I noticed that my face seemed to be numb and itchy, a bit like the touch of debris falling on my skin, and the confused Qingyun was awakened in an instant.

"I'm alive!"

He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself in a dark place where he could not see his fingers, and there seemed to be a very small spot of light on his head.

“Where is this?”

He muttered to himself in a daze.

Immediately, Qingyun subconsciously touched the treasure bag in the dark bag, and wanted to open the fire note in it, but after touching it, he was shocked:

"I've changed back!"

He quickly lit the fire and looked around. Qingyun was shocked and immediately became happy!

Because Xiao Luoyi and Zhong Xiao were lying quietly not far away, judging from their even breathing, they should be safe and sound.

"Sister, wake up!"

Reflecting the fire, the young master wiped the dust on Xiao Luo's face first, then gently patted her face and shouted softly.

"Let me sleep for a while."

Xiao Luo, who was a little confused, said a sweet voice, and then turned over and wanted to continue a fun trip with Zhou Gong.

"Sister, wake up, we're back!"

"Don't make a noise!"

Xiao Luo, who had closed his eyes, replied coldly, which made Qingyun feel whisper in his heart and said intimately:

"You always look like a cold elder sister, but why do you look like a child when you sleep?"

Although Xiao Luoyi was unaware of the Qingyun's complaints, she suddenly opened her eyes again when she was driven away, and sat up straight and exclaimed:

"We're back?!"

Looking at the somewhat dusty but extremely familiar face, Xiao Luo only felt a slight smile on his face, and then gently left a slightly cool lip mark on the young master's face.

"Ahem."

At this time, Zhong Xiao also woke up, but he didn't dare to disturb the couple's affection. He coughed twice awkwardly to show his presence.

Xiao Luo has always had that cold personality. Even if he is shy, he rarely shows it in front of outsiders. There is no sign of shame on his charming face. Instead, Qingyun was blushed and coughed lightly like Zhong Xiao.

"I thought we were dead, and I don't know how we came back?"

In order to relieve the embarrassment, Zhong Xiao tried to ask, but both of them shook their heads when they heard this, and no one knew the answer.

After getting up, Witch Xiao dusted the dust from the black veil, then a little in the void was raised, and a ball of spiritual power floated on her fingertips, looked around and said in a deep voice:

"I guess the powerful man in the illusion sent us back, and it seems that he has no intention of killing us."

Then she looked up like Qingyun, and said after a moment:

"This place should be the crack of the Spirit Mirror Sacrifice Hall. We fell into it and then entered the illusion."

Her analysis brought back all the memories and thoughts of the two of them a few days ago. At this time, Zhong Xiao's face suddenly darkened and he said in a cold voice:

"I remembered that Haidailou fell down with the injured and coma Quanlinfeng. Since they had entered that illusion, they must have returned here too!"

Qingyun's eyes flashed slightly when he heard this. He did not answer the words, but asked Xiao Luo:

"Sister, is the fairy spirit my father has sent to you still there?"

When Xiao Luo heard this, he remembered everything he had experienced in the illusion and quickly inspected it inwardly.

However, after this investigation, Xiao Witch, who had always been in the collapse of Mount Tai but was still unchanged, exclaimed:

"This...this is impossible!"

"The sword energy is still there?"

Zhong Xiao was also surprised.

“Yes…yes!”

Hearing this, he quickly sensed his divine palace. However, unlike Sister Xiao, who turned from surprise to joy, Brother Zhong's face immediately collapsed, and then he smiled bitterly.

At this time, Qingyun's voice brought back his dismal mood.

"Sure enough, I remember the sword technique taught by my father. Brother Zhong, if this is true, although Zhong Liang unfortunately died, Haidailou and Quan Linfeng may not be spared!"

"You mean they're still trapped in that illusion?"

Zhong Xiao said hideously.

"I have no idea."

In fact, Qingyun did not express his deep thoughts because he had a kind of intuition that what everyone had seen and heard before might not be an illusion, but a reality.

Reality that exists in the past.

In fact, without saying much, Zhong Xiao also vaguely guessed some possibilities, but he didn't say anything, and he also casually created a few light balls and groped around the depths of the dark underground.

Unlike the speculation at that time, there was no hot magma under the crack of the spiritual mirror sacrifice, nor any terrifying mechanism traps, but it was indeed a big underground palace.

"Look!"

Qingyun and Xiao Luoyi followed Zhong Xiao's guidance and saw a huge statue more than ten feet tall standing quietly in the underground palace.

"It's an ancient monk!"

Xiao Luo raised his head and exclaimed.

The dress of the man cast in this statue is no different from the ancient remnants in the thirty-three realms. Although he is not ragged, he is even more quaint with his bare feet.

