Just after Ye Chen and others left.

Deep in the bottom of the sea of ​​corpses, among countless caskets piled up from the coffins, the silver-winged corpse was kneeling on one knee before a huge golden coffin.

"Holy King, the subordinates are puzzled. I have clearly agreed to the agreement of the old man. Why should we let the people of China pass?"

The silver-winged corpse crawled in front of the golden coffin, his head hanging down tightly, and he said again.

"Are you questioning this seat? !!!"

At that moment, there was a terrifying tide of thought within the golden coffin, which caused the silver-winged corpse to scream and just feel that the bones were about to fall apart.

A gloomy voice came from the golden coffin: "Do you believe it or not, if my seat just took action, my corpse will be destroyed in an instant? !!!"

"What? !!!" The silver-winged corpse was struck by lightning: "Is the Saint King the one in the tomb of Heaven? !!!"

"No matter how strong he is in the tomb of the sky, no matter how hegemonic, he will eventually be held in shackles, and he will be voluntarily imprisoned here, but he can't help me."

The gloomy voice sounded again: "What really scares me is that one of the people who came with Bei Yan Dao this time was waiting for the whole shot!"

"Ye Nan crazy in the mouth of Laoer in the beginning? !!!" The silver-winged corpse suddenly looked up, as if remembering something.

"Who else can be there?"

The voice in the golden coffin sneered: "This person can set off such a storm in the outside world. Naturally, he is not a small person, and this person can't commit a crime for the sake of a very old man."

"Furthermore, this person slaughtered too many people in the outside world. It has long been a world full of enemies. Now he has entered the Yin Ruin. I do n’t know how many people want to die ..."

...

Half an hour later, the crowd walked out of the sea of ​​corpses, and what was in sight was an endless forest.

Ancestor Huang Quan looked at Bei Yan Daoren disdainfully: "Bei Yan Lao Er, you are still an old monster in the late God of God, and you are so humiliated to a group of bones and scum ..."

The ancestors acted like evil and unjustified. Those who had been beaten were extremely arrogant.

Previously, in the sea of ​​corpses and demons, with his character, he naturally killed him all the way, but when he stopped, he smashed it all.

Nai Bei Yan Dao Ren has been signaling to everyone with his eyes.

Hearing the contempt of Huang Quan's ancestors, Bei Yan Dao Ren looked at the crowd and could not help but shake his head and smiled: "You don't know, that the sea of ​​corpses is not as simple as you might expect."

"What do you mean?" Luo Tianya frowned.

Bei Yan Dao Ren took a deep breath and said: "I believe you have seen the previous scene, this sea of ​​corpses is a world of undead, and the corpses of many people who have already died in war have survived in another way."

"Like the previous silver-winged corpse, this is a martial art that can be buried in the realm of Wushen just one step before this life ..."

Speaking of which, he couldn't help but say slowly: "And the strongest of the corpse magic sea is not him, but the three lords of the corpse magic sea ..."

Hearing the words, Huang Quan's ancestor looked slightly condensed: "Three Sovereign Saints? Is it a corpse comparable to the virtual period?"

The faces of the rest of the people have changed, which means that they have just passed from a site where the power of the imaginary period has been refined?

The Beiyan Taoist nodded slightly, and said: "So the poor Dao just prevented everyone from starting. The sea of ​​corpses and devil was sandwiched between the place where the Yin Ruin was guarded in China and the General Mountain Passage.

"Isn't it just a broken skeleton?"

Huang Quan's ancestors disdainfully smiled: "The ancestors of the ancestors existed like this, only need to breathe a sigh of relief, and then they can be ashamed ..."

"Bei Yan Daoyou is not false."

Ye Chen nodded softly and said, "I also feel the breath of the Three Sovereign Kings, but from the present point of view, it is not hostile to me ..."

"Dare he be hostile?"

Yang Haotian said without fear: "Uncle Ye will raise his sword and kill him, and he will smash his bones ..."

"Go!"

Ye Chen glanced at him angrily, and immediately urged everyone to move forward, and first came to the Yin Ruin. If it was less than a last resort, he still did not want to commit evil with the existence of the refining period.

Of course, if he is really open-minded, he doesn't mind shooting.

Amidst the secluded huge forest, there are dense trees, flowers blooming and fighting, and sometimes there are birds fluttering, and there are groups of elk drinking leisurely along the gurgling stream.

Compared to the weirdness of the sea of ​​corpses and monsters, the forest in front of him is very peaceful, but everyone finds that the appearance of Beiyan Daoren is tense.

"Bei Yan Laoer, what's the matter with you?" Yang Hao teased the tone of Huang Quan's ancestors.

"Shut up, you little rabbit!"

Huang Quan's ancestor immediately rewarded him with a stir-fried chestnut. Then he looked back to Ye Chen and said, "Ye Daoyou, did you find it?"

"It's too quiet!"

Ye Chen looked at the peaceful group in front of him, and said lightly: "In this chaotic Yin Ruin, adjacent to such a strange place as the sea of ​​corpses, how can there be such a peaceful and peaceful forest?

"Yes……"

Ancestor Huang Quan nodded slightly and looked more calm than in the sea of ​​corpses. When he was about to speak, he suddenly heard Song Qiye said: "Have you heard anything?"

"Nothing." Yang Hao puzzled.

Ye Chen looked into the distance: "Sound of reading ..."

Everyone listened, and as expected, he heard a burst of intermittent reading in the distance, and could vaguely hear many others, as if an ancient student was preparing for the exam.

"Really reading ..."

Shi Qianhan said in surprise: "It's strange, how can there be the voice of reading in this forest?"

"Go, go quickly, and don't listen to the sound of reading ..."

Just as everyone was confused, he saw that the face of Beiyan Dao changed, and he had no time to explain. Then he urged everyone to keep up with him, and the direction he walked went against the source of the sound of reading.

At that moment, his footsteps suddenly came to a halt, and his back looked up dignifiedly into the distance.

In front of him, I do not know when a young man appeared, a young man dressed in elegant and elegant costumes, and dressed up by an ancient scholar, who also held an ancient book in his hands.

The youth facial features are ordinary, but they just look at the people quietly, and their eyes are very clear: "You said, is it Tianda or the NPC?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, apparently did not expect the former to suddenly, and asked them such a question so suddenly.

However, the Bei Yan Dao people smiled bitterly and gave a solemn punch to the youth: "I have seen Qian Qiu adults, and the poor Dao are the North Yan Dao people of China. I just want to wait ..."

Before his words were finished, the youth looked at the people again and said, "You said, is it Tiantian or the NPC?"

"Your little friend is boring. How can I wait for you to discuss the philosophy of Tianda or NPC with you?"

In the early days of the One God, the monk said it without hesitation, and then gently pushed towards the youth with one hand: "Always let go, don't delay me waiting ..."

The next moment, he stopped abruptly, motionless, as if he had been put on hold.

The youth looked at the crowd again and repeated: "You said, is it Tianda or the NPC?"