Leave it to the uncle to buy road money

Zheng Yi wandered around the entire border of Xuanming City, until he found the core of the entire Xuanming City.

Compared with Gu Qiansheng who first started wandering aimlessly, he seemed more purposeful than his idea of ​​wanting to explore around.

Even if Old Ghost Yan is an old monster who has lived for tens of thousands of years, he would never have imagined that a person who came here and knew nothing about Xuanming City could directly find the City Lord's Mansion of Xuanming City so quickly.

He even went straight to the forbidden area and went straight to the forehead.

Like Old Ghost Yan.

The reason why he entered the deep well was also because there was a pathfinder in front of him.

The soul with the opposite character to him opened the way first. When they were fighting, that soul entered the well first, and then the well disappeared in front of Old Yan.

Back then, Old Ghost Yan thought that guy was dead.

As a result, it was not until later that Old Ghost Yan saw the soul again that he realized that there was no fatal danger underground.Even when this soul met again for the second time, it was already able to fight him to the point of equal.

of course.

He would not tell his apprentices about these unfortunate things.

After all, the fewer people who know about embarrassing things, the better.

Regardless of what happened before, Old Ghost Yan will never be the first person to eat crabs.

Zheng Yi's soul floated slowly to the front of this four-story steeple-style treasure house.

Different from the desolation covered with dust and spiders during the day, although the whole body of Zangbao Pavilion is still very dirty at this moment, it can be seen that this tower-like building is exuding a faint cool and silver light.

The moonlight fell on the glazed tiles on the top, reflecting clear and shallow seven-color light, as if this treasure house was shrouded in precious light.

Soul is light.

Zheng Yi easily floated to the top of the tower of Zangbao Pavilion. He stood on the tower and looked in through the colorful glazed roof.

The glaze is transparent, and the furnishings inside appear distorted and messy due to the refraction of light.When viewed from above, especially directly above.

Zheng Yi's own hand is clearly pressing the colorful Bianhua flowers, but the projection below has turned into a ghost face with green face and fangs. It is facing upward with its mouth wide open, as if it is attracting wandering souls waiting to be devoured.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Yi felt his scalp go numb.

But he was not frightened, but quickly realized that it was actually just a phantom with little attack power.

Zheng Yi took a deep breath, and manipulated his soul to sink in slowly.

The incorporeal body can penetrate the space that has not been completely blocked, and Zheng Yi is doing this kind of thing that is similar to splitting and reorganizing himself.

His soul is still connected as one body, but like flowing water, it flows in through the gaps in the glazed tiles.What he did was not as handy as Old Ghost Yan, but he still easily entered the top floor of the Treasure Pavilion.

But at this moment, Old Ghost Yan has just found someone near the city lord's mansion, so there is absolutely no possibility of finding Zheng Yi again.

After Gu Qiansheng entered the top floor, he went around the whole room first.

There seemed to be nothing strange about it, he paused for a moment in front of the half gong, after all, every time he was dragged here he would hear several gongs in succession.

But this gong is really very ordinary. Probably the only difference is that it is a little older, but it is still far from Zheng Yi's original age.

He didn't stay on this floor for too long, so he continued to go down one floor.

The way he went down was still along the gap between the glazed glass.

That's right.

Under the glass projection, there is a glass patch that is exactly the same as the wood-colored floor. It is cut into the shape of a flower on the other side and blends perfectly with the ground.

Night has no effect on the range of vision of the soul.

The soul can perceive the soul of all beings.

But to Zheng Yi's surprise, when he descended to this floor, what he felt was complete darkness and nothingness.

It was as if he went straight down into a bottomless abyss.

It’s fine if there’s nothing here, but there shouldn’t be no boundaries, right? The Treasure Pavilion is only this big, and Zheng Yi simply closed off his feelings completely.

Although he couldn't feel the surrounding area at all, he could feel the ground under his feet, as well as the Bianhua glazed tiles that were exactly the same as the layer above.

Even though he was curious about what was there that could cause such a huge sense of confusion to the soul, Zheng Yi still gave up the urge to explore.

Even though he could think of it now, he was afraid of getting lost here.

He sank another level.

This layer is a fiery world.

There are clusters of fiery red soul flames floating in the air, shining with the fallen light that attracts souls. Once this flame touches the soul body, it will produce a pleasure like smoking poppies, leading those who touch it to obtain unparalleled sensory stimulation.

Zheng Yi tried his best to avoid the flames that might come into contact with him.

Because of this kind of stuff.

It brings not only pleasure, but also fatal burning.

The feeling of being touched by this kind of flame can make all souls addicted, even if they know that this kind of thing will devour soul power, they can't help but approach it, and then they will be burned into nothingness bit by bit.

This is a strange fire that originated from a kind of divine beast.

Zheng Yi didn't have the slightest desire to be the first beast to be buried under this kind of flame.

The feeling of seeing this kind of fire at this level made Zheng Yi not have a good impression of this place. After all, this already means that the owner here has no good intentions to capture his soul from a distance.

Although he doesn't know if the master of Lao Shizi in this old place is still alive, but seeing the strong atmosphere of the soul here, the person who can create such a large formation to imprison the soul, I am afraid that he will not lose his own The way to preserve the soul for a long time.

Zheng Yi moved very slowly and continued to dive down.

If these flames are light and unmistakable, they will be easily carried away by the air currents in the air. Zheng Yi doesn't want to have a pile of flames behind his ass, always preparing the kiss of death for him.

However, the idea is still good, but it is a bit difficult to implement.

There are still a lot of flames slowly drifting towards him.

But at this moment, he was already very close to the glazed tiles on the ground. Zheng Yi accelerated through the glazed tiles, and the flames behind him also accelerated, colliding with the glazed tiles with a bang.

Zheng Yi, who went down another floor, let out a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, the glazed tile is the boundary between these layers, which can ensure that the things on these three layers will not interfere with each other, and at the same time leave a passage for him.

just.

It might not be easy for him to go up like this.

Zheng Yi could already imagine the scene where a large pile of flames were blocked on the glazed tiles because of his sudden acceleration.