Protagonist, please die quickly

Ling Han was sitting on the kang in the room with messy clothes, the clothes that had been taken down to his waist were loosely draped over his body, and the exposed collarbone and chest were all hickeys imprinted by Yan Lenghuang.He and Yan Lenghuang comforted each other once in the room, but did not continue. Even so, Ling Han still felt a little flushed, and his breathing was several times faster than usual.

Yan Lenghuang also looked unsteadily at Ling Han who was stained with his own traces in front of him with fiery eyes, and couldn't help reaching out and rubbing Ling Han's buttocks a few times, then took a deep breath, ignoring the gap between his legs. After getting up again, he tidied up Ling Han's clothes, then leaned over and kissed Ling Han's lips a few times, "Sleep." After speaking, he half hugged Ling Han's waist, stretched out his hand and popped out a finger that the wind would not The oil lamp on the table in the distance was blown out, and Ling Han was dragged to lie down.

On the second day, they rested for another morning. At noon, all the monks gathered in front of several houses, and then walked outside the village together. The monk sat on the back of the big bird and headed towards Yunmo Mountain.

In the evening of the third day, the group finally arrived at the foot of Yunmo Mountain. Yunmo Mountain is actually a small island surrounded by water, and at the foot of the mountain is a small forest.Although the mountain is not very high, it is covered with a layer of steaming mist all year round, which looks very mysterious.

The middle-aged monk is obviously very familiar with Yunmo Mountain, and he led all the monks to walk up from the foot of the mountain, because Yunmo Mountain cannot pass through the flying magic weapon, and even birds flying over Yunmo Mountain will He fell for no reason, so he could only go up the mountain by foot.

Although the monks have never traveled so much since the initiation of flying, their physical fitness is still much better than ordinary people because of their cultivation. Even when they walked almost halfway up the mountain, no one took a breath.

The middle-aged monk led everyone around a pine forest from the mountainside, bent down in front of a low cave and walked in.

Ling Han walked slowly and calmly to Yan Lenghuang's side. He and Yan Lenghuang had already negotiated. After entering the ruins, they should move away from everyone's eyeliner as soon as possible. From now on, they can stay together. It has to be close enough.

The entrance to the cave can only be entered by a short person, but after entering the cave, the space inside suddenly opens up.Under the illumination of a shiny magic weapon held in the middle-aged monk's hand, he could almost see the situation inside the cave clearly.

There is a layer of vine-like plants wrapped around the cave, and strings of bright red fruits can be seen hanging down from time to time in the middle. On both sides of the cave are painted murals that have faded. I can't see the content painted on it clearly, but I can still see the delicacy of the murals.

Ling Han walked beside Yan Lenghuang unhurriedly following the people in front, while looking around at the surrounding environment.

"The image of the ruins will only appear tomorrow, and everyone is waiting here now." The middle-aged monk stopped holding the glowing magic weapon, turned around and said, and then he took the lead in sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding the magic weapon in his hand The magic weapon was placed on the ground in front of him.

Ling Han sat cross-legged beside Yan Lenghuang. Although it wasn't time yet, all the people were in no mood to rest. They all looked ahead with their eyes open, obviously feeling eager to try.

A day or so is just a snap of the fingers for a monk, but the time to wait for the vision of the ruins to appear is as long as a whole year.

Finally, while everyone was waiting anxiously, the next day's time arrived, and at some point in the cave, a thin layer of mist filled the cave, and then it became thicker and thicker.

Immediately, a vortex appeared not far in front of the middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged, sweeping the thick mist, and quickly turned into a huge white round surface.

Then the white mist was dyed with a thick black, which continued to grow larger as time went on, until it was balanced with the white on the other side, and finally the huge round surface turned into a rotating Tai Chi pattern.

The eyes of the middle-aged monk flashed, and he quickly took out the two cloud and ink fairy plates in his hands. The white was placed in the black hole, and the black was vice versa.

After the two cloud and ink fairy disks returned to their positions, the huge Tai Chi pattern suddenly shot out a strong light, and the entire Yunmo Mountain began to shake at this time. With this violent shaking, the black and white of the Tai Chi pattern A gap slowly opened in the space, and then it opened wider and wider, and there was a colorful mist inside, "Go quickly, the gate of the ruins can only be opened for a moment, everyone follow me!" The middle-aged monk said, patting the exhaust gas on the ground, and it was submerged immediately In the colorful mist.

Before Ling Han entered the gate of the ruins, he quickly pointed a pill towards Ji Lianjun who was flying not far away from him. All the monks focused their attention on the wide open gate ahead, and did not notice Ling Han's little tricks.When Ji Lianjun received the pill and looked towards him, Ling Han smiled slightly and threw himself into the gate.

Mr. Ji Lian comprehendingly put the pill into his mouth and swallowed it. Now even if he detoxifies, he will not reveal the identities of Ling Han and Yan Lenghuang. After all, he is also an accomplice, and the pill he took is He also believed that there would be no toxicity. If those two people really wanted to die by themselves, they might be able to kill themselves in the ruins without anyone knowing.

In his heart, he has completely regarded Ling Han and Yan Lenghuang as the disciples of the ancestors with great cultivation and supernatural powers. He did not feel that he could resist the two of them.And even if his sect has the highest level of cultivation, it is only in the Nascent Soul stage, and it is impossible to fight against the ancestors behind Ling Han and Yan Lenghuang.

Therefore, he was going to bury this matter deep in his heart, and he would not vomit it out until he died.

When Ling Han jumped into the colorful mist, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the next moment he appeared on an empty grass field.

The grassland is surrounded by steep mountain walls. It looks like a huge pit. Because of the long time, dense plants have grown in it.

The time here is also different from that outside. It is midnight outside, but here is shrouded in brilliant sunlight, and it looks like it is exactly noon.