The sacred mountain stands between heaven and earth, majestic and tall, with no trace of life among the stretching mountains.

Fenglan searched all over the place, but could not find any corresponding myths and legends.

Recalling the scene with the man on white paper, it feels like a dream or an illusion.

Feng Lan held the small broken boat burning with black fire and wandered under the dead trees, making repeated gestures to select suitable branches. After taking it back, he learned the art of carpentry and repaired the boat.

An inconspicuous tree hole gradually became the center of his sight.

Fenglan looked around, and after repeated thoughts, he put away the boat, dragged the ancient sword Juexian, and walked into the tree hole.

The tree hole is extremely dry, and the roots are thick and soft, like a deliberately made soft bed.

The wonderful warmth keeps invading the skin. It is obviously not the heat generated by the thick roots, but I don't know where it comes from.

Fenglan couldn't help but look back at the way he came, but there was no change.

Is this sacred mountain the Tianmian Temple that exists underground in the frozen snowy area?

Even if there are countless questions, they are like endless webs of confusion, shrouded in confusion, unable to be seen clearly or touched.

Fenglan walked forward without hesitation.

Deep in the tree hole, a warm wind suddenly blew.

Feng Lan was startled and reached out to touch it, trying to catch the fleeting breath.

The strange smell seemed like a snort coming from the nose, or like the wind blowing through the hair.

Fenglan's nerves gradually became tense.

On this mysterious sacred mountain, there is a breath that can be captured in the mysterious tree holes connected by dead trees.

A hint of excitement flashed in Feng Lan's eyes.

That is life's desire for vitality.

Fenglan paid close attention to the thick roots in the tree hole, hoping to find some clues.

It seems that this is a blank consciousness and idea, which is unrealistic.

The wind is moving faster and faster.

The winding tree holes are becoming wider and wider, as if guiding the wind forward.

In a trance, the sky is high, the sky is high, and the waves are reaching the sky.

Feng Lan was shocked and turned around. He quickly turned around and found that he was still standing in the tree hole. He had just reached another exit and could see this world.

He looked into the distance again. There were tall and strong skeletons lying on the coast. His heart was suddenly filled with turbulent waves and he was a little dizzy.

Looking from a distance, it is hard to imagine that such a tall and strong skeleton came from such a huge beast.

Fenglan felt timid.

However, that mysterious breath came with the salty smell of sea water.

Feng Lan's mind moved slightly, and he was sure that something in the terrifying skeleton was calling him, so he decisively flew over with his sword.

The closer you get, the larger the size of the skeleton becomes. It is far harder than steel. Even after countless years of wind and rain, it has remained in place without any change.

It is impossible to see how the original owner died during his lifetime.

Was he going through a massacre without restraint?

Or go through an earth-shaking decisive battle?

What kind of power can achieve such a heaven-defying situation?

Feng Lan gathered his mind and gradually locked onto the direction from which the breath came.

It was a huge, intact head, like a fish's head.

Fenglan Yujian flew around and roughly judged that a giant fish-headed beast was lying on the coast basking in the sun and dying peacefully.

The moment the wind flew into the fish head, it seemed as if it was rushing into an unfathomable tunnel.

The vertical and horizontal tunnels inside the fish head look like an ant nest and cannot be distinguished at all.

Fenglan clearly felt the aura coming from a tunnel, tried hard to overcome the lingering fear, and flew in with his sword.

Even if Feng Lan lets his imagination run wild, it is difficult to truly feel that the space inside the fish head is far beyond the terrifying skeleton seen from the outside.

It seems that the space inside the fish head is inversely proportional to the size of the skeleton.

The skeleton is not that big, and the space inside the fish head is like the vast starry sky in the universe.

Feng Lan concentrated his energy and continuously poured mana into the Seven Star Sword, and a blue cloud enveloped his whole person.

A black-red ball of light slowly appeared in sight.

Fenglan continued to approach, and the black-red ball of light was entangled with black and red silk threads as thin as hair, and was imprisoned at the intersection of ten tunnels.

Feng Lan finally determined that it was the colorful crystal on his left arm that was interacting with the black and red light ball.

This shocked Fenglan greatly.

Unexpectedly, the mysterious mountain that I don’t know how to reach is completely real, without any illusion.

Does it mean that the time travel I am experiencing has changed from the illusion four years ago to reality?

If so, what is the reason that drives the transition from virtual to real?

Countless thoughts quickly flashed through Fenglan.

He thought of the big black snake and the old black dragon who died in the battle, as well as the Tianlong that was gradually dying in the dragon's nest.

There is no doubt that this fish-headed giant monster has some kind of close relationship with the dragon clan.

After thinking for a long time, Fenglan dug out the colorful crystal stone and held it in the heart of his left hand.

Suddenly, the mysterious black silk and red silk gave up the black and red ball of light and rushed toward Fenglan.

At this time, Dongfang Yubai appeared in the depths of Feng Lan's mind, quickly disintegrating the surrounding seal power, and directly swallowed up the black and red silk.

The black-red ball of light floated swayingly, landed on the palm of the left hand, and fused little by little to envelop the colorful crystals.

The red half becomes more and more ruddy, with a layer of moisture.

The black half is so black and translucent, it has a vague meaning of Mars.

Slowly, successive images flashed through my mind.

A handsome young man, wearing a black dragon armor, leaping on a horse and whipping his whip, charged at the front of the knight legion.

A young man was holding a huge sword in his hand, staggering through the thick ice and snow, walking along the winding path upwards.

A fat, middle-aged man in red was lying leisurely on a rocking chair, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a strange smile.

A fish head mounted on a wooden stake was slowly opening its eyes and smiling at Feng Lan.

"My first mate, you are finally here."

"ah!"

Fenglan yelled and couldn't help but retreat. In just a moment, he was sweating profusely and his body was extremely exhausted.

He could no longer hold on, so he picked a clean place, dropped his sword, and recalled the scene just now.

"I actually saw the captain?"

The scene just now was too lifelike and completely real.

Feng Lan shook his head vigorously, unable to believe that the fish head embedded in the wooden stake actually sounded like the captain.

Yes, it's time for me to go back.

Over there, I was originally going to launch the trick ship and sail into the sea of ​​embers.

Now, where am I?

Fenglan's eyes were full of confusion.

After a long time, when his spirit improved, he sewed the red and black light ball that had been wrapped in colorful crystals into the muscles of his left arm, and attached it closely to the bones.

Fenglan's spirit gradually lifted, he took up his sword again and came to the place where the red and black light ball stayed.

There is a thin booklet placed on the entrance steps of one of the tunnels.

Fenglan picked it up and looked at it, then whispered: "Yin Yang Curse, Yang Curse, Great Ming Curse."

It turns out that this booklet is the "Great Ming Curse" of the "Yang Curse".

But, why is this curse sealed in this mysterious lichen?

Feng Lan found that the bones where the Ming Mantra was enlarged were relatively soft, so he dug carefully with both hands. A thick gas flowed between his fingers, like a layer of dirty oil.

As long as you let go of your hands, the viscous gas like dirty oil will disappear.

After confirming this mysterious phenomenon, Feng Lan concentrated on digging.

A soft cyan light began to flow from between the fingers.

When the initial gaseous state like dirty oil was completely replaced by the later cyan radiance, what he dug with his hands was no longer soft bones, but something like silk.
To be continued...