Fantasy: Starting from the Nine Crowns

Everyone present looked at the man, as if it was unbelievable why he was worried, and the long-buried past in his heart was touched.

That was when the elders' association was established and when the boss was elected, the black-robed old man was able to stand out because of his ferocity and bloodshed.

Looking back now, it makes everyone shudder.

When I looked at the phantom outside, I still felt nothing, because what I saw was the whole picture of the ghost town, but Qin Yuntian didn't feel the hugeness of the world until he actually entered it.

The ground under his feet was soft, but it was red, as if mixed with fresh blood, exuding a faint fishy smell, but it was very pungent, causing Qin Yuntian to feel a little faint.

I was busy reciting the incantation in my heart, protecting the body with the light of the Mahayana Buddha, and holding my breath, only to eliminate that feeling.

There is a blood-red crescent moon in the sky, and it actually emits light, reflecting the entire sky like a demon circling. Yes, everything in this world is blood-red, and it is the deadly black.

Qin Yuntian was barely able to identify the direction, and walked cautiously towards the center of the world. Since he came in, he naturally didn't go out and it was over. He wanted to find out!

After making an estimate, I found that I was still outside the ghost town, on the edge of the world, so I secretly got up, explored the surroundings, and beware of the danger.

The further inwards he went, the more intense the bloody smell was, and a small path appeared faintly ahead to guide him.

Qin Yuntian didn't hesitate, soldiers came to block, water came to cover, hesitating was just a waste of time, he knew it was a trap, so why would I step on it?

This comes from a strong self-confidence, and it is also a mental quality that is difficult for ordinary people to have. Qin Yuntian walked on that path, and the time and space around him changed suddenly. When he turned back, the previous piece of land no longer existed, and it was still a path.

It wasn't that the black-robed old man used the power of space to transfer Qin Yuntian to this place, not to mention that he didn't have the strength at all, and he didn't need to work so hard.

Qin Yuntian felt that the position he was in had not changed, it was still the same position, but the surrounding environment had changed, or the space he was in had changed, so the power of the world could still have such a wonderful effect.

This world is like a castle made of sand that can be set and changed at will. Qin Yuntian is completely involuntary in this.

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Qin Yuntian walked forward and observed the path, but it was like a passage. I didn't know the end of it. The originally open field of vision gradually narrowed, and finally there were dark walls on both sides.

"Clap" was the sound of something dripping on the ground.

Qin Yuntian looked up and saw that the top of the channel was sticky, and the solution was dripping down, and it fell to the ground, corroding itself, but it healed quickly.

Qin Yuntian tried to pick up a drop, and in an instant, the palm was corroded, revealing the white bones inside. If Qin Yuntian had not been born with divine bones, he would not be able to die or die, he might not even be able to keep that arm.

As soon as his mind moved, Qin Yuntian took a step back, and went back to the source, back in time, and returned to his original state, with no injuries on his body.

This is the true power of the power of time.

What is this passage, and where does it lead to? Qin Yuntian has no way to probe, the air is full of bloody evil spirits, hindering his consciousness, and he can only probe a few miles.

That's just a tenth of an instant.