After constantly changing shapes, the four people finally settled down at the end of the volcanic ruins. This place was a cave of its own, but it was not a small world, but an independent ruin.
The woman put aside her crutches and focused on three things. With one hand, she pinched the ancient magic formula, and with the other hand, she used the magic power to slit her fingertips and force out a wisp of essence and blood to turn into ink, and the pen moved like a dragon or a snake.
ending.
Tankou muttered something, and then, the dim light spread out, tearing open a gap in front of him, which he had to crawl on his knees to barely pass through.
"go in."
She picked up her crutches and took the lead into the space, followed closely by the other three old monsters.
"Wave."
The cracks squirmed and healed quickly, but inside, it was actually a different scene.
There are many tombstones and graves.
The crow, with only bones and rotting flesh left, hangs upside down from its foundation exposed on the ground, and the tangled branches of the old locust tree sing a low-pitched requiem from the deep blue sky.
The central torso is hollowed out.
Well, this is not very rigorous. In fact, it cannot be considered a complete hollowing out, because the missing parts of each locust tree are inlaid with a sculpture carved from locust wood...
Wooden coffin!
Everything I looked at was very strange, but it happened to be incomparably timely and appropriate to the situation. It was strange and natural, as if it should be so. This is the most illogical part.
"Which coffin does the Lord live in?" The four of them seemed to be familiar with the surrounding scene. They were focused on searching for the target here and were not affected by the surrounding things at all.
"answer…"
The woman closed her eyes and felt for a while. Just when she was about to speak, a curious voice came from behind, very abruptly: "What is in the coffin?"
Creepy!
Although the tone was calm and calm, the heartbeat of the four old monsters slowed down by half a beat on the spot, just like an ordinary person being picked up by a ghost in the middle of the night, and he didn't even dare to look back.
Strictly speaking, this cave does not belong to the human world. Without a key to break into this place, no matter what means are used, this person is not something they can provoke.
"Your Excellency...Who is your Excellency?"
The woman kept taking deep breaths, trying to stay calm as much as possible.
"Chen Yi."
"Boom!"
The psychological defense line that was finally built collapsed almost instantly.
If the uninvited arrival was frightening, then the self-announcement was like a bolt from the blue, blasting the four old monsters to pieces and making them dizzy.
Senseless.
Completely confused.
My mind went blank.
How could it be...
The woman turned her head in disbelief. The young master held his sword and leaned against the locust tree. He was dressed in a green shirt, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a trademark smile on his lips, like a spring breeze.
Everything can be faked, except the eyes.
It was the pride engraved in the bone marrow and the indifference of the superior to the inferior. Even if the restraint was tight, the empty pupils still betrayed him.
The real arrogance has nothing to do with arrogant words: I am here, you are in front of me, but you are not reflected in my eyes, you are not qualified to enter my eyes!
This person.
From him, one could not even feel the reverence for heaven and earth. No matter how arrogant or arrogant a monk was, they would all fear heaven and earth, except for the Emperor of Heaven of the Shenyu Dynasty.
There is no doubt about the authenticity of the identity. The woman obeyed without hesitation:
"Inner Sea Demon Sealing Hall, Great Sage Envoy Qianye, pays homage to the Emperor!"
The other three people saw this and quickly followed suit.
Shenkong once led Neihai to surrender, and it was understandable that Neihai Xiu called Chen Yi Emperor, but it was a bit thought-provoking that the people in the Demon Sealing Hall also had such an attitude.
Chen Yi was the one who killed their palace master.
"Tell me, what are they?"
However, Chen Yi didn't dwell on this matter. It didn't matter where he was. What the purpose of these people was was also unimportant. He just wanted to ask questions.
"them…"
The four of them looked at each other, subconsciously trying to hide it. Then they looked up and saw a pair of cold phoenix eyes, and the woman realized that the other party was not discussing with her.
"Rakshasa, they are Rakshasa!"
blurted out.
Rakshasa?
Chen Yi raised his eyebrows.
Immediately ignoring the uncomfortable expressions on several people's faces, he took matters into his own hands, covering the entire cave with his spiritual thoughts and peering into the coffin: the creatures inside were indeed not like those born on earth.
He has red skin, is wearing armor, has his eyes opened angrily, his left arm is pointing outward, indicating the sword mark, and his right hand is holding a sword, which is somewhat similar to the monster that chased Yi Qinglan that day.
The realm is not high.
From the foundation building to the Nascent Soul capping, it is mainly the... origin of this clan.
He remembered that the Rakshasa clan was one of the aborigines of the underworld. Even if the underworld coveted the human world, according to the current time point, they should not rashly appear in the world...
The larger the group and the more advanced the monks, the more they care about the right time and place.
"Xue Fengdao, when did you seek refuge in the Netherworld?"
Straight to the point!
With absolutely invincible strength, there is no need for any scheming.
In fact.
From the first moment he saw Chen Yi, Qianye fell into a state of distraught state of mind. Now that the Rakshasa clan's heel has been exposed, this emotion is even stronger.
What she couldn't figure out was that the Netherworld was limited to legends from beginning to end. Even though they had contact with each other, it was also because of some strange encounters.
Chen Yi.
Five thousand years ago, this young prodigy surpassed his contemporaries in terms of talent and talent.
Where did he learn all this?
