looked around while it was still dark, and they found a cave. The entrance was not big, but they could still lie down side by side. Once they entered, it was very narrow, and not even one person could squeeze in. .
There was a huge stone at the door, but the two of them had no choice but to find a few smaller ones, and after all their efforts, they moved to the entrance of the cave. In this deserted place where there is no grass growing, if there is any danger at night, it will not work without taking precautions in advance.
"Sect Master Yi, has this palace always existed?" Song Pingcun asked as he walked forward.
"I don't know, I've never been in. No one has ever gone out since they were exiled. Who would know!" Ibsen shook his head and said, "It is said that this place of hard labor was originally a sect's residence. But these are all legends. Anyway, no one around me has seen its original appearance. If the legend is true, then the history of this palace is too long, and it may have been built in the era of ancient sects."
"Ancient sect?" Song Pingcun asked doubtfully.
"Yes, it is said that the world of the world did not know how many billions of years ago, the land of hard labor was hidden in the void. No one except the emperor knows where it is. I have never seen it before, and I don't know if it is true or not. Just There is no accurate explanation of how this place of hard labor was formed. It seems to have always been there. Anyway, I have not studied it. In my whole life, I am a small sect. Until I die, I never thought that I would become How could a great evil person think of studying what this place of hard labor is?" Ibsen was telling the truth. In his sect, even those in his sect who wanted to be a great evil did not have the ability.
Moreover, the extremely evil people were not killed outside and had to be exiled to this land of hard labor. Doesn’t this also show that these extremely evil people did not have no background? Otherwise, why bother to kill them all.
The night in the hard labor land is completely different from the day.
When night fell, the temperature dropped suddenly. In just half an hour, the ground in the cave seemed to freeze.
"If the temperature is dropping at this rate, it will probably freeze by midnight." Song Pingcun frowned. Without spiritual power, it is equivalent to one's own resistance returning to the state of an ordinary person.
The cultivators themselves wore relatively thin clothing. Even though Song Pingcun's clothes were spiritual weapons, they had never considered their function of keeping warm. Ibsen had already huddled up with his arms folded.
Fortunately for Song Pingcun, the first step of Blue Star's original cultivation system was to regulate Qi, and the second step was to exercise. He had suffered a lot in the Blood Sea, and he had gone from being a dandy with an ordinary body to a person who was not afraid of waves or a head-on collision with rocks. Physical fitness is more solid than the new training system that was later revised.
The white fox in his arms could increase his heat even more. At this moment, he looked like Ibsen, but unfortunately his soul was limited and he could not take out the items in the Qiankun Ring. Even if the most primitive method could be used to create sparks from hard stones, let alone wood, there would not even be a blade of dead grass.
There is nothing we can do now, but fortunately the hole is blocked.
Not long after, there was a piercing sound in the air outside, which seemed even weirder in the quiet dark night.
You must know that everyone here has lost their spiritual power and their souls are restricted. How can there be a sound that breaks through the sky?
