Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

At the Blood River, the blood-colored river is calm and waveless, and tall trees block out the sun on both sides, making the visibility of the already dim space even lower.

Two slender figures on the shore stood side by side, silently observing, and for some moments, they seemed to be integrated with them, full of strangeness.

After a long time, the two figures moved.

One of them flew over the blood river, spread his hands, and two clusters of flames quickly spread out in a straight line.

The man closed his eyes slightly, and his three-dimensional facial features revealed a worldly indifference, like a god descending from the sky looking down on the entire river of blood.

Cheng Yan raised his head and stared at the man. It was clearly a chilling scene, but his eyes were shining, and there seemed to be a hint of love in his eyes.

After a while, Ling Jiuxuan opened his eyes, "I found it."

When the gaze touches the person below, it is like melting thousand-year-old black ice, tinged with temperature.

The two rushed to the teleportation array above the Blood River.

There was a hurricane blowing here, and the bitter wind element tried to push people back, but neither of them even raised their clothes.

Ling Jiuxuan glanced at Cheng Yan, who smiled back.

Ling Jiuxuan looked away and landed on the teleportation array.

"This formation is interesting." Cheng Yan observed it for a while and said.

The formation formed by wind and water makes use of wood and water in the five elements, and water grows wood. No wonder there are so many towering trees.

Cheng Yan: "Borrow a fire?"

Ling Jiuxuan didn't say anything else, and borrowed the prison Zhaohuo Tinder to dispatch with Cheng Yan.

Feeling the burning heat in his palm, Cheng Yan raised the corners of his lips slightly, and lit the trees on both sides separately. The hurricane quickly expanded the fire, and the river of blood was scalding hot, and the raging fire lit up the sky.

Cheng Yan pulled Ling Jiuxuan back, and after a while, many branches and leaves fell into the blood river like meteors, and a vortex gradually formed in the center of the blood river.

Cheng Yan waited for the opportunity, sacrificed the Yuanyuan sword and went straight into the depths of the vortex.

Ling Jiuxuan frowned, he didn't forget what the smiling face said, the river of blood swallows everything.

But Cheng Yan was confident that he would do this, so he swallowed the words in his mouth.

After a few breaths of work, the hurricane stopped, and the Yuyuan sword shot straight from the bottom of the river into the sky, and finally fell into Cheng Yan's hands.

Ling Jiuxuan took a closer look and found that the Yunyuan sword was covered with soil.

Cheng Yan returned the fire to him, and seeing him staring at the blade, he gave a light shake to shake off the soil layer.

"Tu Keshui, I don't want Yun Yuan to be damaged." Cheng Yan put the sword back into the scabbard, "Let's go."

The formation was broken, and the two easily boarded the teleportation formation, only to see a flash of light in front of them, and a dazzling light entered their eyes.

"This is the Linggu Realm." Cheng Yan didn't notice the danger, closed his eyes for a while to get used to it, and then opened his eyes to look around.

The Linggu Realm is completely different from the Coffin Village. The Linggu Realm is sunny and lush.

Ling Jiuxuan strode out of the teleportation formation, Cheng Yan pinched his fingers and calculated, this time it was finally not an empty divination.

"It's about [-] miles north of the wooden house."

The distance of twenty miles is just the blink of an eye for the two of them.

Among the cluttered vegetation, a dilapidated wooden house that has been in disrepair for a long time is hidden among them.

Before the two left, they first noticed the movement on the right side.

A ray of light flashed by, and a white and red figure stood still. When the visitor saw Cheng Yan and Cheng Yan raised their eyebrows, there was a look of surprise in their eyes.

"So it's Brother Cheng and Brother Ling."

Xie Yinchen said hello, and looked at the cabin, "The two of you are also here to look for ghosts and eyes?"

Cheng Yan: "It seems that this trip has collided with Fairy Hong Ling."

