Fantasy: I Can See The Rewards

Can't describe?

Jiang Han pondered for a moment. He was still very interested in the birthplace of Zhiyi Daoist because it might have some relationship with Taishang Laojun.

"where?"

After a while, Jiang Han asked.

"Right in Zhongzhou."

Zhiyi Daoist's eyes were full of complex colors. She huddled on her chair and whispered: "It's about three hundred thousand miles away from here. It's an inaccessible place called "Tushita Forbidden Land."

"Tushita Forbidden Land?"

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Jiang Han's eyes.

The moment he heard the words Zhiyi Daoist, Jiang Han immediately determined that the birth of Zhiyi must have some unknown connection with Taishang Laojun!

in the Legends.

Taishang Laojun lives in Tushita Palace, or in other words, refines elixirs in Tushita Palace.

"Okay, let's go there then!"

Jiang Han stood up slowly and said in a deep voice.

"Now?"

Zhiyi Daoist frowned slightly.

"Right now!"

Jiang Han's eyes narrowed slightly and he whispered: "I have some disputes with the Martial God Palace. The sooner you deal with your problem, the better!"

Temple of Martial God?

Zhiyi Daoist nodded thoughtfully.

She simply jumped down from the chair, suspended in the air, and said: "In that case, let's set off immediately. With the speed of the two of us, it won't take long to arrive."

Jiang Han nodded and said to Ye Qingluan: "You can come with me.

"Yes, Master."

Ye Qingluan nodded gently.

She naturally knows about the Tushita Forbidden Land. Legend has it that the red land there is thousands of miles away, covers a vast area, and is home to weird monsters. Even Martial Saint does not dare to go deep into it, and only occasionally wanders around the edges.

Indeed, few people go there.

Because it has been proven for countless years that there are no cultivation resources in the Tushita Forbidden Land, and there are not even any relics left by the ancients in it.

No one will risk death to seek opportunities that may not exist!

"I didn't expect that she was born in the Tushita Forbidden Land..."

Ye Qingluan's bright eyes flashed.

(chdh) Doesn’t this mean that there are people living in the Susu Forbidden Land?

soon.

Jiang Han called Li Qingxuan again and asked her and Ye Qingluan to stay in the Bronze Temple. Then he and Zhiyi Daoist turned into two streams of light and flew towards the Tushita forbidden area.

The forbidden land of Tushita is thousands of miles away.

The land here is all red, as if it has been burned with a soldering iron, which reminds Jiang Han of a place——

Flame Mountain!

But the difference is that there are no mountains here.

Look around.

The Tushita Forbidden Land is basically a plain, with crimson red land filling the sight, and there is no burning aura, but the looming evil aura of blood mist!

"Be careful and follow me.

Zhiyi Daoist was floating in the air, wearing an ill-fitting Taoist robe, and whispered: "There is something weird here. Even the Martial Saint will be eroded. But they... won't hurt me."

When she said this, her tone was a little complicated.

Weird?

Jiang Han looked around with interest.

He couldn't see anything, maybe he hadn't reached the center yet.

In the words of Zhiyi Daoist, once you reach the forbidden area of ​​​​Tushita, you can no longer fly quickly because there are some terrible restrictions in the air. Once you reach a certain height or the speed is too fast, you will be directly strangled!

At first.

Many Martial Saints died tragically because of this. It can be said that their deaths were unjust and unclear.

As he went deeper, Jiang Han's expression became solemn.

At this time, they were already about three thousand miles away from the edge of the Tushita Forbidden Land. They could see steaming blood-colored mist everywhere, and they could vaguely see the hidden paths within it.

.

Jiang Han could even feel the eyes staring at him!

"What the hell is all this?"

He was wary.

Due to being shrouded in fog, Jiang Han could not detect the information of those shadows at all, because their outlines were not clear and he could only vaguely see some vague shadows.

Walked for a while.

Jiang Han became more and more cautious.

Because at this time, the blood-colored mist around him had become so thick that it was like a heavy haze, making it impossible to see anything within three meters.

Moreover, this bloody mist will also corrode the mind, so the road cannot be seen at all.

Just the shadows hovering around.

They floated and walked in the blood-colored mist, making no sound. All their eyes fell on Jiang Han, making his back feel cold.

"What are these shadows?" Jiang Han whispered.

"have no idea."

Zhiyi Daoist said quietly, "They have already existed when I was born. They will attack all outsiders. Even Martial Saint does not dare to go deep into this place."

"The reason why they don't hurt you is because you were born here... They regard you as the same kind?" Jiang Han wondered.

"may be."

Zhiyi Daoist floats in the air and flies forward slowly.

Her voice was empty and indifferent, without the slightest emotion, like a puppet that had just learned to speak, and even had a hint of machinery.

"Are you OK?"

Jiang Han stared at her back and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's alright."

Zhiyi Daoist said quietly, "What can I do? This is like my home, now I'm just going home..."

The words have not yet finished.

"You are not Zhiyi!"

Jiang Han suddenly burst out with bright golden light in his hand, shouted loudly, and took action boldly.

boom!

The surging palm prints exploded on the small figure, scattering the bloody mist around it, but the opponent was unscathed, not even the slightest damage to his clothes.

Jiang Han's pupils suddenly contracted.

A bronze temple appeared in his hand, ready to release the corpse demon of Xiaoyao Martial Emperor at any time.

"I'm not Zhiyi, who is Zhiyi?"

There was silence for a moment.

The small figure slowly turned around.

She looked exactly like Zhiyi Daoist, but her face was pale, her pupils were dark, and she shed two lines of blood and tears. Her bright red lips raised a strange arc little by little: "I am Zhiyi.