The fog here gradually dissipated, and the muffled sound that had been lingering around the two of them disappeared.

Behind him is a vast fog, and in front of him is this sudden ancient ruin.

"The 'momentum' here is very chaotic, so it's best to go around."

Ye Ku looked at it for a moment, shook his head, and said, "You can't go around, as that will only increase the killing momentum."

"You can understand the 'momentum'"

Shangguan Xuanqing was quite surprised. This was a very profound technique, which formed a lineage and complemented the path of cultivation. However, it was not clear. She was surprised in her heart and did not ask.

"This should be a picture revealed by Xuanyin. Whether it is good or bad, this is an alternative test, and accepting it calmly is the best way."

As if he knew what Shangguan Xuanqing was thinking, Ye Ku shook his head and explained.

Ye Ku and Shangguan Xuanqing approached the ancient ruins. They came to the place that looked like a gate, carefully pushed apart the rocky tiles, and dug out the plaque with two halves.

"Keeping the Qingming Festival, these are only in history and are not real."

I knew this was not true, but I had a real touch in my hand, and the roughness of sand and stone rubbed my fingertips. Ye Ku walked into his spiritual consciousness with water to keep the spiritual platform clear and not be deceived by external objects.

This is the past of Xuanyin's manifestation. You cannot call the five elements as you like in the outside world. Ye Ku is very cautious and dare not be careless at all.

"Xiao… Cloud"

The big characters on the plaque are blurred, with few missing corners and paintings. Many places have been smoothed by wind and sand, but the words written on it can still be vaguely identified.

Even if time leaves traces, these two damaged ancient characters still have the posture of flying dragons and flying phoenixes. You can imagine the magnificent momentum of these two characters back then, the image of the overlord, and the charm of the gods.

At this time, Shangguan Xuanqing's eyes condensed, and his expression changed as if he had thought of something. She looked carefully at the plaques in their hands, then turned her head to look at the ancient ruins.

“We are in big trouble.”

Her voice trembled a little, obviously trying to stay calm, and said, "There are so many dangers."

With her personality like this, Ye Ku was a little puzzled.

The word "Xiaoyun" was once prominent in ancient Xia. It was an old story thousands of years ago. It represented a prosperous family, the center of that family and symbolized the glory of this clan. In that lifetime, nine masters who had achieved great success in the feather realm came out of this clan and the same family as the nine feathers, which made this clan reach its peak.

Nine venerables who were able to achieve great success in the feather realm were no one to see through the entrance to life and death. There was no force in the three ancient countries to shake such a force. It was a prosperous period, but this clan declined from prosperity and even died completely in that lifetime, and it was almost just in an instant.

According to legend, the aristocratic family accidentally touched some real taboos in the world, and ominousness occurred. The nine venerables who achieved great success in the feather realm actually lost their minds one after another, slaughtering blood relatives of the same clan like crazy. No one could tell the reason, but they only knew that their ancestors were crazy, their relatives refused to recognize them, and blood stained the sky red.

Nine people in the Feather Realm killing life and death cannot be revealed. Who can stop the life and death from the Life and Death Realm has not been born for thousands of years, and all this happened so suddenly that it was already a river of blood without any reaction. The power of the Feather Realm Venerable is unimaginable. The violent true energy of the fury is raging, and the palaces and pavilions that symbolize the glorious collapse one after another. The clan's children died in an instant, like a sudden rain, sweeping through the sky.

Nine feathers are in the same state of tragedy, and the eternal weeds are in the same hill!

The tragedy has been caused, and in the end, there is no way to calm it down. The nine masters of the Feather Realm died suddenly in a madness, and that family disappeared and no longer had glory.

Afterwards, the three ancient imperial clans and several ancient forces in Guxia jointly investigated the matter, and finally found the corpses of the nine feather realm venerables. Eight of them were sitting cross-legged, as if they were sitting peacefully, with a quiet expression and closing their eyes to return to heaven.

There is only one exception, the head of the family in that age. He was kowtowing and lying on the ground, as if worshiping something, which is incredible.

The place where these nine corpses were found was the remains behind this plaque with the words "Xiaoyun" written like a dragon and phoenix!

The broken plaque in their hands seemed to weigh tens of thousands of pounds, which was heavy in people's hearts and made people breathless.

After hearing this, Ye Ku said that his knowledge was much broader than Shangguan Xuanqing, so he said without hesitation: "It is hard to describe the methods of monks, and the great success of the feather realm is not invincible in the world. Besides, this place is not a real scene, so there is no need to worry about it."

The two walked forward, but their thoughts were very different. Ye Ku saw that Shangguan Xuanqing was a little scared. He felt that he was hanging a wooden sign of praying for blessings from the sacred tree of Beimu City. He felt that Shangguan Xuanqing was a little superstitious, and now it fulfilled what he thought.

The ancient ruins are not as good as the years and have long been decayed. The broken walls and ruins will turn into dust and fall down with their hands. The two of them have dust and gravel on their hands and clothes, and they are covered in dust.

Most of the ruins are ancient and cannot be touched. They are covered in dust. They clearly know that they are illusory, but they are so real.

