Han Yu thought, the orange dragon and the purple dragon rushed out together, the orange dragon kept the golden-winged Dapeng outside, the purple dragon followed Han Yu towards the vortex, and the purple dragon's eyes shot strange light, watching the vortex.
Although the vortex was terrifying, it couldn't stop the purple dragon's gaze. Soon the purple dragon saw the center of the vortex and the urn. Although the vortex was terrifying, it couldn't help Han Yu. , protected him and the purple dragon, and then rushed into the vortex.
The vortex that could easily hurt the average quasi-emperor peak powerhouse, but it didn't hurt Han Yu in the slightest. Soon Han Yu came to the center of the vortex, but the central area was very calm. However, the force of devouring from the urn was the strongest. Han Yu did not resist the force of devouring and slowly fell to the urn. At the same time, the purple dragon looked inside the urn.
It can see through all the false purple dragons. Its eyesight is better than the unique method of Emperor Zhun in the later period, and it is more terrifying than the vertical eyes of the barbarian king.
This made Han Yu frown. The vortex formed by the urn alone is so terrifying, it must be unimaginable inside.
However, Han Yu didn't hesitate to put the purple dragon into his body and enter the urn with the surrounding airflow.
Soon Han Yu entered the urn. From the outside, the urn was only about a foot long, but inside was a huge world, covered in gray, with countless mountains pierced into the sky. Inside, there was an abnormality of calm.
Suddenly, Han Yu frowned. Those mountains are not mountains in the real sense, but bone mountains formed by the accumulation of countless bones. It looks like a mountain from a distance, and looks like a bone tower up close.
"In the urn, shouldn't there be the ashes of Protoss masters? Why is there a mountain of countless white bones?" Han Yu was stunned.
"These bone mountains, why do I have a feeling of deja vu." Suddenly, Feng Shenzi's voice sounded in Han Yu's mind. This time, Han Yu brought the two incarnations of Lingyin and Fengshenzi, because he had to deal with something related to the Protoss, Han Yu thought that bringing them would help, and sure enough.
Han Yu's thoughts moved, Lingyin and Rishenzi rushed out of their bodies, and they glanced around curiously. Lingyin didn't see any clues, but Feng Shenzi's expression became more and more solemn, and suddenly said: "I remember."
Both Han Yu and Lingyin hurriedly looked at Feng Shenzi, Feng Shenzi's voice trembled a little, and said, "This is the place of the undead god, we shouldn't be here."
Han Yu frowned and asked, "Who is the undead god?"
Fengshenzi said: "The immortal god is a figure in the god realm 50,000 years ago. He lived for 70,000 years before and after, and is called immortal. The immortal god has a hobby, and that is the person who killed him. It is said that when the undead god appeared for the last time, there were as many as 100,000 mountains of corpses. There were 100,000 corpses in each one, and only those who were above the level of Martial Saint were killed by him. Only qualified to be piled on the mountain by him."
Han Yu and Lingyin couldn't help but take a deep breath when they heard it, doesn't that mean that the god of immortality has already killed more than 10 billion martial arts masters? Why does it feel like listening to a scripture
Han Yu asked, "What kind of power is the undead god?"
Fengshenzi said: "True God realm."
Han Yu took another breath of cold air. The powerhouse of the true god realm has a lifespan of only 10,000 years, and the immortal god can live for 70,000 years, which is indeed worthy of the name of immortality.
Fengshenzi said: "This urn suddenly rioted, and in all likelihood the immortal god has not fallen. If this is the case, if we encounter him, there will be death and no life. My suggestion is to retreat immediately."
Han Yu hesitated, if it was as Feng Shenzi said, this is definitely a very dangerous place. But Zhao Wending was sucked in here, and Han Yu had no reason to retreat.
Han Yu thought for a while and said, "Look at it first."
Han Yu summoned the purple dragon again, and the purple dragon began to look around.
Here, the sight of the purple dragon was greatly affected, and the distance that he could see was only about 100,000 miles. Suddenly, the purple dragon sent a picture to Han Yu. On a bone mountain 70,000 miles to the east, there was a huge bird lying on it. It was not injured at all, but it was exhausted. It was the one that was sucked in before. One of the masters of the Immortal Burial Pagoda.
Han Yu hurriedly flew over, and found that this monster bird was not only not injured at all, even the Holy Palace was intact, but the soul had disappeared.
"Devouring the soul?" Han Yu suddenly flashed these four words in his mind, and suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
At the beginning, the Demon Soul Temple, a branch of the Demon Sect, cultivated by devouring other people's souls.
At this time, the purple dragon sent another picture to Han Yu. Seventy thousand miles to the east, another corpse was found. It was the corpse of a human race and the master of the Immortal Burial Pagoda.
Han Yu hurriedly flew over. Suddenly, the monster bird lying on the bone mountain came to life and bit Han Yu.
This is a very strange scene. The soul of this demon bird has been dissipated, and it can still launch an attack and kill.
Han Yu turned around and grabbed the mouth of the monster bird.
Han Yu stared into the eyes of the demon bird, and said gloomily: "I don't care who you are, stop your killing immediately, or I will be rude to you!"
"Hahaha… "
Suddenly, there was a very sharp laughter from the mouth of the demon bird, as if it had heard the funniest joke in the world.
Han Yu snorted coldly and exerted a little force on his hand, the body of the demon bird turned into ashes, the laughter stopped, and Han Yu and the three avatars continued to move forward.
The man in front was also dead. Like the demon beast, he was devoured to death by his soul.
Every time he walked more than 70,000 miles, he could see a corpse. Every time he took a step forward, Han Yu's mood became more serious. In less than a stick of incense, Han Yu saw eight corpses. Eight of the nine masters who were sucked in have died.
The purple dragon saw the last one, standing on a bone mountain 70,000 miles away in the east, with his back to them, it was Zhao Wending.
Is Zhao Wending dead or alive? Han Yu couldn't imagine, he put the purple dragon into his body and rushed over with Lingyin and Feng Shenzi.
Soon, Han Yu arrived behind Zhao Wending, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, because Zhao Wending still had breath. However, after reaching Zhao Wending, Han Yu's body trembled suddenly, he stopped in a hurry, and shouted in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
The person in front of him slowly turned around. It was an old man with gray hair. It was nine points similar to the portrait of Zhao Wending that Han Yu had seen. This person was Zhao Wending. However, Han Yu's face instantly turned extremely pale, and a terrifying killing intent appeared in his pupils.