His face is strong and angular. Although his appearance is not very clear, it can still be seen that he is about fifty years old. His face in the Chinese character reminds Qingyun of the everlasting flow that he has not seen for a long time.

After thousands of years of baptism, the statues are inevitably bumpy, but they still emit a faint light of inspiration. It can be seen that if this person had not been able to cultivate his cultivation back then, he would have been worshipped for many years and was full of faith.

Looking up, the statue seemed to point straight to the sky, and the other arm seemed to stretch its palms flat, but there was nothing on the palm, as if it had been supported by something.

After Zhong Xiao expanded the spiritual light ball, he also sighed:

"This person must be something we can't look up to in the past."

"yes."

Qingyun stared at his empty right palm and replied thoughtfully. At this time, the rational Xiao Luo asked:

"Fellow Daoist Zhong, have you ever discovered traces of Haidai Tower and Quan Linfeng?"

Zhong Xiao's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice, with a faint fear mixed in his voice:

"The underground palace is not big, and there is nothing else in this statue and altar, and there is no sign of human beings falling to the ground."

Having said this, he stopped talking and did not dare to delve further.

Xiao Luoyi blinked his beautiful eyes and nodded slightly as a response. The three of them seemed to know them all. Zhong Xiao didn't dare to think about such a terrifying and terrifying method.

He even had a vague concern. If he told this matter out loud, it would be fine if others believed it or not. The key was that if the powerful man who attracted the thunder to heaven knew about it, he would probably not be far from Liangliang.

Of course, what he was even more afraid of now was that he was killed without blinking in front of him and the legendary son of Yi Qing. After all, he knew too many shocking secrets.

“Reversal of time and space…”

After he said these four words intimately, Zhong Xiao's thoughts were interrupted by Qingyun's inquiry.

"Brother Zhong, are we doing a dance before we enter the illusion?"

"Not bad, but judging from the final situation at that time, it should be that you completely completed the dance of the sacrifice and thus entered the next stage, Lingdian."

"Um."

After a huh, Qingyun asked again:

"Brother Zhong, do you know what Lingzhang has to ask?"

"According to the translation on the mural, it seems that it is necessary to strengthen the essence of flesh and blood of creatures, but we can't find these things in a hurry, so we prepared some tributes according to the current customs, but the effect was mostly achieved."

Zhong Xiao pointed to the light spot "in the sky" and said to himself.

Qingyun knew that what he was talking about was the cracks and the door of the mural, but he turned his body and pointed to the altar in front of the huge statue and said:

"Look, there are tributes here too."

Upon hearing this, Xiao and Zhong looked closely and found that the ashes, which had been corrupted to the point where only part of the bones were left, were placed alone on the altar.

Although he knew that the tribute was not a human bone, it still made people feel indescribable strangeness and disgust. Xiao Luo said:

"It has been through eternity but has been immortal. It seems that it is the flesh and blood of some powerful creatures."

Just when she said this, Xiao Luoyi suddenly stopped, as smart as she seemed to think of something, and looked at Qingyun beside her in shock. After getting the little master's obscure nod, she forced herself to suppress the shock in her heart and changed the topic:

"Fellow Daoist Zhong, I wonder what you know about gratitude?"

Zhong Xiao only regarded Qingyun and Xiao Luoyi's confrontation as if they were looking at each other, but he smiled awkwardly at the inquiry and said:

"Actually, I'm not hiding it with fellow Daoist Xiao. The Yuanhua Realm monks present, including me and Haidailou, did not intend to let those juniors in the Hundred-Meridian Realm obtain such precious treasures. In fact, even if they want to, they can't take them away. Do you understand what I mean?"

With a sneer, a hint of sarcasm flashed across Xiao Luoyi's charming and beautiful face.

Perhaps because he noticed the other party's contempt, Zhong Xiao thought he was quite decent and quickly added:

"Ah, of course, I personally am very opposed to this practice. With my efforts, everyone agreed to put some soup to the younger generations present."

However, this time, even Qingyun's face showed a smile on his face. Zhong Xiaoqing knew that he was getting darker and darker as he drew, so he quickly coughed and returned to the topic:

"Ahem, there is no explanation on the murals about gratitude. Moreover, there are not many monks who still study ancient characters nowadays, and our translation may not be comprehensive. However, according to inference, gratitude is actually a worship of the ancestors."

"Worship? Could it be that we must give a great ceremony to this statue?"

Xiao Luoyi sneered.

She, the Witch Xiao, never worships the sky or the earth but only worships the strong, how could she worship a statue or a dead person?

Qingyun also shook his head. If he guessed it was true, in terms of emotion or reason, he could not worship this person. Even if he was once a peerless powerful person with great cultivation, it would definitely not be possible.
Chapter completed!