"Crash" a sound of broken soil falling out, which seemed particularly eye-catching in this quiet place.

A big hand covered with dust stretched out from the big hole on the ground, grabbed the edge, and pushed it out with force. A young man with a tired face crawled out of the hole in a ragged clothes, which seemed very difficult.

This young man was Siyi, who was in the polar regions. He bit the bamboo slips in his mouth and returned to the ground with difficulty, but he didn't know how much flesh he had broken. Back on the ground, Siyi did not stop, but picked up the package he threw aside and tied it back again. He carefully avoided the pits around him and came to the big tree with lush branches and leaves.

I slowly sat down, leaned against the huge shadow under the tree, closed my eyes and pondered for a while, then gradually calmed down my thoughts. From time to time, I looked at the roots of the tree, and then opened the bamboo slips again with an incredible look. Looking at the words on it, I couldn't help but feel a sense of shock, because the situations recorded in these ancient words were simply a fantasy.

This bamboo slip was used to remember things before the owner's life, not a secret to the martial arts. At best, like a note, he recorded until the last moment of his master's death. The broken regular script texts on it were recorded like this: "... Spring, you all came here together and came here together... to get a glimpse of the truth..." These are the previous paragraphs, which roughly explained their purpose. Through these words, Siyi also figured out some of them.

As Si Yi guessed, these people were all figures with great supernatural powers, but most of them were low-key and obscure. Only four of them came from famous sects, and the remaining seniors came from various seclusion cultivators. You should know that since Pangu founded the world, there have been thousands of cultivators in this world. Although there are many sects, it does not mean that those who have achieved success must come from famous sects. There are also many talented and intelligent talents who live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, do not like to show up, and the methods of practice have also taken a different approach. This type of people is generally called casual cultivators, and there are great masters among these casual cultivators. When Si Yi was young, he heard that his elders often praised the excellence of the South China Sea and the North Bing so well. Therefore, although they did not show up, it does not mean that they had not achieved anything.

Among them, there should be a casual cultivator who seemed to have obtained something similar to a will. He knew how to open a gate to the two polar regions, and was confident that he would not fall into that dangerous place. So people asked people and found people, gathered a total of eleven friends with great supernatural powers to come here, and wanted to get something from this place where people in the world stopped.

As they expected, after the beginning of spring, the space cracks did fall on the wild grassland under their feet, and there was nothing unusual. Everyone praised the friend's magical powers. Later, who knew that he encountered some unexpected situation. The bamboo slips recorded it as follows: "On the 16th day of the journey, I suddenly felt very hungry in my belly... I felt something was wrong... After the rectification, I found that this place was strange and abnormal... It could block spiritual energy and nourish the body... I need food..." Si Yi had known this long ago, and the gentleman mentioned it before.

After all, these seniors are all experienced people. They are experienced and carry all emergency items, including food, so they didn't care. However, the area of ​​this grassland is really imaginary. They flew day and night and finally reached the day when supplies were exhausted. The text is recorded: "Flying to more than 170 days... I finally ran out of food... but I haven't seen a way out yet... Everyone discussed it, so they decided to send a friend who is good at traveling far away to move forward alone... We entrusted him with all the food... I hope he can find a way out."

This passage is obvious. These seniors knew that there was not much food, so they handed over most of their food to a friend who was good at escaping, and they went to explore the way forward, while others were waiting for news on the spot. But unexpectedly, this person went away and never returned. Now, these seniors who were usually respected outside could not sit still. This was a major event of life and death. They themselves had an internal strife first. The text also read: "On the 231st, Fellow Daoist Huang still did not return... The rest of the people who were waiting on the spot were anxious and there were many different opinions... Some people imagined that this person was betrayed... had returned, and some people said that this person encountered obstacles..."

Seeing this, Siyi raised her eyebrows incredibly. This senior is indeed a senior. She can stay here for more than two hundred days, which makes her shame. Then she read it down and continued to write: "On the 240th day, there was a figure returning from afar... everyone was happy... I don't want to, the person who returned was not a fellow Huang... but a big man..." When she wrote here, the handwriting turned into a straight line, dripping across the bamboo surface, and it was obvious that she had encountered something.

