On the second day, before dawn, Zhuge Mingkong and his party were already standing by the purple river. The surrounding fog was so thick that it was hard to see even the people standing next to them, and even the people standing beside them looked a little blurry.

"The water in this river is highly poisonous and corrosive. The most important thing is to control it with spiritual magic. At this time, spiritual control is the weakest. When I separate the river, we have to go there quickly." Yuehua, who was standing at the front, said

He said to them very seriously.

After saying that, a strange white smoke flowed out of Yuehua's hand. It seemed to be combined with the thick fog in the air, but it soon separated from the thick fog and floated on the purple river.

"If the water has spirit, listen to my command and open." As soon as Yuehua finished her words, the purple river water under the white smoke suddenly opened to both sides, forming a road in the middle. Seeing this, Yuehua quickly said: "

Let’s go quickly.”

After successfully crossing the purple river, they came to a tunnel in the mountain. The tunnel was deep and dark, with a little light in the distance, but it looked extremely strange in the darkness.

"Don't follow me the rest of the way. Just let the four of us go in." Feng Feitian looked at the people around him with a frivolous smile.

"Your Majesty, we used to be members of the Zongzheng clan. It will be easier for you with us here." Zong Zhengguang, the leader of Feng Feitian's subordinates, immediately knelt down and begged: "Your Majesty, please let us follow you."

"Your Majesty, please let us follow." The other nine people also knelt down and begged.

Feng Feitian glanced at them and said: "The Zongzheng clan only has people who have left, and no one has returned. Even if you have the intention, you can't go in, so you should stay here well."

"Your Majesty..." The ten people begged again, but Feng Feitian raised his hand to stop him. He took Yuehua's hand and entered the dark tunnel first.

"Let's go in too!" Rong Yu and Zhuge Mingkong then entered the darkness.

Once inside the tunnel, Zhuge Mingkong realized that the situation was completely different from what it looked like outside. The tunnel was extremely bright and strangely bright, and the surrounding walls were full of colorful murals. Most of the murals had similar content, and most of them were based on war.

Lord.

Looking at the mural, Zhuge Mingkong felt as if she was immersed in the scene for a moment. The sounds of war drums, trampling horses' hooves, clashing swords, and the sounds of people dying all around her, all poured out to her like running water.

Come over, her head suddenly hurts badly.

The sound of the war drums seemed to shatter her ears, the horses' hooves seemed to have trampled on her body, and the swords were like being tortured by Ling Chi, as if they were cutting her flesh and blood one by one on her body.

She was in so much pain, so uncomfortable, and wanted to die.

Zhuge Mingkong took out the dagger she wore with dull eyes, and then stabbed her in the chest. Rong Yu immediately blocked it with his hand, and the dagger pierced his palm, and the blood instantly dyed his pure white robe red.

, strong, beautiful, and tragic. However, it did not hurt Zhuge Mingkong in the slightest.

"Zhuge Mingkong, what you see and feel are all obstacles and karma. People cannot throw away these things when they live in the world, but as a human being, they must live with all their strength. If you escape, you will die.

, you are cowardly and you are a loser." Rong Yu's gentle voice was the same as before.

After he finished speaking, Zhuge Mingkong's dull eyes gradually became brighter. When she saw the scene in front of her clearly, the first thing she saw was the young man's palm pierced by her dagger. She was stunned for a moment, and quickly

He pulled out the dagger, and then tore a long strip from his dress to help his wound.
Chapter completed!