"So myths are not just fictional products of the spiritual experience of the ancestors?" Ye Wuchou asked.

"Although the fictitious component exists, the realistic template is the source of inspiration." Fcrore smiled.

"Yes, every word of this is reasonable."

The two talked, and the team they led continued to move forward, and the increasingly intense strange aura came to their faces, which surprised them and was extremely awe-inspiring.

How desolate is thousands of miles away? The plants and trees are sad, the wounds are in sight, and the ancient and turbulent walls of the short village cannot hinder their sight. Everyone turned a corner, and the open plain in front suddenly jumped into their eyelids.

I saw a kind of invisible spatial fluctuation there, just like the surrounding airflow surging according to the texture when the flames burned. I don’t know if it was a mental trance or something happened. In short, even a top expert like Fcrogrami could not explain this obvious phenomenon.

The sky is gloomy, the plain sand is vast and yellow into the sky, and the sight of the entire space is covered by tulle-like sand and dust. The dim earth-yellow color confined the white clouds floating on the endless sky of Liao and the light falling in the gaps between the clouds into the dark and old colors. It is covered with text from everyone's eyes. The thousands of points at the end of the ancient dreams are like water waves, permeating the sweat holes on their faces.

"It's really wonderful. Such a magnificent scene can only be compared with the red world in the swamp." Ye Wuchou said.

"Looking at the dust flowing, it was like fish in the water, coming and going, flexible and smooth." Gremy also said in surprise.

Ye Wuqiu followed what Gremy was looking for, and saw that there was indeed a slightly heavier flow of dust passing by like a meteor on the curtain in front of him.

Such a fantasy scene, coupled with the great ancient aura, the scenes in the myth flashed through everyone's minds like a lantern, and the unique charm that followed made everyone fascinated.

In this way, immersed in the atmosphere of beautiful style, people forget that they are in a desolate village where the autumn wind blows wine and the cold.

Seeing this, the white-faced scholar sneered on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with the attitude of looking down at all. After all, the life and death of more than a hundred people including Ye Wuchou seemed to him just in his palm. The manipulation and self-confidence that was easy to grasp made him feel deeply enjoyed.

No wonder people are flocking to power, and the white-faced scholar stares at Ye Wuchou's back and thinks.

After thinking so, the white-faced scholar raised his head and walked forward and said, "You can reach the territory of the Bu Duanliang Uprising Army through this place. We need to be as careful as possible on the territory of the Bu Duanliang Uprising Army, so as not to take advantage of the Yuheng crisis to make a mistake and stab him. Then our Yang Yuheng will be in danger of being in the middle of the territorial state!"

Ye Wuchou glanced at the white-faced scholar who was quite dissatisfied with his tone and said with a little dissatisfaction: "If Bu Duanliang wants to make a move, he will act sooner or later. This place is so close to Ziye City, and the vast army is overwhelming, Bu Duanliang will not get news? Besides, our branch does not assume the main responsibility. Yan Laojiu and others who go to Hengju are the most hopeful places."

The white-faced scholar laughed and said, "Then no matter what, we have to continue moving forward. We don't know if we can have time to go through the wind and rain, so don't waste time here."

"Okay," Ye Wuchou hesitated, then nodded and said, "Continue to move forward and strive to arrive in Lingye as soon as possible. Although we are not Yuheng people, we should be chivalrous when we meet each other by chance."

As he said this, he took the lead.

Under his feet, there were rippling waves flashing, and strangeness and mystery continued to emit a quiet and harmless light of humans and animals. It seemed that there was a boundary, blocking the outside world and some mysterious realm that could not be explored.

If you step out, you will inevitably step into this secret realm. Although such a barrier looks as gorgeous and magical as before from the outside to the inside, what will happen after stepping in?

No one knows that because no one notices this kind of vision. Of course, except for the white-faced scholar.

As Ye Wuchou stepped forward, the white-faced scholar showed a satisfied smile on his lips. The abyss was right in front of him, confused and confused, sad, sad, for your extraordinary talent, today is the day when your soul returns to the underworld!

Seeing Ye Wuchou's boots coming to the ground, a crisp voice suddenly sounded and shouted: "This is the ruins of the Ancient Battlefield of Annihilation! Do not step in!"

Everyone was attracted by this voice and looked at it. Ye Wuchou was stunned when he heard this. He withdrew his feet and turned his head to look. He saw that this was Ziyun's voice!

Ziyun looked a little strange because her sharp and divine eyes were covered with a layer of gray mist. If the mist had not passed in a flash, Ye Wuchou would have explored it carefully. After all, the state of being inconsistent from the pupils was quite strange.

"What's going on? Ziyun, why can't you enter here? How do you know the name of this place?" Lan Ruyu next to him asked strangely.

Ziyun was indifferent to everyone's gaze. Just as Lan Ruyu kept shaking in front of her eyes with her hands, she woke up as if a drowning man was floating on the surface and breathing fresh air greedily. She kept covering her chest in pain and said, "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know why I know the name here."

Ye Wuchou's brows gradually frowned, and he felt something was normal.

Just as Ye Wuchou was about to walk over to check Ziyun's condition, he suddenly felt a pulling force coming from his arm.

"Hmm?" Ye Wuchou suddenly staggered and stepped into the barrier!

"Pu!" Only when you hear the sound of falling into the lake, Ye Wuchou and another person disappeared immediately!

That man was the white-faced scholar! He took advantage of everyone's attention and accidentally pulled Ye Wuqiuo into the barrier!

More than a hundred people were stunned and even Ziyun, who seemed quite uncomfortable, had a solid expression.

What happened? Ye Wuchou disappeared! With about one second of buffering time, Gremy reacted first. He cursed fiercely, and then resolutely rushed into the barrier!

Everyone seemed to understand something, followed closely, rushed in like dumplings, and more than a hundred people disappeared in an instant, leaving the quiet village with strange aura.

“Hahahahaha…”

The unrestrained laughter was filled with the pleasure of the conspiracy succeeding, and it was so arrogant that it was lawless that the White-faced Scholar looked like this. After all, he had the capital to be rampant at this place. He smiled and stared at more than a hundred people below and said, "How about it, I didn't expect that today will be your death date! If you fall into this ruins of the ancient battlefield, you will definitely have no life! Be prepared to wait quietly for the arrival of death!"
Chapter completed!