But in the most secret place of the lower world, everything is deserted and filled with sorrow.
The long gurgling water passes over the former mountain gorges and drifts through the mist and clouds. An inexplicable water mixed with various rivers seems to have been abandoned by heaven and earth, silently entering a silent and dead place.
There may have been living beings visiting here, but now they have all turned into mountains of bones. On the broken sand scattered on both sides of the bank, it is as gloomy as the opening of hell, with the underworld leading the way.
The sky gradually darkens as it gets closer to this place.
Until the end of this area, the mysterious and towering hill, the sky has turned completely black, and the thick clouds are as thick as solidification, slowly attracting a little fluorescence on the top of the hill.
The sound of the swamp flowing was swallowed up silently, as if the heaven and earth were silent. The only sound was an inexplicable cry that came from far and near, like a ghost wandering around, and it was unclear where the shrill cry came from.
This place is a forbidden place for dead souls that is inaccessible to strangers.
A raft was on the verge of breaking and ran aground on the shore at some point. No one paid attention, only a slight hurricane blew through, hovering around the broken body on the raft.
At the bottom of the river, like human blood, wisps of blood floated faintly, and then disappeared.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the black clouds continued to surge, like an unknown night.
The remains of the body on the raft were still hanging on. He had lost one of his arms, and his body was covered in scars and strange black and blue blood.
Bloody water soaked through the hemp rope of the raft and flowed into the water.
After what seemed like a long time, Yu Zichai finally slowly opened his eyes.
It was purely a coincidence that he drifted here, and he didn't even know where this place was. Everything was unfamiliar, and the dark colors made a villain like him tremble.
After being unconscious for a long time, his injuries were somewhat healed by Qing Tan Lang, and he seemed to be able to move reluctantly.
He endured the pain in his limbs, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided. After all, in such a dangerous situation, he should first want to survive.
His head felt swollen and painful, as if there was a drum beating inside his skull.
Yu Zichai kept hissing and staggered off the raft and onto the wet sandy beach.
His clothes were extremely torn and the soles of his shoes were leaking. As soon as he stepped on it, the cold water on the sand made his nerves tremble.
Holding on to his sore and numb thighs, Yu Zichai dragged his body forward. Some scattered bones could be seen in front of him, and the scattered dregs could pierce into the soles of his feet at any time, causing an almost inevitable sting.
Wherever he walked, there was a crooked trail of blood on the beach.
After struggling for a long time, Yu Zichai reached a rock at the end of the beach. He climbed up using his hands and feet, breathed for a while, and reluctantly raised his head to look up at the surrounding environment.
black. The darkness coming from the pavement.
This was the first feeling that made his heart tremble when his eyes came into contact with the distance.
No living beings are allowed, and not even a bird can be seen in front of the eyes. The deathly silence that exhausted his words made his breathing become heavier.
As if, like the gate of hell, he was like an abandoned funeral object, alone and despised by heaven and earth.
The more Yu Zichai thought about it, the more he felt inexplicable terror. He also traveled around the world and boasted that he knew the geography of the lower world very well. But just being in this place made him feel the unknown fear for no reason.
However, just as he was hesitating about how to survive, his eyes suddenly saw the top of the hill not far away, which seemed to be shining with a light that was extremely disproportionate to the darkness around him.
Almost unbelievable, Yu Zichai rubbed his eyes hard again and looked over there again.
This time, he was sure. That's right, there is a kind of light in the direction of the top of the mountain!
This discovery surprised Yu Zichai who was in desperate situation. In such a situation, there might be a key to turning disaster into good fortune where the light is.
Sure enough, his fool Chai's life should not be cut off!
Thinking like this, hope suddenly rekindled in his heart.
He climbed down the rock three times, five by two, and looked intently at the lighted top of the mountain.
This mountain is not too high, and it seems not far away from me. Even if I am injured, it won't take too long!
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Outside the Ming Dynasty, at noon, Haoguang shines brightly.
Suddenly, the mountains shattered and the loud sound of landslides and rockslides spread throughout the interior and exterior. The unprecedented huge plume of smoke filled the sky, which was extremely shocking both inside and outside.
After driving straight in, while the smoke and dust were still lingering, two sharp figures carrying floating black feathers broke into the mountain formation outside Zhaosui Mingbang.
"When I opened the door, I said...it's the Black Rain Swordsman, visiting."
After breaking in for a moment, in front of the majestic two-winged mountain city, the master and servant of the Black Rain Swordsman appeared majestically.
The bright black front emerges under the sun without any hesitation. Seeing this, Sangdao Suyouhun, who rushed to the city gate, thought for a moment and had no choice but to open the door to welcome the guests.
The rumble of the gate shattered the dust, and at the moment when the gap was enough for the two of them to pass through, the city disappeared in an instant.
The main city is vast and vast. After Lang Chenyan and the two entered, they were secretly shocked by the continuous tents in the city, as well as the winding passages, and the towering towers in the distance. There were so many people, and the military strength here was indeed unprecedentedly strong.
Eyes covered with dust, they walked through the densely packed tents, surrounded by mourning knives and a group of soldiers, and walked towards the wide and majestic tower in the distance.
Lang Chenyan still tried his best to remain indifferent, and Fu Yunge also restrained his surprise and remained calm. This is the key to the entire plan. Everything must be done carefully to avoid mistakes and failure.
The area inside the main city is larger than what they can see at first glance. It took a lot of time to pass through the camp. During this period, everyone was in a stiff atmosphere and just marched silently.
Finally, they reached the tower, which was distant at first.
It is majestic and majestic, as if the mountains are ahead. Fu Yunge raised his head slightly and saw the four characters "Tiger Tiger Tower" hanging high in front of the main entrance of the tower.
Dazzled by the blown gravel, Fu Yunge lowered his head and rubbed it. The mourning knife stepped forward to open the door. As the door opened, the mysterious tower slowly appeared.
Everyone filed in one after another. Before entering, Fu Yunge took a look at the ground environment outside the tower and secretly felt confident.
The light inside the tower was dim, and there was a faint smell of dust in the air. There are guard soldiers on each floor inside, which seems to be perfectly protected.
Sang Dao led the two of them upstairs step by step, leaving two people to assist with guarding each floor. At the top of their destination, only two soldiers followed them.
Even the top floor with the smallest space can accommodate thousands of people. The floor is covered with soft carpets, with lifelike tiger heads woven on them. At first glance, it seems a bit soul-stirring and chilling.
At the far end is the first of three buildings covered in thick real fur. The brocade-like animal skin droops on the carpet, looking majestic and lazy.
