With nothing to do, Yunlang simply wandered around among the ruins. Although the scenery in front of you looks very dilapidated at the moment, it is not difficult to see that there was glory here before.
"The scale of this city seems to be not much different from that of Yangdu. Why have I never heard of such a place?" Yun Lang pondered in his mind as he walked, wondering if he had been taken to that legendary place. The desert ruins in , or the Kingdom of Death.
But when he thought about this, he shook his head repeatedly. After all, he clearly remembered that he came from under the water and had not seen even a grain of sand. Moreover, there was no wind or frost here. It was completely impossible to make these two unfounded guesses.
As they walked, Yunlang suddenly looked back and saw faint bursts of red smoke drifting under the broken stone door behind him, with a suspicious look on his face.
For some reason, he felt a little warm at the back of his head from just now, as if he was being stared at. But every time he turned his head, he didn't see anyone.
Yun Lang walked toward the stone door with doubts, curled his neck and carefully looked inside, but when he saw the situation in front of him clearly, he was even more surprised.
The scenery here is in ruins, mostly gray and white, but this small space is full of life.
The red here is dazzling, like the scorching sun, the green here is delicate, like a clear spring blowing on the face, and there are more colors that cannot be described in words alone, completely using all the senses of Yunlang...
Although there is also white mixed in the beauty, this kind of white is gentle and elegant. It blends all the colors together so that none of them are particularly obtrusive, allowing Yunlang to immerse himself in it.
And among the vitality, is a brightly colored portrait. The two figures on it, one large and one small, are very eye-catching, but the remaining two faces are not completed, which is a little strange.
Looking at the two figures, one large and one small, Yun Lang seemed to remember something and couldn't control his steps and walked towards the stone door...
But before he took a few steps, he felt a red mist drifting in front of him, and then he received a heavy blow to the chest and flew directly out of the stone door.
The power of this attack was not small. Although Yunlang was on alert immediately, his throat still felt hot and his mouth felt salty.
He rolled on the spot and hid behind a stone wall, then stood up and looked forward, and then he saw a figure wearing a gold robe with a chi pattern and red hair appearing in front of him!
Although this man's clothes were gorgeous, they were a bit shabby, and his bright red hair was a mess. His eyes were extremely cold and stern, looking at him with evil intentions.
The red-haired old man looked back at the stone door and whispered something softly, but then turned around with a ferocious look on his face and said: "Haha... Come on! Finally here! You remnant! How dare you let me let you go?" I've been waiting for you for so long!"
Although the man in front of him was in a crazy state, he was very powerful. Yun Lang could tell at a glance that this man was not someone to be trifled with! But it sounds like this man is waiting for me. Could he be the owner of that voice?
Yun Lang slightly compared the two voices, and a hint of nervousness appeared on his face. He hurriedly bowed and saluted: "This senior encountered something on the way down, so he was delayed for some time. I hope senior will not blame... "
"Blame? Hahaha...a joke! How could I blame you?" The red-haired old man laughed loudly upon hearing this, "I have specially arranged the Spark Formation just to wait for you to arrive!"
Yun Lang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he thought that his guess was indeed good! And it seems that the person in front of him must be impatient, and he has already prepared his "gift" in advance, waiting for his arrival! He looked happy and said excitedly: "Thank you, senior! You're welcome!"
"You're welcome?" The red-haired old man's eyes were cold, "Okay! Okay! I want to see how you can be rude to me? Since you dare to come, please stay with me! Star Fire Formation! Get up!" "
As soon as the red-haired old man finished speaking, he saw a few red lights light up among the surrounding ruins, and in the blink of an eye, they connected into a sea of fire, wrapping up towards the clouds and waves!
"Ah! What...what is going on?" Yunlang had wiped his hands and prepared to accept the gift, but the situation in front of him was completely different from what he thought, "Senior, we have no grievances, what are you going to do? ?”
"Hahaha... Such a person without any injustice or enmity!" The red-haired old man had no intention of stopping, "I will let you taste the feeling of prison today!"
When this sea of fire first appeared, it could only spread on the ground, but in just a few words, it rose to a height of several feet, forming a wave of flames!
At this moment, this wave is hitting Yunlang. If it succeeds, Yunlang will disappear in an instant. How can it survive?
Yunlang was afraid of death, so naturally he would not be willing to wait for death. Since the man in front of him was unwilling to let him go, he could only rely on himself to fight for the right to live!
He had been restrained in various ways before and was unable to use the fire technique, but now the fire spirits around him were extremely violent, so he could use it for his own purposes! As long as he can use it properly and make these fire spirits his own, he will never hurt himself again!
