Chu Yan is dreaming.

The monk is so stable that he rarely dreams.

Monks have only two possibilities when dreaming.

First, there is a demon invasion, and second, there is some insight.

It's just that Chu Yan didn't realize at the moment that he was dreaming.

He found himself in a desolate land.

Looking around, there are no boundaries.

There are grotesque streaks everywhere.

The sky is a gradual dark red, chaotic, as if it was stirred water.

The whole world feels extremely barren.

As if here is a dead place, a forbidden area of ​​life.

Anyone in this world will change from fear, despair, and eventually numbness.

"Where is this?" Chu Yan looked around in confusion.

Because in the dream, he didn't remember what happened before.

This seems to be a memory from Chajin, so that at this moment he can only pay attention to everything that happened.

At the same time, Chu Yan did not notice that there was a pair of huge eyes in the chaos of the sky, and now he was watching him through the turbidity.

These eyes were long and deep, as if there were rivers rolling inside, but they were silent.

After looking around for a week, Chu Yan started to move forward.

Soon after, he met a group of people.

"There are others here!"

Chu Yan's eyes brightened and he walked quickly.

As long as someone is there, you can naturally ask where you are now.

But just a few steps forward, Chu Yan felt something was wrong.

Because it's too quiet.

The group of people in front has less than a few hundred, but they are neatly lined up, even walking in a neat pace, walking forward without a word.

No one spoke, and even no one made footsteps.

Chu Yan's heart moved slightly, her eyes condensed.

The next moment, he clearly saw that nearly a hundred people were walking on tiptoes.

This discovery instantly made Chu Yan feel the scalp faint.

He thought of a legend heard as a child.

On Huangquan Road, the dead souls walked on their heels.

"Here is ... the road to hell?" Chu Yan blinked.

He faintly thought of something, but in the dark, it seemed that there was a force blocking his thinking.

Chu Yan tried to look at the pale faces.

Each of these faces were numb and dull, as if they didn't know anything, they just followed the team subconsciously.

Suddenly, Chu Yan saw one of his dead souls move.

The face of this wraith is a light-made Xiao Taijin.

"Why are you here!" Chu Yan could not help but exclaim.

And at this time, Cang Yumen's palace of the unintentional person is deep underground.

This is one of the secret places of the unintentional.

When monsoon ponds do something unseen, they will choose here.

As a matter of course, it is only he and Dai Qiu who can trust this secret place.

"I gave you ten days to collect the materials. I didn't expect you to be ready for me in two days. Good, good."

The monsoon pond nodded with satisfaction as he looked at the neat spiritual materials in front of him.

Dai Qiu bowed his head and said without respect: "The teacher's request, I should have done my best to complete it."

"Well, yes, don't talk about my careful teaching to you for so many years." Monsoon Tong said, "Since that is the case, you will stay here later and see your master brother, who will tell who the killer was? . "

"Yes," Dai Qiuying said.

At this moment she hesitated, but finally did not tell what she had done in private and had seen Chu Yan privately.

After all, on the side of Chu Yan, she didn't get even the information she needed.

For Dai Tang, who is in charge of the torture of Cang Yumen, this is definitely a shame.

If known by my teacher ...

Dai Qiu didn't dare to think about that consequence.

She can't put her teacher to shame.

The monsoon pond did not notice the strangeness of this female disciple. He went to the secret place and sat down.

The surrounding ground has long been characterized by winding runes.

These runes, centered on the position he made, spread like radiation.

Each rune shows a smell of demon and ghosts, which makes people look dull and uncomfortable.

After sitting in these patterns, the monsoon pond's temperament seems to have changed at this moment.

The original solemnity and solemnity disappeared.

The whole man revealed a gloomy, cold taste.

"Although doing this may cause your souls to fly away and never live forever, but for the sake of your teacher, My Fairy Way, you still come back and tell me who killed you."

The monsoon pond spit out this sentence slowly.

Secret place, at the same time blowing a gust of wind.

Dai Qiu's first experience of this kind of scene, so at this moment, her body could not help but a layer of goosebumps.

With five fingers stretched out and scratched, all the materials in front of the monsoon pond floated to him in an instant.

The mouth chanted obscure sentences, and the fingers of the monsoon pond quickly poked in the air.

Every time you touch a material, that material becomes a luminous liquid in the mid-cavity, and then drops to the runes on the ground.

The runes on the ground are carved on the ground.

At this point the liquid went in and immediately filled the pits where the runes were.

At a glance, it looks like these runes are shining at the moment.

It's just that these rays are pale colors, which makes people look at them coldly, and feel that the whole body's blood has stopped flowing.

The temperature in the secret place is getting lower and lower, even in the realm of Dai Qiu, you can't help but grit your teeth and run aura to resist the cold.

At this time, the runes around the monsoon pond were almost filled.

At this time, he waved his palm, and in the blink of an eye, produced more than ten fingerprints.

Every time the fingerprints come out, the rune on the ground will tremble slightly.

Between light and shadow, an illusion of a monsoon pond stepping into another space is created.

"Hell the soul, Zhao Yuhun comes!"

With a loud drink, came from the throat of the monsoon pond.

This sound is sharp and sharp, as if the sorrow of Li Gui when he asked for his life, and the usual sound of the monsoon pond is completely different.

Dai Qiu's eardrums were stinging, but instead of resisting, she opened her eyes wide and looked at a humanoid light slowly condensing in front of the monsoon pond.

Although it is not a ghost, Dai Qiu also knows that the shorter the time of death, the higher the success rate of soul-calling.

Because of this, his teacher chose to recall Zhao Yu's soul first.

When the group of lights and shadows converge, Zhao Yu's soul will return to this world in a short time.

When Dai Qiuxin was guessing who might be the murderer, when he saw the group of lights and shadows about to condense successfully, he trembled, and in the monsoon pond, his eyes were shocked and furious.