"Big man?" Si Yi was always worried. This passage of text was simply amazing. It was very dangerous here and people were afraid of it. How could they meet a big man? This is really strange. But the surprise is still behind.

"It turns out to be as rumored as the world... ruthless, harsh and harsh... Although we resisted hard... we were still dead... On our dying days, fellow Taoist Jiang used the technique of transforming seeds from the essence and blood... to cover up his movements, and hope that those who came later would learn from us... Don't move forward... Remember, remember..." The last thing left was a faint black water stain, which seemed to be the blood dripping before death, which was dried up.

What is left for Si Yi now is obvious. One is what is left under the tree. No wonder this tree is so strange. It turns out that it was created by the technique of "seedlings of essence and blood". It is indeed different from ordinary trees. It can grow without water and light. But this is not important. What is important is what "Fellow Daoist" under the tree is to cover up. Should I try to dig it out? If it is something amazing, then I will really poke a hornet's nest as a mortal.

Another point is, who is this mysterious big man? Why did he inexplicably fight with these people? And when he is moving forward, will he be killed by that big man, just like the remains under his feet?

After thinking about it, Siyi finally gritted her teeth and found out the things under the tree, whether it is good or bad. Taking a step back, no matter how bad it is, it can still be worse than the current situation of waiting for death? So as soon as he threw away the package, he tried hard to pluck the loess under the tree. No matter what it is, it is better than the current situation.

As expected, the roots of the tree were hollow. After a few strokes, the scorched earth was sent. The two hands immediately accelerated the degree. Finally, a wooden box was found in the soil. The wooden box was made of "volcanic flame wood" and was of great value. It was probably the only thing that was intact now. There was no mechanism. It seemed that it was buried in a hurry. I opened the lid directly and it turned out to be a compass inside.

Siyi held it in his hand strangely. After looking at it a few times, he knew the key. This compass is different from ordinary people. The pointer in the middle does not point to the direction at all. Moreover, the seal script engraved on it is difficult to pronounce. However, no matter how it turns, the pointer always points out a direction behind him. What does this mean? Isn’t it that I have not found a way out? Why do I have to go there by myself?

With this series of questions, Siyi stood up, picked up the package without hesitation, picked up the broken sword on the ground, and carved the two lines of words: "Thousands of miles of grassland, thousands of Qingzhe underground to help extend his life", and then followed the direction pointed out by the compass, crossed through the pits of various battlefields, big and small, and walked to the distance. Why did he make a decision so quickly? Because the reason is obvious, what else can you do if you don't follow this direction? Siyi smiled bitterly at the corner of her mouth.

Time flows slowly like this, and perhaps there is no concept of time here at all. I just walked along the direction of the compass. After eating the 531st Qingzhe, Siyi finally walked out of this wild grassland.

When all the weeds under her feet disappeared, Si Yi looked ahead in a daze. In front of her, there was a more difficult journey. After the weeds disappeared, they were replaced by endless volcanoes. The unstable lava rumbling sounds came out. The sky became even darker here. In the fragmented earth, yellow magma flowed in the grout. The nostrils were filled with various scents. The stimulating Si Yi felt disgusting, and the temperature finally changed, becoming as hot as the scorching heat. Is this the true face of the two polar places?

Siyi looked in front of her in surprise. If the grassland is a good thing, what about this volcanic group? With the feeling, you can know that there are dangers everywhere here. If you are not careful, you will be in danger of your life.

The pointer on the compass still pointed out a direction as always. Siyi held the dead branch and crutch in his hand tightly, stepped in carefully, looked into the distance, and then looked back at the wild grassland behind him. His firm expression appeared again. He couldn't just give up, but he had to keep going, go on...

Take careful steps and poke the ground with branches from time to time, for fear of any change. In this deafening volcano, there is no shortage of traces of life. The white bones scattered everywhere tell yourself that this will be a world where the strong prey on the weak.

Looking at a huge horned animal bone in front of him lying quietly on the ground, Siyi narrowed her eyes. Then she walked along the foot of the mountain more carefully. The hot air here was filled with a faint smell of blood-type killing, and it could turn into a wild beast's belly at any time.

Under a huge rock, Siyi sat down carefully to rest and gasped. Suddenly a drop of water fell on her face. Siyi touched her strangely, sniffed her nose, and then looked at her head with a look of despair...
Chapter completed!