Wu Rong entered the dream again where the dark red flames were burning everywhere. He wanted to test the big ghost's reaction to the Zhengyang fire just now, but who knew that the stimulation was too much. The chilly feeling of Yin Qi rushing into his body made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave, but Wu Rong was not too worried. He is connected with the big ghost's life and soul, and he is not afraid of him doing anything to hurt himself.

Wu Rong wanted to see what the big ghost was going to do.

But even he didn't expect that he was pulled into this dream again. Since the implantation of the Zhengyang Fire Seed, Wu Rong has dreamed of this place almost every night when he sleeps, the dark and dense fog-shrouded domain, the dark red flames spreading endlessly like a carpet, the mountains made of bones and the mountains filled with giant Ghostly erected black coffin.

It's just that after knowing the most likely identity of the big ghost, Wu Rong has a new interpretation of this dream.

Could it be Fu Qingnan's body that was restrained by the red line and golden talisman formation and in the black coffin?

It is precisely because of being suppressed during life that the remnant soul will appear sealed after death?

And who would desecrate Grandmaster Fu's body like this?

Woo—

The whistling wind sounded like a wild beast roaring low and hoarsely, passing by Wu Rong's ears. It seemed to urge him to stay here for too long. But Wu Rong was not in a hurry this time, but still stood on the spot and looked around. He knew that no matter which direction he went, the final destination would be the mountain of bones. In the past, he wanted to know what was on the mountain, and never paid much attention to the surrounding scenery.

Now that Wu Rong knew that there was a formation coffin on the top of the bone mountain and it was most likely Fu Qingnan's body, he was not in a hurry. Instead, he looked around calmly. It is said that dreams are illusory and do not exist. But Wu Rong had a vague premonition that the place shown in this dream might be real.

Where would it be?

The bitter, blood-smelling wind swirled around Wu Rong, causing the dark red flames to rise and fall at his feet, bright and dark, but it couldn't reflect the surrounding environment clearly anyway. After all, the flickering dim flame can only illuminate a small area, and the light in the distance is completely swallowed by darkness.

Wu Rong didn't know what these dark red flames were, so he bent down to fish them, but the flames slipped from his fingertips like water, without any warmth or substance, even a little cool. This flame gave Wu Rong inspiration, and he stroked his lower abdomen with his hand, holding out a golden-red fire ball.

The big ghost reacted so strongly to the Zhengyang fire, and this might be the place where Fu Qingnan died. Could the Zhengyang fire that originated from Fu Qing illuminate this darkness?

Almost as soon as he took out the Zhengyang fire, Wu Rong knew that he had guessed right. The Zhengyang fire that was transformed in the dream was just a small ball, but because Wu Rong had been planted with fire for a long time, he had the breath of fire, so even the transformed Zhengyang fire had the power of a real flame. As soon as the Zhengyang fire came out, the dense darkness in the surrounding area quickly faded like an ebb tide, and the surrounding gradually brightened, but it was not as bright as in the daytime.

It's more like a dusky evening, the dimness of old photos, revealing a sense of old vicissitudes, as if the whole world has been covered with a filter. Although the hall became brighter, Wu Rong's surroundings were still empty, like an endless plain. There was a sound of splashing water, and the warm and flowing water waves swirled and flowed back at Wu Rong's feet, almost covering his ankles.

Wu Rong looked down and realized that it was not water, but blood.

The Taotao blood river couldn't see the source clearly, and couldn't see where it was going, it only flowed beside him. All the dark red flames disappeared.

Could it be that this is the original appearance of the dark red flame, which is actually blood?

Wu Rong held the Zhengyang fire and waited for a while, but there was no change in the surroundings. On the contrary, the Zhengyang fire in the palm of his hand became increasingly dimmer, as if his strength was exhausted and it was about to dissipate. Wu Rong didn't know what would happen when the illusory fire dissipated. He might wake up from the abnormal dream, or other things might happen.

Wu Rong responded to all changes by staying the same, and when the fire was about to dissipate, his hard work finally paid off.

Suddenly there was a hot feeling in the pocket, so hot that it was unbearable. Wu Rong held the fire seed in one hand, and put the other hand into his pocket. After touching something hot, I was taken aback and took it out to look at it.

It turned out to be Aunt Wu Rong's hairpin.

At this moment, on the butterfly pattern on the silver hairpin, the red phoenix-tailed butterfly stone representing the eyes is shining brightly, as if two rubies are about to burn. It seemed to have a different kind of attraction, Wu Rong could not look away after just looking at it, only felt that the red spots were getting hotter and more gorgeous, as if they were getting closer and closer to him.

boom!

When Huo Hong occupied Wu Rong's entire vision, a deafening roar sounded from his mind, instantly grabbing his mind. Wu Rong had a splitting headache, and his mind was buzzing. In a trance, he seemed to hear the voices of many people, old and young, men and women, both Chinese and foreign. In the end, all the scattered voices converged into one In a word, among the many voices, there is a cold and calm male voice that is the clearest.