Yunlang had made many bets in his life, but there were only a handful of people who could bet on his own life. At this moment, he took a deep breath and threw away all unnecessary emotions. He strangely felt an unprecedented feeling in this sea of fire. The ground feels warm…
Originally, Yunlang thought it was not difficult to use fire spirits, but this time he actually felt a special feeling from the fire spirits around him, which was completely different from what he had experienced in the Jade Pot Sect.
Although he temporarily used the Fire Technique to barely resist the attack of this sea of fire, he was in poor condition at the moment. Once his strength was exhausted, death would be a matter of time...
The red-haired old man was extremely confident in his Spark Formation. After activating it, he stood aside with his arms folded, watching the excitement with a joking face. However, the more he looked at it, the more solemn his expression became. In the end, he couldn't help but step on it. After entering the formation, he reached out and grabbed Yun Lang's lapel and lifted him up.
"How come you, a remnant of the Qi Medical School... can control Yin Fire? Tell me!" The red-haired old man went crazy again, "You are a murderer, you are all murderers! I will strangle you to death to avenge my wife!"
Yunlang was distracted in resisting the sea of fire and had no defense against this person. Feeling that it was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe at this moment, Yunlang tried to struggle in vain. He could only squeeze out a few words: "Senior, please forgive me... I am not a remnant of the Qi Medical Sect... We had... a misunderstanding before..."
"Impossible...impossible! You must be him! I won't forget! I won't forget! You are him...not him! Who are you? Are you also here for Yinhuo?" At this time, the red-haired old man's eyes were distracted. , has completely lost his mind compared to before, and no longer looks like a normal person, "Why...I can't remember anything clearly, why!"
"Senior..." Yun Lang felt that the power in front of him had slowed down a bit, so he struck while the iron was hot, "Senior... To be honest, I followed a voice. It was really just a misunderstanding between us!"
"The sound...what sound?" Hearing this, the red-haired old man trembled, and his voice suddenly became a little trembling.
"Senior...can you...put me down first?" Yunlang's feet were off the ground and his heart was still high. It was really uncomfortable.
The red-haired old man frowned slightly, let go and placed Yunlang on the ground, urging: "Speak quickly! Don't try to play tricks with me!"
"Back to senior...that voice is like this..." Yunlang didn't dare to hide it, and said those eight characters that almost made his ears go numb...
…
In the stone gate, flowers are blooming. In front of the faceless portrait, two figures are sitting. The one on the left is the red-haired old man, and the one on the right is Yun Lang.
But at this moment, Yunlang's hands were tightly grasped by the red-haired old man, and he was very nervous.
"Ahem...Senior, can you let go of me..." Yunlang was panicked by the burning eyes of the man in front of him, always feeling like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Okay! Okay!" Although the red-haired old man said this, his hands clenched tighter and showed no intention of letting go.
As soon as Yun Lang spoke, the attitude of the man in front of him changed. Not only did he dismantle the spark formation, but he also dragged himself here to sit down... However, this made Yun Lang even more restless, thinking that it might as well be It would be nice to die...
Just when Yun Lang was thinking wildly, the old man in red in front of him finally spoke: "It looks like... it's so similar! I'm such an old fool, I didn't realize it just now! Hahaha... I didn't expect that what that guy said was true. …It’s time to repay grievances, and it’s time to wipe out these old grievances…”
Yun Lang raised his eyelids slightly and saw the old man in red muttering to the faceless portrait, muttering in his heart. He thought to himself: Isn’t this old guy talking nonsense? Both faces in the portrait are blank. To say they resemble each other is an insult. It would be better to say they are exactly the same!
While he was thinking, he suddenly felt the old man in red tighten his hands and pull him in front of the portrait: "Yun'er, come here, take a look at your mother..."
"Oh..." The man in front of him had ups and downs of emotions. Yunlang didn't want to offend this man, so he agreed. But as soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help being surprised: "Senior, how do you know my name?" The old man called him so affectionately, Yun Lang felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, but he felt suspicious in his heart and couldn't help but ask.
The red-haired old man withdrew his gaze from the portrait and looked at Yunlang with love: "Because I... am your father!"
"Uh..." Hearing this, Yun Lang's body suddenly stiffened, and the figure hanging by him from the beam appeared in front of his eyes, and his face turned a little pale: "Senior... don't be joking... my father has... passed away long ago... "
The red-haired old man looked disappointed for a moment: "Yun'er was still young when he left, so naturally he didn't remember his father. Please listen to my father explain to you..."
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