"Thousands of realms are filled with mustard seeds, and the extremely dust is absorbed by Sumeru. In the realm of Xumi mustard seeds, sit and contemplate the Sea of Immortality."
A voice as deep as a bell came from the bottom of his heart, and Yan Yanzhao read it silently.
While reciting the incantation, countless voices seemed to sound in her head at the same time, including men, women, old and young, with emotions and sorrows similar to each other. The voices recited along with her, and the narrations were as described.
A chill spread throughout the body, and the scene in front of him was like a rotating camera in Inception, which began to move rapidly, and Yan Yan's eyes could no longer see clearly.
The body "swished" through something and began to fall rapidly.
"Ah!" The sudden feeling of weightlessness frightened Yan Yan and she screamed. Just when she thought she would be thrown into a pulp, her body suddenly stopped without any injuries the moment it hit the ground.
Panting heavily, Yan Yan tried hard to calm down his heart that almost jumped out of his chest, and began to look at the surrounding environment.
In front of you is an open space with walls on three sides, shaped like a dustpan. On the front wall, there is a tall shrine.
The light in the space is soft, the temperature is suitable, the air is fresh and clean, and it is very comfortable.
Putting her hands on the heavy wall, Yan Yan suddenly felt a familiar feeling in her heart. This place gave her a kind and solid sense of belonging, like a mother's warm embrace, which actually made her feel a hidden admiration.
Yan Yan had definitely never been to this place before, and this sudden feeling made her feel quite unbelievable.
The shrine on the front wall was the only thing in this space that looked like an artificial carving. Yan Yan raised his head and looked at it carefully.
The shape of the niche was simple and elegant, exuding a majestic and majestic temperament. It was dark inside, and there were no tablets or statues enshrined. Yan Yan stared at it for a while, feeling a little dizzy, as if there was a bottomless whirlpool inside.
Yan Yan was alert in her heart and quickly looked away.
There are half a pair of ancient seal script couplets carved on each side of the niche. Taken together, they are exactly the four mantras she recited when she came in just now.
Directly above the niche, there are three powerful characters written in seal: Xumi Realm
The niche is very tall, occupying almost the entire wall. It looks like it has been placed here for many years, but there is not a trace of dust on it.
"Is there someone cleaning this place?" Yan Yan murmured to himself and subconsciously put his hand on the railing outside the niche.
The moment her hand touched the railing, a sound of wind and thunder came from the depths of the niche, roaring like a luan and a phoenix roaring, and the forest was as dense as a tiger and a dragon.
Yan Yan took several steps back in fright and looked around nervously.
The structure of this place is too simple. If a monster comes out of the niche later, she won't even have a place to hide. She came in too fast just now. From which direction did she fall in?
Just when Yan Yan was feeling uneasy, purple energy slowly escaped from the niche, and finally condensed into the appearance of a man.
Yan Yan stared intently at the purple air that seemed to be floating in the air or leaning on the railing...cough, man.
Although it was transformed by the smoke, the man's appearance quickly solidified. His long dark purple hair was spread freely, and he was casually covered with a black and blue robe. He was unadorned, comfortable and elegant, quite reminiscent of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.
The free and easy style of the period.
The only thing that makes Yan Yan feel uncomfortable is that this man is so good-looking that the beauty of the country is no longer enough to describe him. He is simply as handsome as he is, with brows as bright as the sun. He is as cheerful as spring, and his words are full of fragrance.
magnificent……
Ahem~ Although she has never heard him smile, but she feels that if he smiles, he is probably more youthful. There are all kinds of stunning beauties in the world, but they are not as beautiful as this man.
Sure enough, a monster came out!
Just because of this appearance, Yan Yan's inner vigilance soared past the red warning line.
Usually in novels, any particularly beautiful man is either the male protagonist or a great demon!
She still wants to return to Earth safely, but for such a thing to suddenly appear, it is definitely a threatening existence to her.
Just as Yan Yan was sizing up the man, the man was also sizing up her.
After a while, the other party spoke first: "You can actually see me?" The voice sounded like spring water hitting the stone, but it was slightly heavy at the moment, as if...just woke up?
Yan Yan frowned. Although this person is condensed, he still has such a big lump. Girl, I'm not blind, how can I not see you.
But the man seemed to be able to read her thoughts: "I don't belong to this realm. Although you can summon the Sumeru realm, it's normal that you can't see me. But you can actually see it. Could it be that you are..."
The man suddenly stopped mid-sentence, looked at Yanyan from head to toe, frowned and shook his head: "No. If you are this, even if you are just showing up, you should not be such a weak mortal."
Being looked at by the other party with such eyes, Yan Yan felt as if his whole body was being looked at, and he felt unhappy: "Hey! What did you mean by what you just said?"
The man looked at Yan Yan, his alluring purple eyes as deep as an ancient pool: "Only the power of blood can awaken the Sumeru realm. You don't know it, maybe your blood fell into this realm when you were unconscious."
While the man was explaining, his eyes seemed to glance at the wound on Yanyan's left shoulder inadvertently.
Yan Yan also thought about it. She was seriously injured while fighting with Li Li, and the sound of Xumi realm suddenly appeared at that time. It turned out to be no coincidence.
But this body clearly belongs to the silly girl Bai Ya. Could it be that she is also influenced by Bai Ya?
Yan Yan suddenly felt embarrassed.
Seeing that she also had a puzzled look on her face, the man slowly stretched out his left arm, lifted up the wide sleeves of his robe, and revealed a forearm carved in ice and snow: "Come here."
Yan Yan immediately took several steps back alertly.
Meeting Yan Yan's wary gaze, the man slowed down his tone: "I have no intention of harming your life, I just need to use your blood to break the seal."
Yan Yan stood motionless, still staring at the man for a moment. She was calm on the outside, but full of trouble inside.
What a world-shattering thing, regardless of monsters, ghosts or gods, asking for a girl's blood at every turn, this guy who looks like a human being has such virtues, he is really not a good thing!
Seeing Yan Yan's expression of indifference, the man narrowed his eyes slightly, swayed, and disappeared.
gone?
Yan Yan looked around and saw no one, which was a bit surprising.
Is it so easy to get rid of it?
"I only need one drop, and it won't hurt your life."
The sound came out of nowhere, and Yan Yan almost sat on the ground in fright, but her wrist was already held. She was startled by the sudden unfamiliar touch on her wrist.
This person made of smoke is actually real, and the texture of his palms is delicate and warm, softer than a woman's hands... Yanyan forgot about his consciousness that was almost frightened, and thought blankly: This is so good
Is the texture related to its gas nature?
The man didn't know what kind of spell he had cast, and Yan Yan didn't feel any pain at all. He just watched helplessly as his hand fell into his palm, and a bright red drop of blood oozed from the fingertips.
The blood droplets automatically flew away from her fingers, maintaining their round and complete shape, and flew slowly towards the man's arm.
He actually means what he says, and he only takes one drop of his word.
At the same time, Yan Yan also saw clearly a complicated and exquisite flame-like totem on the man's arm, with an ancient Chinese character wrapped around the center of the totem: Yan
Her blood beads flew towards the totem, and finally landed squarely on the word "flame".