【Using our sacrifice today, in exchange for the eternal existence of human beings in the future】

[Humanity lasts forever! 】

…

"Sister, your hairpin is so pretty."

The melodious, soft and ethereal voice awakened Wu Rong's chaotic consciousness. He seemed to have been lost in the darkness for a long time, so long that even his consciousness was about to disappear. This is a very dangerous thing, and Wu Rong vaguely realized that if his consciousness is really broken, he will never be able to wake up again. But when consciousness is about to dissipate, there are many forces protecting him.

The cold and feminine power comes from the big ghost, the Gu species, and the coldness deep in his own soul. The warm positive power comes from Zhengyang tinder, hairpins, and the yin-yang contract with Fu Qing. Now that he is out of danger, his consciousness has been regrouped, and through the hairpin and Zhengyang fire, he is likely to glimpse the real thing hidden in the darkness of the dream.

Wu Rong seldom took risks, but after he made a decision, he was more ruthless than anyone else.

Now it's up to him whether the risk is worth it.

"Sister, I wrote a song for your beautiful butterfly, can I sing it to you?"

The girl's smiling voice was sweet and moving, pure and innocent. Wu Rong had heard Zhou Jin's singing, but he was far inferior to the girl's voice at the moment.

Wu Rong slowly opened his eyes, his vision went from blurry to clear. What caught her eyes was a pair of pupils as blue as the sea, her skin as white snow, her pure golden hair as golden rice in autumn, and her lips as roses. She was dressed in a pure white dress, scattered on the ground like pure and flawless snow. And a smile purer than Snow appeared on the girl's face.

She tilted her head and curled the corners of her lips, and smiled at Wu Rong with a flawless joy: "Sister, you're finally awake."

"Vivian still has a way."

A clear and humorous young male voice came from the front, teasing with good intentions: "Everyone will regret waking up the sleeping Ms. Wu Rong, her cute little bugs can send you to hell."

Wu Rong didn't make a sound, and silently looked around. The sky was still gray, with ashes floating like dirty flakes of snow. Surrounded by endless wasteland, the land is cracked and barren, and a few dead trees with no vitality can be seen.

But they were on a miraculously green and downy grass, and the thick green shade was like a huge umbrella blocking the falling ash. And Wu Rong fell asleep with his back against this towering tree.

Vivian.

This familiar name brought Wu Rong's memory back quickly. He looked at the innocent blond girl sitting sideways on the grass, and was caught off guard by the scent of flowers.

"Wreaths of sage and lavender, that's what Man taught me."

Vivienne happily gave Wu Rong a beautiful wreath, and said with a happy smile, "My sister won't suffer from insomnia in the future."

Witch.

Wu Rong took the wreath. Now, because of Wu Rong's hairpin, he entered this...memory fragment as Wu Rong?

"Leo, if you keep staring at Wu Wai in a daze, we'll have nothing but mushy soup tonight."

A kind and gentle elderly female voice sounded, pampering the young man with a smile. Wu Rong looked at the young man who was scrambling in front of the bonfire soup pot, his eyes flicked over his brown curly hair and green eyes, and saw his horrible face trying to rescue the soup that had already given off a thick smell.

Leo, another familiar name.

It seems that the time of this memory is likely to be when the nine heroes gathered and set off for the Great Tiankeng.

Wu Rong, Vivienne, and Leo, now there are three people. Wu Rong looked at the old man who spoke just now, but found that she was just a blurred shadow.

"Oh well, well, it's still drinkable, isn't it, at least it's warm."

Leo talked to himself, and divided the soup in the pot into several bowls: "It's dinner, everyone, does anyone want a bowl of hot soup?"

"Give Lama a bowl, his injury hasn't healed yet."

"okay."

Lama?

Wu Rong's eyes followed the brown-haired young man who briskly picked up two bowls of soup and walked towards a dark shadow not far away. Sure enough, he saw a skinny old man in a bright red cassock sitting cross-legged. Although he had never met him, Wu Rong had an intuition that he was Seema Gyatso. The old man's face was abnormally dark, and there were dried blood on the corner of his lips.

Suddenly, Wu Rong's eyes froze. He found that Leo not only put a bowl of soup in front of Sima Gyatso, but also put a bowl next to the black mist where he thought no one was there.

black mist.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Wu Rong's mind, and he looked around again. Confirm that there are only four figures of Vivian, Leo, Seema Gyatso and himself. Did the other heroes separate, or...

I haven't got their relics before, so I can't see their figures here, only clouds of black mist?

"Stupid Leo, you can boil soup, stupid."

The clear and clear child's voice from the black mist confirmed Wu Rong's idea that the nine heroes should all be here, but he could only see the few people he had taken the relics.

Subconsciously, Wu Rong began to search.

Where is Fu Qingnan?