When I opened my eyes, I saw the tall half-demon empress Nanrong Yumei, wearing a purple and blue dress, sitting lazily on the chair not far away.

The skirt is still very luxurious, covering a square foot of the ground. It is embroidered with gold thread with a pair of "Hundred Birds and Phoenix", which is indescribably graceful and gorgeous.

This skirt is worn on her body, giving people a feeling that it seems that in this world, only Nanrong Yumei, a woman, can stand up to the momentum of this skirt.

"You're awake. Nanrong Yumei took the wine bottle between her fingers, poured a sip of red and gorgeous wine into her mouth, put down the wine bottle, and gently wiped the residual wine from the corner of her mouth with her fingers: "Let's go, take you to see the holy land of my clan!"

Wu Luo couldn't help but raise a trace of anticipation: "We're here?", Nan Rong Yumei's heart moved, and the two of them rose, passed through the crystal ship, and rose to the deck of the king's ship.

The sea is full of waves, and the sea breeze is blowing. Standing on the bow of the ship and looking out, above the endless sea, a reef island, seemingly chaotic, but orderly, lined up in two columns in the sea.

In the middle of the island, a black water, like the beautiful hair of a young girl, meanders through the sea.

Wu Luo has never seen such a strange scene, this is clearly the sea, but there is a river flowing in the sea. Moreover, the sea water is like a riverbank for this Mo River, and it is actually inviolable.

The source of the Mo River is also in the sea, as if it appeared out of thin air. After its origin, it meanders through the middle of the islands and then silently melts into the sea.

"This ......"

Nanrong Yumei smiled proudly: "The wonders of heaven and earth, this is the holy land of my clan." Let's go, let's get closer. The king boat continued to the previous point, until it reached the edge of the Mo River, the reef islands on both sides are like huge mountain peaks, if the sea is regarded as the earth, then this Mo River is a big river running between the mountains and mountains.

Wu Luo looked around, these reef islands are a little strange, the shape is very strange, Wu Luo always feels like something, but he can't figure out what it looks like. Each of the reef islands was hundreds of feet high, and it was even bigger than the king's ship they were riding now. These reef islands have been washed by wind and rain for countless years, the surface is mottled, the cracks are covered with all kinds of moss, and there are even many seabirds, nesting in the cracks, sprinkled with bird oxygen everywhere All reef islands have one thing in common, the top is flat, if it is placed in Zhongzhou, it will be named "Pingding Mountain".

When they reached the river, the king's boat stopped, and Nanrong Yumei beckoned Wu Luo: "Let's go in, this is a holy place, even if it is me, you must get off the boat and walk." Wu Luo nodded, and the two of them floated off the king's boat, which showed that they were stepping on the water and slowly walking upstream of the Mo River.

Nanrong Yumei saw that Wu Luo had been observing the reef islands on both sides, and couldn't help but say, "What can you see?"

Wu Luo was originally not sure, but Nanrong Yumei's statement was tantamount to confirming his speculation: there must be some mystery hidden in these reef islands.

Wu Luo looked at it twice, suddenly figured it out, and said unexpectedly: "These are all stone carvings?!, but why, these stone carvings have no heads?"

Nanrong Yumei glanced at Wu Luo approvingly: "No head, it's good, but it's not a stone carving." These reef islands have gone through too many years, so the appearance has been weathered and eroded very seriously, and the shape is much blurred. But after seeing so much, Wu Luo can still distinguish these reef islands, which are all giant beast sculptures squatting on the ground.

He hadn't seen it before, because the heads of these sculptures were gone, and the top of the reef island was flat, and it looked like those sculptors had carved their bodies first, but they had never placed the heads of the sculptures on them.

But Nanrong Yumei said that it is not a sculpture, so what is it?

Wu Luo looked at Nanrong Yumei suspiciously, but the latter smiled slightly: "Let's go, you will understand soon." ”

Nanrong Yumei led Wu Luo to the source of the Mo River, Wu Luo looked down and was immediately startled, what did he see?

The Mo River is about 30 zhang wide, but it is not deep, that is, half a human depth. From a distance, it looks like a ribbon of ink, but up close, you can see the bottom of the water.

The source of the Mo River is the skeleton of this dragon's head with a diameter of ten zhang. The lower part of the skeleton was trapped in the mud and sand, and the upper part was exposed, the dragon horns, dragon scales, and dragon bones were distinct, a pair of eyes were hollow and dark, and the dragon's mouth was wide open, silently spitting black water outward.

And these black waters are the source of the entire ink river!

Anyone who saw such a dragon's skull would be surprised, and Wu Luo was no exception.

Nanrong Yumei sighed, knelt down on the sea, and kowtowed to the dragon's head: "Don't be Nanrong Yumei, after four thousand years, I finally returned to the holy land of my clan." ”

"The ancestors of the half-demon clan are above, and it is estimated that Nanrong Yumei will successfully unlock the seal, and the bloodline of our clan will awaken and unify the eastern land!"

