Nine Heavens

Liu Qianlang slept very comfortably this time, and when he woke up, he felt extraordinarily clear-headed.

Liu Qianlang's two treasures are very happy.

I twisted my neck, stretched my arms, kicked my legs, and moved around for a while.

Looking up, I found that the angles of the three moons had changed a lot, obviously I had slept for a long time.

In the distance, the sea is still as dark as ink, and the Devil Soul Island is gray.

Only this silver sand beach is still quiet, shining with clear tones.

The sea breeze blows, making me feel refreshed.

Liu Qianlang touched his bosom, the ancient scroll was still there.

The fire had already been extinguished, blown by the sea wind to only a few half pieces of wood left, which were extinguished before the fire was finished.

There are two coconuts on the side, which is a masterpiece before going to bed.

Liu Qianlang bent down and picked up a fist, knocked open a crack, and the juice flowed out, he leaned in and drank it happily again.

After drinking, throwing it to the back of his head, Liu Qianlang wiped his hands on the clothes indiscriminately, and sat down again.

Thinking about what to do next.

Liu Qianlang couldn't help groping for the Moyu skull.

Moyu's skull is cool and cool, and the coolness soaks into the heart and extends to the whole body.

Liu Qianlang felt that there seemed to be a wave of spiritual thoughts moving in his mind, making him suddenly very smart.

This feeling is getting clearer and more familiar.

Liu Qianlang looked down at the Moyu skeleton and said to himself:

"You must be a treasure, otherwise those strange birds and snakes wouldn't try their best to snatch you away. If only you could help me get out of this damn place!"

After speaking, he looked at the boundless sea and sighed.

As soon as Liu Qianlang finished speaking, she suddenly felt her eyes blurred.

Faint black smoke wrapped around his body, slowly forming a black smoke hood, wrapping himself in it.

Through that layer of smoke hood, the outside world is blurred and unclear.

Lowering his head, Liu Qianlang saw that the black smoke was coming from Moyu Skull.

At this time, the black air was still flowing out from the Moyu Skeleton's mouth.

Gradually, I couldn't see anything clearly in front of my eyes, and my body was in the boundless darkness.

Fluttering beneath him, Liu Qianlang had already left the ground and was floating obliquely into the air.

By feeling, Liu Qianlang realized that he was drifting towards the sky of Demon Soul Island.

In the darkness, Liu Qianlang couldn't see anything and felt really depressed, so he said by the way:

"Brighter, brighter would be nice."

Strange to say, there are some shadowy things in front of my eyes.

"Hehe, Liu Qianlang is happy now, this Moyu skeleton actually listens to him!"

After shouting a few words in succession, Liu Qianlang's eyes became bright.

Find yourself floating above Demon Soul Island

The island was not so hazy at this time, Liu Qianlang felt that the island was about tens of kilometers in radius by visual inspection.

The terrain of the whole island is slightly higher in the northwest and lower in the southeast.

There are many mountain peaks in the northwest, with luxuriant jade trees in the valleys and strange pines growing on the cliffs.

There are mostly bushes and large grasslands in the southeast direction.

Among them, there are some willow trees, coconut trees, oak trees and the like, dotted here and there.

There are some high hills, but not very high, Liu Qianlang recognized that he fell here from the sky.

At that time, the light was very dark and it was not very real. Only then did I realize that there are stone formations like the five-element and five-color god stone formations everywhere.

No fewer than a few hundred came into sight, almost one every few hundred meters.

On a big stone in the middle of these stone formations, three big blue characters were written wildly, and the pen was like a snake, which is really eye-catching.

Liu Qianlang read softly: Kukupo, what does this mean?

Could it be that all the buried underground here are skeletons?

Looking at those stone formations again, there is a stone tablet in each stone formation, and they are all black.

There is a skull carved on the stele, but the shape is not the same.

The southwest of the island is a large forest.

The forest is very dense and the trees are surprisingly tall.

Looking from a distance, it was dark.

The most obvious thing in the northeast direction is that there are several rivers that meander westward and then detour eastward.

On the bank of the river, there are luxuriant grasses and drunken willows, which is somewhat poetic and picturesque.

The most eye-catching thing is the central part of Demon Soul Island.

There is a huge iron tree growing, about five or six feet high and two meters in diameter.

The iron branches of the canopy pierced left and right, and the branches were covered with skeletons, swinging in the wind.

Those skeletons were human, some were beasts, and some of them couldn't tell what kind of heads they were.

Liu Qianlang kept the black ball close.

I saw that the cycads were covered with grooves and covered with red rust.

In front of the iron tree is a flat ground several feet square, which was obviously processed by manpower.

There is a tall altar on the ground.

The altar is about one and a half feet high, with a giant cauldron at each corner.

There seemed to be something liquid-like in the pot.

Liu Qianlang stood above the altar and looked around.

In eight directions on the edge of the island, except for the southeast direction, there is a colorful giant pillar reaching the sky in each direction.

They are black, white, yellow, purple, pink, gold, green.

Due south, there is an even bigger red pillar standing on the hillside.

The giant red pillar, shining red light, cast a red halo around it.

It all seems like the construction of the Emerald Mausoleum.

It's just that there is no giant blue pillar in the southeast direction. If there is, Liu Qianlang speculates that maybe he is inside the Emerald Mausoleum!

However, the southeast does not have that blue color.

After watching it for a while, Liu Qianlang felt even more confused. What is the name of those stone formations and this altar?

After a while, how can I understand.

It's better to go home soon, I don't know how Sister Shifeng is doing now, I hope it's just a nightmare.

Liu Qianlang groped for Mo Yu's skull and silently said to go home.

A cloud of black smoke quickly floated up from the altar and shot towards the southeast of Demon Soul Island.

Liu Qianlang only felt his eyes go dark, and then plunged into the endless darkness.

The gust of wind whistling in the ears, the crying of innocent souls, and the sound of Chi Chi Hey Hey can be heard endlessly.

Liu Qianlang felt that he was passing one mountain after another, one river after another.

...

Not long after, it suddenly stopped.

Everything in front of me is familiar.

On the crooked Crescent Lake, there is silvery moonlight, and the crooked moon has long been westward.

The night wind blows, bringing with it a faint fragrance of flowers.

The sky is not so dark anymore, and dawn is coming soon.

The waterfowl in the lake began to whisper, probably arranging daytime activities.

The majestic Emerald Mausoleum still stands solemnly, and the reflection in the lake is full of mysteries.

Counting habitually, one, two...eight, how?

What about the blue tombstone in the southeast direction?

Liu Qianlang wiped his eyes a few times to make sure that he saw it right, the blue tombstone disappeared!

There was not even a trace on the ground, and it disappeared out of thin air.

Now Liu Qianlang suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, what this premonition was, he couldn't say.

Subconsciously groping for the Moyu skull, feeling cool.

This feeling made Liu Qianlang inexplicably happy.

The strands of black smoke returned to the Moyu Skull.

Looking at the black smoke flowing towards the mouth of the skeleton, Liu Qianlang carefully recalled the situation where Shifeng's sister was in danger in her hazy vision.

First, Yuan Fang fainted, and then he fainted.

But at the moment of fainting, sister Shifeng was not hurt. Although the white tiger opened its mouth wide, its eyes seemed to be very gentle when looking at sister Shifeng.

Could it be...

Liu Qianlang thought about it luckily.