"Ghost Misty Sun Eyes are useless to me. It's rare to meet two fellow Taoists today. Hong Ling has the courage to take Ghost Misty Sun Eyes with the two of you. It's also a repayment of your kindness. How about it?"

The two of them had no objection, in Cheng Yan's view, with the heroine around, they would definitely get Ghost Miri's Eye.

Cheng Yan pushed open the wooden door with the hilt of his sword, and the three of them stood outside the door, looking at the scene inside.

"Illusion?"

The three of them have advanced cultivation, and they can see the clue at a glance.

The wooden house seems harmless, but in fact, as long as you step into it, you will fall into an infinite illusion.

Ling Jiuxuan glanced at the gradually darkening sky, and he no longer had the patience to deal with the illusion.

Cheng Yan could see his thoughts at a glance, and reminded: "Ghost Miri Eyes will be burned dry by your flame."

"Hou Lan will be here in a while, she is good at dealing with illusions." Xie Yinchen said.

"That's right, it's a mere illusion, and it's here!" Almost at the same time, Hou Lan's voice sounded, "Sister Hong Ling, you are running too fast, I can't even catch up."

Hou Lan is wearing a clear water blue silk dress, wearing a blue gauze on her face, with curved eyebrows and eyes.

"It was you who told me not to release the water." Xie Yinchen was helpless.

"Of course you can't let the water go, I will always catch up with you." After finishing speaking, Hou Lan slightly nodded to Cheng Yan Ling Jiuxuan: "What a coincidence, fellow daoist, we meet again!"

Cheng Yan and Cheng Yan also nodded, "I'm sorry, Fairy Lan."

Hou Lan didn't talk nonsense, she took out the jade flute and put it on her lips, breaking the illusion with the melody.

The illusion is composed of wood elements, and Houlan plays Shangyin, which corresponds to gold in the five elements.

This song is not pleasant, and even the more you listen to it, the more you have the urge to close your ears.

Thinking about it, this illusion is far more treacherous than it appears on the surface.

It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour later that this round-robin ended with Hou Lan winning.

Hou Lan calmed down, "This illusion is really powerful, it's no different from invisibility, without a trace, it's really hard to attack."

Without waiting for everyone to say anything, a wooden hand with blurred edges and corners struck at Hou Lan with lightning speed, Xie Yinchen quickly pulled it behind him, and sacrificed the red silk to wrap it around layer by layer.

"Is this wooden house alive?" Xie Yinchen frowned as he looked at the wood that looked like a human palm.

It was too late and then too fast, the wooden board under the four people's feet quickly fell, and there was a bottomless abyss below.

Fortunately, the four of them were prepared, and they didn't completely stand on the plank. At this time, they were all suspended in the air, standing in front of the dilapidated wooden house, and the scene was funny and weird.

If someone looks from behind them, they will find that the open entrance and the abyss have turned into a bloody mouth, ready to swallow the food on the tip of their tongue.

Cheng Yan looked at the abyss, then at the cobwebs in the wooden house, and stepped into the wooden house, "This wooden house is much bigger than it looks from the outside."

Four people entered the wooden house one after another. I thought it would be cramped to accommodate four people, but in fact it was more than enough.

"Come and see, is it possible that these are all ghosts?" Hou Lan lifted a curtain made of straw ropes, entered the side room, and was shocked by the scene in front of him.

The entire wall was glowing with bright red light, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be teardrops.

The name of Guimi Riyan has been well-known, and the story behind it is even more tragic.

According to ancient records: the Mahayana ghost king tears, shaped like a moist bead, reddish and shiny, crystal clear and beautiful, the ghost king shed tears because of his violent death, so it is called "ghost obsessed with sun eyes".

The majestic ghost king of the Mahayana period died of exposure to the sun, and the people behind him kept his last tear in a secret place, and he didn't know why.

Just looking at the tears on this wall, one can feel overwhelming resentment rushing towards one's face, as if it will swallow them all in the next second, making one's feet tremble.

And the straw rope door curtain is like an enchantment, firmly blocking these grievances.