After she bowed, she took out a jade box from her bosom. The lid of the jade box is inlaid with a circle of green orbs the size of a little thumb belly. When it was opened, it was a fist-sized crimson jade bead, and the divine light flowing inside the bead was like a flame. Wu Luo clearly felt that the powerful energy in the bead was uncontrollably emitting waves of fluctuations outward.

Judging from this fluctuation, the power contained in this bead can be compared to the ancestral spirit demon pill that the Shangtie Hengjiang sent people to find from the divine tomb in the Demon Mountain!

Wu Luo was secretly surprised, the half-demon clan was really prepared, this kind of thing was definitely unavoidable, it couldn't be found by Nanrong Yumei temporarily.

Nanrong Yumei held the demon pill with both hands, "bowed to the dragon head and bones under the water, and the demon pill flew out, as if there was an invisible big hand manipulating, gently placing the demon pill in the dragon's mouth.

The crimson demon pill is particularly vivid in the black water, and the black and red are matched with a strange beauty. The demon pill was stirred by the black water gushing out of the dragon's mouth, and then slowly sank "into the dragon." disappeared in the middle. Then it all fell silent.

And Nanrong Yumei is still crawling on the sea, "not moving."

After a while, the sea under Wu Luo's feet rippled, and his face changed slightly, because he felt that a terrifying force under the surface of the sea was awakening.

The power of that power is the only one Wu Luo has seen in his life, and now it is just a revived consciousness released, and the momentum has already made the entire sea uneasy!

Nanrong Yumei raised her hands and bowed down again and again, and a red tide caused by excitement floated on her face, "I couldn't stop chanting an ancient incantation that Wu Luo couldn't understand, and her voice was far away.

Nanrong Yumei kept adjusting the speed and tone of her speech, and gradually the rhythm of the spell coincided with the fluctuations of the sea.

"Boom ......"

A dull thunder came from the depths of the seabed, and the terrifying momentum rushed into the sky, and a black and yellow divine light penetrated the water, instantly sweeping thousands of miles of sky!

Wu Luo subconsciously flew into the air, "But I saw Nanrong Yumei still kneeling on the sea reverently, and the purple dress on her body was completely soaked by the seawater" She didn't realize it, the spell in her mouth became faster and faster, and the sea trembled violently.

"Bang Bang!"

The sound of the water was rapid, and countless fist-sized droplets of water on the sea couldn't stop beating.

"Poison!", there was another loud bang, and hundreds of huge water columns with a diameter of ten zhang rose on the sea around the Mo River. No matter how manic the sea is, the Namo River is still calm, silent and eternal.

"Wow", the sea level near the Mo River gradually rose, and the sea water quickly flowed around. Wu Luo's breath stagnated, because of that power, he really woke up. It is rising, and with its rise comes the rise of the sea.

The strength is getting stronger and stronger, even Wu Luo, and he also feels uncomfortable, after the power awakens, he is extremely domineering, although he has no intention of dealing with Wu Luo, but there is a natural kind of power, the oppressed Wu Luo is in pain, the meridians of his body seem to be solidified, and the mobilization of divine power and spiritual yuan has become extremely unsmooth.

Nanrong Yumei knelt next to the source of the Mo River, and the sea around her was crazy, drowning her from time to time. Even in this case, Nanrong Yumei did not stop the spell in her mouth.

The scene is particularly spectacular, the sea level within a radius of dozens of miles rises, a large amount of sea water rushes outward, and the blue sea water "white water huā" can easily set off huge waves dozens of zhang high!

Whether it is a human or a demon race, in the face of such a powerful force, they are extremely small.

Finally, the entire seabed was exposed, a piece of yellow mud, but flat, and there were some remnants of shrimp, crabs, starfish, shellfish, and other dying struggles.

The seabed was still rising, "gradually rising a foot above the entire surface of the sea", and then stopped. A huge platform appeared on the surface of the sea.

That momentum enveloped the entire platform, except for Nanrong Yumei, all the creatures on it couldn't stand it and quickly perished.

Wu Luo only felt that his breath was not smooth, as if he was in a viscous liquid, "If you want to wave your arms, it will take several times more effort than usual."

On top of the platform, those huge reef islands are like black daggers "stuck in the yellow tidal flats."

The Mo River is still eternal, flowing quietly on the tidal flats.

The huge dragon head skeleton was still at the source of the Mo River, tirelessly spitting black water.

Nanrong Yumei knelt down and came to the source, her finger slashed at her vein, and blood gushed out and fell into the Mo River.

With her blood, "Nanrong Yumei kept taking out treasures one by one and throwing them into the ink river. These treasures, any of them, are not inferior to the crimson demon pill before. Every treasure fell into the ink river, first fused with the blood of Nanrong Yumei, and then sank into the dragon's mouth.

The dragon's mouth, like a bottomless pit, can easily swallow everything that is constantly sacrificed, and it can't even be smashed out of the water.

Eighteen treasures in a row, Nanrong Yumei also shed almost eighteen bowls of blood, and the entire tidal flat finally made a muffled sound, "Trembling slightly." ！~！