Ye Sheng couldn't care much about how to do it in the secret realm, and at this time, the sky began to turn white faintly, and she sped up her steps and returned the same way.

kicked away a certain leopard that was blocking the road and wanted to attack her, but she didn't read all the information, and she didn't want to pay attention to it, so she ran away without squinting.

Back on the cliff, she stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the emptiness at her feet, and the height of the cliff, hesitating to trust her instincts.

In case her instincts are wrong, her journey has just begun, and she accidentally falls to her death or something, which is really ugly.

The orange-yellow sun on the horizon had already shown some edges, and the surroundings were much brighter, so she put away her torches, went to the side of the woods, pulled up a small grass, broke a branch, and walked back to the place.

Throwing the object forward, they saw that they crossed a short parabola and then fell freely to the bottom of the cliff.

With a light breath, Ye Sheng tentatively raised one leg again, stepped out of the cliff, slowly put it down, and stepped on the ground.

A bright green surface appeared at her feet, and as she stepped on it, several small grass and flowers grew around her.

Seeing that she had stepped on the ground, she relieved her heart, even if it was actually a cliff under her feet.

Continuing to walk forward, the next glossy surface seemed to be a few centimeters higher, and when the footsteps were stepped on, flowers and plants grew around it, and it was different from the first glossy surface.

She somehow thought it was funny, but she didn't dare to relax too much, if the glossy side disappeared suddenly, she would immediately fall off the cliff.

Raising her feet and continuing to walk forward, she looked back and saw that the first piece of light had disappeared, and there was a short empty distance between her and the cliff.

Turning around and relying on his instincts, he continued to walk forward, which seemed to be a ladder to the top, and he carefully landed according to his own intuition.

She walked higher and higher step by step, looking down at the height under her feet, although it was not ten thousand feet high, but there was no problem in breaking into a meatloaf.

It wasn't until a step down that a large area of soil and meadow appeared, and it stretched all the way out, this time as if it were the real thing.

Take a few steps back, this staircase will always only show the two pieces that your feet are stepping on, and if you step back, there will be no smooth surface ahead.

She could see the stones under the soil without hindrance, and there was a huge formation surrounded by a string of rune papers, and in front of her was a floating island of no small area.

There seemed to be streams and lakes on the island, and she saw that there was a water flowing down the edge of the island, and when she reached the formation, the water turned and headed towards the center of the island.

Can the formation still do this?

It feels good to be down-to-earth on the floating island, although it is still empty underneath.

What are the people who created this island?

But thinking about her instincts, the formation surrounded by underground rune paper, she had a bad premonition, this island wouldn't be tossed out by herself, right?

But if only she had built a house on the island underneath now, she would never have bothered to build a floating island.

A small lawn garden, with a lot of familiar but unrecognizable flowers, all of which are beautiful.

Ye Sheng didn't look too much, walked to the flower forest behind him, raised his hand to catch a fallen flower, soft and light, and looked at the pink and white flowers clustered on the branches, like peach blossoms.

The tip of the nose also has a very light but pleasant smell of flowers.

Walking further through the flower forest, I saw a scene of a small bridge and flowing water, a two-story small building made of bamboo, and a piece of green bamboo growing on the side of the small building, at this time with crystal dew.

The bamboo forest leaned against a few rocks, which was probably the highest position on the floating island, and she walked over, the rocks were half surrounded by a secluded pool, and the stream extended out to flow into the distance in front of the bamboo building, which was probably the place where the flowing water she had seen before went straight down.

She could actually jump over the stream, but she still walked onto the small bridge.

The small courtyard in front of the bamboo building has no fence, but it is surrounded by a stream, and some round stones are stacked on the side of the stream.

At this time, bamboo leaves and petals fell all over the building, and there were two stone benches on a stone table in the small courtyard, and a low table with a brown guqin.

There was also a wooden stake on the ground, and she walked over and lifted it up.

Suddenly a picture flashed in front of her, and she saw the woman in the blue robe in her memory holding a bamboo stick, and in front of her, a young girl stood in front of the wooden stake and hit it.

Her hand pressed on the wooden stake and flicked it a few times, and the corners of her mouth were smiling at some point, she liked it very much.

I guess I really made it myself, and it took a lot of thought.

Small bridges and flowing water, guqin bamboo buildings, bamboo forest peach blossoms, and secluded pond meadows constitute such an island, which is as beautiful as a painting.

But who is that girl?

Walked to the side of the guqin, brushed off the fallen flowers on the strings, sat cross-legged on the futon in front of the guqin, and the memories reappeared.

She sat quietly and played with her hands plucked, and the girl lay on the grass with her arms folded and closed her eyes and listened, with a pink petal falling on her body.

With her hands on the strings, she plucked them as if in a memory picture, seemingly random at first, her fingertips plucking a few strings into a tune.

Gradually, the speed became faster and faster, and the sonorous sound came out, sometimes high-spirited and sometimes low, but soon she suddenly stopped her hands and stroked the strings.

"Why did it stop?" I vaguely remember the position where the girl was lying, the woman in the black-haired black robe pillowed behind her head with one hand, and played with a bamboo leaf with the other hand, and the sleeves of her clothes were peeled off to reveal her arm wrapped with blood characters on a black background.

Today, she is not the one seen at the top of the Demon Trial Tower, dressed in a complicated black and gold luxurious robe, only wearing a simple and unadorned dark shirt.

As Ye Sheng turned to look at her, her narrow dark eyes also looked over.

"You didn't look like this before." Ye Sheng looked at her face, knowing in his heart that this person was the girl in his memory, but it was obvious that the two looked completely different.

"Well, I used the appearance of someone else at that time." The jailer sat up, bent his legs, his arms resting casually on his knees, and tilted his head to look at her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the arm wrapped in the rune paper hang down, and the sleeves also covered her arms, and a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, Ye Sheng seemed to remember something, and her eyes gradually became incredulous.

Reaching out and grasping her wrist and pulling it up in front of him, the prison was always calm to the extreme, and his eyes met on her hand.

Looking at the exposed rune paper, there was no record in the books she had read in the Demon Trial Tower, but at this time she remembered it, the information appeared, and her voice trembled a little: "Lock life talisman? ”

"Lock the life talisman, sacrifice qi and blood, and keep the soul of the dead alive and the body undispelled!" Ye Sheng's eyes were full of oppression, and the anger in his heart was a little irrepressible, "It won't take long for the lock talisman to suck up a person's qi and blood, even if I only maintain it for a few decades, your demon clan is powerful, dare to touch this thing?" ”

Putting down her arm, Ye Sheng Huo Ran got up, his palm was warm, and it was the blood oozing from the cracks of the rune paper. Pacing in the courtyard to suppress her emotions, she couldn't tell what was going on or after the day and the day between the memories.

However, anger still occupied her heart, and she turned her head and glared at the prison prisoner angrily: "I will die if I die, and I need you to protect my life like this?" Don't want your own life? How many years have you been in the Blood Sacrifice Lock? ”

The prison still did not fluctuate, and the blood that flowed out gradually disappeared during the fluctuations of the magic power, and what was under the rune paper could not be revealed.

"I'm a demon god." She said.