The two of them walked through a ruined wall, but it seemed to be walking in the wilderness, and they saw desolate. After passing the remaining mountains and waters, there were a stone step in front of them, with heavy fog on both sides. The stone steps seemed to be able to reach the sky, but were covered by fog. Only five or six steps were seen, each step was not connected, it seemed to be hanging in the air, with thin fog in the gap, and the mist was swaying around the stone steps slowly.

Where there is no fog, there may be a destruction of the stone on the stone steps, or there may be a scattered moss, a declining scene.

"Chongyun Road is really that evil place."

Shangguan Xuanqing was a little lost when he saw this. When that clan was in its prime, white clouds were lingering on the road to climb the clouds, and it was a slim dream, now it was like a dream, shrouded in fog, declining and falling, and it was hard to see the true face.

As they climbed up the steps, the two stopped in front of an ancient building. At the end of the road to the clouds, there was a majestic palace towering. There was a plaque on the top, which seemed to be timeless and could not leave traces. It was clear and clear, and the words "Xiaoyun" were also written.

Only above the sky is our clan!

This is a kind of great spirit. The ancient buildings were left by the ancestors of this family's life and death realm, symbolizing glory and inheritance.

When Xuanyin appeared here, it should have been a few years since that ominous event. The rest of the ruins had been weathered, and only this building still stood firm. This was a whole piece of divine material was cut off, with a faint flow of Taoism on it, and it seemed to be magnificent and could reach the sky, making people feel awe.

The hall gate is half-closed, and there is deep darkness inside, and the ubiquitous fog disappears here.

Even if the work left by people in the realm of life and death is an illusion, it is still unpredictable.

The two walked into the ancient building. The hall was very old. Ye Ku and Shangguan Xuanqing stood in it, as small as an ant.

In Xiaoyun Palace, perhaps the years have passed, and some spiritual crystal essence has disappeared, dry and peeled off, and broken white all over the ground. It is very empty here, and there is no end at a glance. Only the broken white falling from the dome sets off the existence or not.

After the ominous incident, no one dared to touch the remains of the nine feathers. The bodies were not sealed, but were left in their original place, allowing the wind to erode.

What made the two of them feel more at ease was that the bodies of the nine feather realm venerables were not in the hall.

I think so, from ancient times to the present, even the powerful human beings in the realm of life and death have never heard of corpses left behind. What exists behind them is just a legend that is talked about and fascinating.

As for the illusory "ling" realm, it seems to be blinded by the great way. It has been thousands of years since then. Every time there is something involved in the scriptures in the world, it is like flowers in the mirror and moon in the water, leaving no trace left, as if it is blank and there is no trace to be found.

The realm of Ling is indescribable.

"The 'power' here' is too uneasy." There was a star map vaguely evolved behind Shangguan Xuanqing. Her heart was always hanging, and starlight was blooming in her eyes. The Xingyan Xuan Guan method was constantly moving.

"What's there?" She pointed at a place where the "power" condensed there was surging like boiling water, exclaiming in surprise.

Ye Ku looked over and said, "Don't be so nervous, just some murals, let's go over and look at them."

"Do you think there is really something ominous here?"

Shangguan Xuanqing could not stay away from the ghosts and gods. He had uneasiness in his voice, and he swept through the hall, appearing empty and silent.

This mural is very large and spread on the spiritual crystal wall of the temple. I don’t know if it is because of its age, many places are vague and unreal.

Ye Ku stood in place and observed quietly. The mural seemed to record some things. The bottom was blurred. Upwards there was a fairy girl holding her head up. She was like a dragon rising, and she was holding a white cloud and lifting it up. She didn't know where to go or who to look for. The top of the mural was filled with countless fine marks, as if she was weaving a large net, covering the world below.

He was immersed in it and realized it quietly. He wanted to see the things behind the mural, but he never gained anything. Instead, he almost indulged in it, or in other words, trapped in the sky net woven by fine marks.

"Um"

These marks are not simple. They are just virtual images displayed by Xuanyin, but they can still capture people's hearts. The real appearance of the mural is not revealed, Ye Ku took back his mind and saw that the starry light in Shangguan Xuanqing beside him stagnant and no longer flowed in agile manner.

The black light of Ye Ku's fingertips flowed between her eyebrows. His cultivation was too low to mobilize his spiritual consciousness to leave the body. This finger was Jie Xuan, just an auxiliary. Whether he could wake up was still to look at Shangguan Xuanqing himself.

Blood flowed out of Shangguan Xuanqing's eyes, and the stagnant starlight was dyed red, like a thin piece of blood mist, covering her eyes.

As if he was hit by an invisible force, Shangguan Xuan retreated several steps before stabilizing his body. Ye Ku quickly supported him.

A burst of starlight surged, rinsing the blood on her face.

Suddenly, a gloomy evil aura rushed over, and the two of them felt cold on their backs, and their hair was standing up.

Shangguan Xuanqing's face turned pale, and Ye Ku turned around and protected her behind him.

A hunched figure with disheveled hair suddenly appeared in the center of the hall, but was just an ordinary height and gray hair hanging down, blocking his true face.

Strands of black light poured into the empty eyes, and his surroundings were hazy, as if dragged into illusion, the yin was rising, the yang was collapsed, and there was a sense of disillusionment.
Chapter completed!