After Huang Yi left the Heavenly Demon Little Divine Dragon, he once again mounted the soul war horse and flew towards the center of the Scarlet Plain.

After flying into the night sky, he looked back behind him. In the distant forest, it seems that the flickering bonfire can still be seen. I don't know what the Heavenly Demon Little Shenlong will do next, is it also going to the Scarlet Castle for an adventure?

Huang Yi seemed to see his own shadow on the body of the Heavenly Demon Little Divine Dragon. The Heavenly Demon Little Divine Dragon has always been working hard to take revenge, and Huang Yi has also made unremitting efforts to be able to overthrow the World Federation. In a sense, they are the same kind of people.

I just don't know what the next time they meet, what will it be like?

"Whoosh!" Suddenly, a bloody light rushed up from the forest below, passing by him, but fortunately, the soul war horse reacted quickly and dodged with a dodge.

This blood-colored plain is full of dangers, and if you don't pay attention, you will die here.

Huang Yi put aside the thoughts in his mind and began to concentrate on his journey.

Gradually, the long night passed.

This night, Huang Yi encountered all kinds of dangers, and even began to encounter mysterious formations. Sometimes flying and flying, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, and he fell into the illusion formation. However, he had taken a formation course at the Oscan Royal Academy, and after spending some time, he was able to escape from those formations.

When the dawn of dawn appeared from the horizon, a mountain finally appeared on the horizon, and a magnificent castle was built on the peak.

The castle was built against the hill, and some of the buildings were even built directly on the cliff. The buildings in the city are mainly stone, and the shapes are ornate, and the spires and domes of the buildings reach straight into the sky, row upon row, and the eerie and precipitous.

The castle is well equipped, with small gardens, churches, mausoleums, watchtowers, astrological platforms, bell towers, and so on. In ancient times, Bloodhoof the Ascendant and his tens of thousands of servants lived here, and countless people worked in the manors and plantations of the Scarlet Plains outside the castle to keep the castle running.

But now, the castle was empty and in disrepair, some of the buildings had collapsed, and countless plants were growing around the castle, the stones of those buildings were covered with a layer of green moss, and some vines even spread through the windows of those buildings.

At this time, the golden-red morning sun rose obliquely from the sky, and the rest of the sky was a golden-red morning glow, but above the castle, a heavy dark cloud swirled. When the sun shines around the castle, it seems that there is some barrier that prevents it from penetrating. So that the castle has always been gloomy.

The castle seemed to be cut off from the outside world, a small world of its own, with its own weather system.

"The Scarlet Castle really lives up to its name!" Huang Yi looked at the castle from afar and muttered to himself.

The areas that are small worlds of their own are all top-level areas, such as his Hero's Prison and Thor's Ancient Divine Ship, all of which are isolated from the outside world.

Huang Yi didn't dare to fly rashly from the sky above the blood-colored castle, so he landed honestly, put away his soul war horse, and walked to the foot of the mountain.

Looking up from the earth, the blood-colored castle is even more magnificent, and you can't see it completely when you look up. I could only vaguely see that the hill was covered with layers of buildings, as if it had reached the sky.

On the outskirts of the mountain is a high wall of boulders, covered with moss and vines, unattainable. The only way to enter is through the only entrance in the high wall.

Huang Yi took a deep breath and watched cautiously for a while before stepping into the entrance.

The moment he just stepped in, Huang Yi obviously felt a palpitation, as if he was being targeted by something.

From now on, his life is no longer guaranteed, and he could die at any time. Countless people have explored this castle in history, and all of them who can come here are the best masters, but no one has completely explored this castle so far, and even the demigod masters dare not be careless.

At this time, in front of Huang Yi was a small road that meandered up to the castle on the hill above. On either side of the path grew an old oak forest, whose twisted branches and leafy branches cast a huge shade that made the path gloomy as if it were in the twilight of the evening.

Looking further afield, it is impossible to see the scene inside, a faint mist drifting in the air, blocking the view.

Huang Yi followed the trail into the oak forest, and slowly walked towards the top of the mountain, his shoes stepping on the dead leaves, making a "rustling" sound.

The forest was quiet, and I couldn't even hear the birds, only Huang Yi was alone. The ancient trees were like ancient guards, silently watching Huang Yi's arrival.

