Feng Lan was the first to walk through the door of Apocalypse.

After passing through a dark space where I couldn't see my fingers, I suddenly stood on the shore of the sea.

On the sea, huge waves surged into the sky, and tsunamis superimposed, sending out overwhelming power and surging towards the depths of the sea.

The wave gradually flattened out, and a sacred mountain appeared under the sea and sky.

The sacred mountain stands on the "big sea", majestic and tall, reaching into the sky.

Wave after wave rose up, covering the sacred mountain between the sea and the sky.

If we hadn’t really come to the Western Wilderness, passed through the Gate of Apocalypse, and been on the shore of the sea,

Feng Lan really wanted to think that he had never left the Sea of ​​Embers in the Southern Territory.

If there is a fish-shaped skeleton behind you that is so big that it can swallow the sky, you should treat it as entering another illusion.

This is really the case, Wu Zheng can actually open that illusory land through secret methods, and Feng Lan will go crazy for it.

At least, it can prove that the Nine Saints of the human race have joined forces to bury countless secrets in Wuzheng, making them unknown to outsiders.

So, could they be the people behind the murder of the Archmage’s descendants?

The gray pony jumped out of the spirit animal cage and neighed loudly, like a gray lightning falling into the gray mist behind it.

Feng Lan clenched the hilt of the sword and looked back.

There was a vast gray fog behind him, and he couldn't see anything.

He called "Xiao Hui" several times, but when there was no response, he became nervous.

After a long while, no one else arrived, and my mood fell into a strange cycle.

I'm afraid someone will come.

In the secret realm, those traveling with you are the most dangerous existences.

You must be on guard at all times, as you may have to fight to the death at a critical moment.

I was afraid that no one would come.

As the elders said, people who enter the secret realm are likely to be transported to different locations because the secret realm is different from themselves.

In the gray fog, a huge shadow suddenly appeared, as if it was standing up.

The body seemed to be connected by two hundred-foot peaks, and the shadows stretched out like gauze.

It seemed to have been awakened by something and was trying to figure out what had disturbed it.

Dongfang Yubai deep in Fenglan's mind slowly emerged, with the help of Dongfang Yubai.

The first thing I saw were two huge heads made of rocks. They were almost similar to human heads, with a faint gray light glowing on the surface.

Secondly, the body is as huge as two hundred-foot peaks. Half of it is made of yellow soil and half of it is black rock, sewn together with a light golden light in the middle.

Finally, what I saw were two wooden legs sunk deep into the earth. The wooden legs seemed to be made of gray wood chips that would not break up.

Fenglan stood still, measuring what kind of biological species this was, and based on it, what kind of space could the "Secret Swamp Realm" be?

At this moment, the gray incense burner trembled, and the pale golden light inside vibrated.

Fenglan held the incense burner in his hand.

This cauldron is an ancestral heirloom from the Feng family in Lieyan City.

Here, it seems that there is an existence that can actively perceive something.

The name Douyin Helm came to Feng Lan's mind repeatedly.

The storm calmed my heart, and the Sacred Heart Mantra started to work on its own.

For a long time, a murmuring sound came from my ears, like crying or complaining.

The direction in which the incense burner vibrates is exactly from the direction from which the sound came.

Fenglan held the incense burner and walked into the gray fog, heading in the direction of the sound.

As we approached, a meteor and fire flew from the sky in front of us on the left.

The speed is too fast. If it is aimed at Feng Lan, Feng Lan has no ability to avoid it.

Meteors and flying fire hit the place where the sound was made, and the light of fireflies splashed everywhere.

The light of the fireflies distorted violently in the air, but did not appear to become larger or have any other peculiar features.

For a moment, a burning firebird seemed to burst out of its shell, spraying blood mist from its mouth.

Soon, a group of burning firebirds circled, a thick and dense blood mist burned with bloody flames.

They did not attack Fenglan,

Just hovering.

Through the oriental fish white, the wind waves saw mysterious tendrils, like green waves, penetrating the loess and rocks and rolling in.

The burning firebird screams in despair.

Almost at the same time, a desperate voice sounded like a murmur in a dream, or a mournful voice like a dying struggle.

Fenglan understood. Facing the green tendrils of vegetation, they felt nothing but despair.

However, the feet were entangled in tendrils of green vegetation.

Brand new emerald needle points sprouted from the green tendrils, piercing into the shoes and into the flesh.

Feng Lan can no longer feel the existence of his feet.

Shanhe Jue, direct operation.

Fenglan's soul seems to have given birth to tendrils with powerful vitality, spreading into the depths of the vast and boundless forest.

Terrifying energy waves poured in like a dump along the tendrils of the soul.

In the fish-white space in the east, a layer of emerald cloud quickly filled up.

Feng Lan never expected that in the fantasy and confusion of that modern world, the "Mountain and River Art" that he heard whispered could actually turn him into a medium that swallowed up mysterious energy.

The mysterious and terrifying energy waves are becoming more and more turbulent, as if they are fighting spirit.

It’s just that Dongfang Yubai’s space can be swallowed up infinitely.

About half an hour later, the mysterious energy wave receded like an ebbing tide, as if he was running for his life.

Fenglan's soul tendrils follow him like a shadow, splitting infinitely, chasing madly, and swallowing up the mysterious energy passing through the depths of the earth.

There was a roar, and bright red blood spurted out.

The blood was suspended in the air, and instead of falling to the ground as normal, it disappeared directly into the air.

Fenglan's body swayed for a while, and the Shanhe Jue that was running slowly stopped, and he wanted to spurt out blood a few times.

Dongfang Yubai in the depths of his mind finally showed signs of being overwhelmed, unable to hide on his own, floating heavily in the depths of his mind.

The burning firebird chirps in joy.

They no longer hovered together, but scattered one after another, flying towards the sky.

"Owner!"

The Sacred Heart Curse has been passively operating on its own.

Finally, Feng Lan heard two clear words.

Feng Lan blinked his tired eyes and looked at the huge creature in front of him.

It was it, a creature with a body like two hundred-foot peaks and a head as close as a human being, that spoke clearly.

"Owner!"

Suddenly, two words came out more clearly, the sound was clear and loud, and there was a faint lingering sound of birdsong.

It was the sound made by the only firebird that did not fly into the sky.

Being able to communicate with two alien creatures is the mysterious part of the Sacred Heart Curse.

Feng Lan had to wonder, where did the gray coffin on the Ember Island come from?

Why can the Sacred Heart Mantra emerging from it communicate with the vegetation creatures on Kuiniu Island and the creatures from this other world?

Shen Xuanni was not only another person who knew about the coffin, but also the person who stole the coffin.

She undoubtedly knows a lot more.

"What are they?"

Feng Lan thought for a long time and said as usual.

"Spore Demon, the source of evil in the Ember Continent.

If the master hadn't arrived, the last defensive barrier of the Ember Spiritual Sea would have been breached."

Feng Lan was startled and thought to himself: The vast ocean here is called the Sea of ​​Embers. In this way, it can be explained that Wu Zheng chose this opportunity to open the secret realm that Wu Zheng has kept secret for thousands of years.

Feng Lan became more and more tired and stopped talking. He sat cross-legged and meditated on the spot, using the Heart-Calling Mantra and the Bingxin Mantra of the Yin-Yang Mantra.
To be continued...