Not only that, even a ripple does not exist on the flat mirror like surface of the river, just as the whole river is frozen.
With a little hesitation, ye Lingfeng quickly put his mind into the depth of the river. Soon, he caught a swimming fish in the water.
The swimming fish is still hanging in the river, not like a living life, but more like a sculpture.
After touching the fish, the fish, like the green leaves and branches before, directly turned into fine dust and scattered in every part of the river.
It is obvious that these creatures here are also surrounded by the poison of time. Although their shape has not changed, their vitality has long been cut off.
What kind of star is this? What he saw made Ye Lingfeng shudder.
He did not understand what had happened to the star, which would make people spread the poison of such terrible time all over the star and destroy everything.
Even at this moment, he could not help thinking that the people who left the poison of this terrible time and those who left the traces of ferocious attacks on the surface of the star and among the mountains probably belonged to the same group.
But he didn't understand what deep hatred it was that made those people do such terrible things.
If you destroy this star, you can even spread the poison of time on the whole star, which can be regarded as cutting the grass and roots.
I'm afraid that if it wasn't for the hatred of killing wife and children, it would not have been possible.
"Let's go and have a look in the mountains..." Shocked, ye Lingfeng is also deeply curious. After looking at Wu Tian, he rises with his sword and rushes to those mountains with ferocious battle scars.
What kind of battle level has this star had? As soon as they got close to the mountains, ye Lingfeng and Wu Tian felt a kind of deep pressure, such as a force to suppress them.
But they understand that this power does not exist, in fact, it is just the breath of those who fought in this star in the past.
Finally, they arrived at the straight and long sword mark. Close to the moment, ye Lingfeng only felt that the sound of the sword was ringing, the reincarnation sword was constantly trembling, and the blood in his body was surging.
Under the constant erosion of years, such a vicissitudes and ancient sword mark can still retain such a terrible Kendo flavor! Ye Lingfeng murmured to himself. He could not imagine how powerful the monk who left this sword was.
Since there are traces of battle, I don't know if there will be traces on this star, or some remaining treasures or secrets.
In addition to the shock, ye Lingfeng's heart is even more swaying. He wants to find some traces and spy on the mysterious pictures that happened on this star in the past.
But unfortunately, although the traces of fierce fighting are everywhere, even in addition to Kendo, he and Wu Tian also feel the breath of fire, water, ice, life and death, but no relics have been found.
It was like a hand in the dark, which had already wiped out all traces of the past on this star into nothingness, so that people would never know what had happened here.
Three days later, ye Lingfeng and Wu Tian entered the depths of the towering mountains, and were even on the verge of the broken edge of the disintegration of the star. But during the whole three days of exploration, they did not see a trace of biological activity on the star, nor did they see half of the remains of building debris or magic weapons.
And just when ye Lingfeng and Wu Tian decide to leave no matter what happens here, they come to a towering stone forest. The stone forest is dense, and the stones are more than three feet high, which are vertically inserted into the ground. Under each stone, there is a dark hole.
"This stone forest is like a group of tombstones..." After exploring for a long time, ye Lingfeng looked solemn and spoke slowly to Wu Tian after seeing that there were some marks on the stones that had been scraped off by the sharp blade.
Wu Tian nodded, he also found this end of Ni, also think these stones are tombstones.
As for the black hole under the tombstone, it is easy to understand that someone dug the grave of the monk who was buried here.
When ye Lingfeng and Wu Tian found that there was not a single thing in those caves, not even a trace of dust made of bones, just like a basin licked by a dog.
What kind of deep hatred does it have? It not only destroys the star, but also spreads the terrible poison of time. Even the people who were buried in the star in the past are restless. After their death, they have to suffer the torture of tomb theft and no bones.
"Boy ye, look there..." When ye Lingfeng was shocked, Wu Tian raised his hand tremblingly and pointed to the depth of the gravestone forest.
What's this? The leaf Ling breeze follows prestige to go, the pupil suddenly shrinks. I do not know when, in the depth of the tombstone stone forest, a figure appeared. It was a tall man with a clear face, dressed in a pure blue Taoist robe, who looked like a fairyland without any smoke and fire. Standing there, it was like an old man integrated with heaven and earth.And this old man, at the moment, is staring at the location where he and Wu Tian appear. His eyes are blurred, as if thinking about something.
Even if his mind was as strong as ye Lingfeng and Wu Tian, he didn't realize when the old man appeared.
Not only that, they could not even feel the breath of cultivation from the old man.
Although he can't feel the breath, there's no doubt that the old man's cultivation must be far beyond his realm.
"The younger master and apprentice mistakenly enter your place and collide with the elder. They're leaving now!" Without thinking about it, Wu Tian didn't dare to support him a little. He quickly clasped his fist and saluted the old man respectfully.
But unfortunately, for Wu Tian's words, the old man didn't even respond and still stood quietly.
"He's not human..." After hesitating for a moment, ye Lingfeng spoke slowly to Wu Tian and said, "I can't feel any vitality from him. It's like a projection. No, look what's behind him... "
Wu Tianwen went to find that on a gravestone forest not far behind the old man in Qingyi, he was leaning against a white withered bone. The bones were as dry as the wind and the sun for countless years, and the flesh and blood had already disappeared, leaving only skeletons. But on the skeleton, there are some pieces of broken clothes. The color of the pieces is exactly the same as that of the old man in green.