After climbing a few steps up the trail, Huang Yi finally crossed the oak forest. Looking back, the canopy of the oak forest was already at his feet, and he could already look down on the entire oak forest at this height.

In front of the trail is a bell tower. The bell tower had been destroyed, the mechanical clock had stopped, and a huge hand had fallen at some point, like a great sword stuck in the dirt, covered with rust. A blood-colored rose wraps around it, blooming with several bright flowers.

"Tick tock!" Suddenly, Huang Yi heard the sound of the clock turning, hazy, unreal, as if it was coming from something.

Huang Yi turned his head to look left and right, but it was barren in sight, and the clock on the bell tower was indeed damaged, and it did not turn again. The ticking sound shouldn't have come from the bell tower.

When Huang Yi wanted to listen carefully again, the ticking sound was like hide and seek, and suddenly disappeared again, like an illusion.

Huang Yi shook his head, crossed the bell tower, and continued to explore.

Next, he passed by the watchtower and the arrow tower successively, and did not encounter any danger along the way, but the atmosphere was very gloomy and uncomfortable.

Gradually, Huang Yi had already come to the halfway point of that mountain peak and began to enter the important area of the Scarlet Castle.

At this time, there is a huge church in front of it. At the top of the church stands a statue of a religious figure, with his hands outstretched and making a stroking motion, as if caressing the top of the heads of the multitude of beings. Under the wind and rain of the years, the statue has almost weathered, and only a hazy silhouette remains.

The windows of the church are domed, and they must have been inlaid with beautiful stained glass, but they are now broken. A gust of wind blew through the worn window, letting out a low whimper.

Huang Yi stepped on the fallen leaves in front of the church and walked in step by step.

The interior of the church was a mess, the dust accumulated on the ground turned into a thick layer of earth, moss and roses grew tenaciously on it, and vines stretched in all directions, almost occupying the interior of the church, and burrowing into the side rooms around the church.

Huang Yi turned his head to look left and right, originally the walls of the church should have been hung with murals, and the ceiling should have been gorgeous crystal chandeliers, but now they are all gone. The whole church was empty, and there was almost nothing left.

Huang Yi walked around inside, and went in every side room to take a look, but he didn't find anything unusual.

Gradually, he came to the side of the prayer monument.

The prayer monument is a stone monument that still stands after a long period of time. It had been eroded by a layer of green moss, and a morning glory swirled around it.

The prayer tablet, which is generally an important part of a religious church, is either carved with the teachings of the religion, or with excerpts from this important scripture, or with the holy words of the pope.

In Huang Yi's Heroist temple, the prayer tablet is written with doctrine written on it, and it can be found in every Heroist church in the world.

Huang Yi stretched out his hand and peeled off the moss on the prayer tablet, and ripped off the tangled morning glory, revealing the original appearance of the prayer tablet.

Sure enough, a carved text appeared on the prayer tablet, and even after countless years, it was still faintly recognizable—

"I follow in the footsteps of the sages,

Pray for the blessings of all beings,

Blaze new trails.

I use the death of a world,

In exchange for the splendor of another world.

For this, I will pay with my life,

But that's not where I end up.

Someday,

I'll come back again,

Showing my true colors......"

Huang Yi whispered softly and read out the passage. This text is written in the most common lingua franca and can be understood by anyone, but it is very difficult to understand the specific meaning. This passage faintly reveals a mystery, as if telling an ancient story, half-concealed, unable to speculate the truth.

"Whew!" At that moment, a cold wind poured in through the window, bringing with it a rattling sound similar to the shaking of a curtain cloak.

But the windows around the church have long been damaged, and there are no curtains at all!

Suddenly, out of the corner of Huang Yi's eyes, he vaguely noticed that a shadow seemed to flash in a side room on the east side of the church.

His heart sank, and he reflexively flapped the wings of freedom, using the active effect, and made himself invisible.

At the same time, he quickly flashed into the side room and looked inside.

The next moment, he was shocked.

I saw that in the dim side room, there were actually five sacrificial maids wearing blood-colored robes.

And when Huang Yi came to check in this side room before, he didn't see them.

These red-robed maids should have just appeared! But soon, Huang Yi noticed something unusual. The figures of these maids are translucent, and it seems that they are not real people, but a remnant of historical images.

At this time, they had serious expressions, holding their staffs in their hands, forming a circle, and their mouths were chanting, as if they were praying for something. (To be continued.) )