Cold, dim, oppressive.

After Yang Qifeng broke free in the light, he immediately felt a palpitation.

This was his reaction to the Thunder Tribulation Realm, and he didn't need to be reminded by the Dry Blue Demon God at all, he knew that something was wrong here.

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden gust of yin wind, which was indescribably cold at the moment in Xianyang City, which was shrouded in the warmth of divine light!

With a pair of eyes, he began to scan, observing the scenery around him.

"Woo woo ......" is like a ghost howling, a piercing whistling sound comes out of the yin wind, in front of Yang Qifeng, it is actually a sea of bones, with this terrible scream, it looks even more solemn and terrifying.

Then, a black wind blew between heaven and earth, and the breath was still extremely cold, but the sky and earth were black.

Black is a sign of great evil, indicating death and great terror.

"Boom" At this time, black clouds covered the sky, and black lightning bolts were chopped down, and the visibility of the field of vision was even lower, and it was dim, making this place even more evil and gloomy.

In the end, the heavy rain poured down, and Yang Qifeng was drenched in the rain.

He immediately realized that something was wrong, being drenched in the rain, such a thing, he didn't feel it.

The dampness, the dampness did not happen, but a cold cold in the bones, which began to emerge from his whole body, and the feathers on his body changed from soft to stiff.

He moved his body, visibly sluggish.

Such a vision, and the sea of bones in front of him.

He hesitated, and he didn't move forward and take steps.

A slight flame began to boil from his body, and when he arrived here, his mana was restored, and he was no longer suppressed, and he was silent for a while.

After a long time, Yang Qifeng spoke to the Qianlan Demon God, "Is there still a need to move forward?"

The tone is bitter and full of thick carelessness.

The intention of wanting to retreat is extremely obvious.

"Retreat, can you still retreat now?Do you know how you got out of here?" The words of the Qianlan Demon God, but they communicated with Yang Qifeng's divine thoughts, and began to come out from inside.

The divine sense was weak, just passing the words, Yang Qifeng had already noticed this abnormality.

In the past, the divine consciousness of the Qianlan Demon God was unscrupulous, and it was linked with Yang Qifeng.

No matter where it is, it is like this, even in the gossip immortal furnace, with the monkey, it did not make the Qianlan Demon God have any scruples, the divine sense was connected to Yang Qifeng, and the monkey still did not notice it.

But in front of him, the Qianlan Demon God was very careful, and his divine sense was cautious.

This scene let Yang Qifeng know that for here, the Qianlan Demon God is also extremely jealous.

However, Yang Qifeng's attention was not here, and the words of the Qianlan Demon God made Yang Qifeng stunned.

His gaze began to subconsciously look behind him, but behind Yang Qifeng, there was a vast expanse, filled with countless divine lights, and they were entangled together to form a divine text.

The divine light is not warm, it is not in the glorious majesty, on the contrary, the divine light here is full of coldness.

There is no way out, and there is no way back for him at all.

Looking at the bronze key in his hand again, although the bronze key was still in his hand, it was simple and dull, and as he input the mana, there was no response.

"Forward, right? Only by moving forward, you can have a glimmer of life,"

"This time I was careless, I didn't expect that this bronze key could actually open the Tingwei Mansion," the tone of the Qianlan Demon God was not very good, and he didn't expect that the bronze key would be so high-end.

Originally, in his eyes, the bronze key was obtained from the god of Daze Mountain.

And the strength of Daze Mountain God is good, that is compared with Yang Qifeng, if in the entire heaven and earth, Daze Mountain God has such strength, there are thousands of people in the world, and it is not ranked at all.

The bronze key obtained from him, in the eyes of the Dry Blue Demon God, was nothing more than an ordinary mansion in Xianyang City.

Although it is ordinary, it is not bad for Yang Qifeng.

After all, Yang Qifeng's strength is very weak, and an ordinary god's residence has the strength of an immortal.

It's a bumper harvest, but where would you expect that the strength of Daze Mountain God is weak, but things are very good.

"You say this is Tingwei, how is this possible?" Yang Qifeng asked directly.

He had a difference, and a deep sense of unbelief.

Yang Qifeng was not ignorant of Daqin, and before coming to Xianyang City, he did his homework ruthlessly.

In Yinglong City, a lot of information about Xianyang City and Daqin was collected.

Daqin set up three dukes and nine qing, and the three dukes were prime ministers, taiwei, and imperial historians.

Jiuqing, Fengchang, Lang Zhongling, Weiwei, Zongzheng, Taifu, Tingwei, Dianke, Zhisu Neishi, Shaofu.

Tingwei is impressively among the nine kings, and he is the most important part of it, in charge of judicial trials and prisons in the world.

Already belonging to the top group of people in the Great Qin Pyramid, Qin chaotic the land and shattered an era.

As a high-level of Great Qin, you can imagine how terrifying it is here in front of you.

No wonder the Qianlan Demon God is so cautious, honest as a cat,

"This is the smell of death," Yang Qifeng muttered to himself, although he questioned, but in his heart he already believed.

Boom Boom Boom !!!!!!!!!!!!

In the deafening thunder, in the curtain of water pouring in heavy rain. An incomparably strange thing was born, and an incomparably magnificent and tall mansion emerged from the sea of bones!

Unable to believe his eyes, Yang Qifeng held his breath.

The door of the mansion was wide open.

The red vermilion gate is as bright as blood.

Enchanting as a drop, as if oozing blood.

A crouching monster, he lay there quietly.

The shape is like a turtle and the weight is good, that is, the turtle under the stele, and the kiss is like a beast.

The open Zhu Gate was facing Yang Qifeng, and the originally vague vision became clearer at this time.

From the open door, you can see the scene inside.

Groups of soldiers in the city, like lifeless underworld soldiers, practiced in the rain in unison, their ancient armor black.

Black as ink, Daqin is still black, and the dress and flag are all black.

Monsters, soldiers

Thick black lightning tore through the void. The deafening sound of a deafening roar from the heavens was terrifying.

Yang Qifeng's face was bitter, he didn't have any confidence at all when he entered it, but it was not good to stay still.

The flames on his body continued to rise, and although the mana consumption was not fast, he could not continue to recover.

As time passed, sooner or later, his mana would be exhausted, and he would die frozen by the rain.

He had to enter, if he didn't enter, he would die, and there was still a glimmer of life when he entered, and he took a step forward, holding a black knife, and he began to move forward.