A depth of thousands of feet, five or six miles. Standing on this high platform, most people may feel a little dizzy.

Moreover, Qin Yang and Yin Yan have no soul power at all, which has reduced their sense of security again. But they have actually reached this point and it is impossible for them to turn back.

"Look, it seems that there were slings and other things here." Yin Yan possessed her and looked at her feet. It was the outer edge of the platform. There was a deep pit with rust on the stone, and there was a pile of rust inside. "It's just that the age is too old, and these slings are gone."

Even if it was a sling made of pig iron, it would have been rusted into powder after so long.

Qin Yang looked at it and nodded, "But there are some potholes on the stone wall on this side. Perhaps this is also a way to go down, but it is more comfortable and convenient without slings. It seems that we have to climb down the stone wall and be careful."

Yin Yan shook her head and said, "If you don't prepare, don't go blind. We at least bring some roots of the red spider flower. What if we go there and get hungry and have no energy to come up?"

The thought was meticulous, so the two of them came back and prepared. Each of them carried two round rhizomes like gourds, hanging behind their backs, and the more they looked, the more they became Coke.

And after they walked out, their soul power did come back again. When they returned to this underground platform, their soul power disappeared again. It was obvious that it was the strange things that existed in this place that suppressed the soul power.

Then, the two of them climbed down the straight and steep stone wall. This was an extremely dangerous climbing route, which could only be barely supported by people. Fortunately, there was a place to rest every hundred feet away, which further proved Qin Yang's guess that this stone wall was once considered a road, but it was just a "heavenly road" that was almost straight up and down.

Standing on the second redirect and resting platform, Qin Yang looked at the "heavenly road" and suddenly thought: "Teacher, there is such a road underground. So, what about the ground? Is there such a strange road on the stone wall next to the ground ruins, which is enough to allow us to climb to the top of the ancient demon abyss?"

Yin Yan was also stunned.

She really didn't pay attention to this.

After killing the rat at first, she turned around along the stone wall. However, in such a dim environment, she could not touch all the stone walls inch by inch. Moreover, under many stone walls, there were dense red shore flowers growing, and she could not eradicate all the life-saving plants and investigate them.

Later, the two kept digging holes there to carry them.

Yin Yan nodded and said, "After going out, let's look for it again. Although this climbing route is not obvious, you should be able to find it if you look closely."

"Of course, even if we find it, it is useless, because on this steep stone wall, we cannot pass through the thousand-foot-high strange wind turbulence layer, nor through the cold and cold swallowing area that is thousands of feet high above."

"So there is no hurry to find that, let's go down first."

But there is one thing that Yin Yan didn't say explicitly - if there is such a place for climbing, and if she can recover her soul power at a high place, then she will be able to climb out!

At least, there is such an opportunity, even if the opportunity is small.

Qin Yang was not stupid either. He said, "I mean you can..."

"Stop talking, I'm not sure about my teacher." Yin Yan said, "And even if I have two or three points of hope, my teacher can't leave you here. Let's go and go down and have a look."

This time, Yin Yan climbed downwards in front. Qin Yang rubbed his nose and smiled and said, "Teacher, you can't be my biological mother, you are so kind to me."

I still don’t know who Qin Yang’s biological mother is, this is a mystery. Of course, my father Qin Zheng must know that Qin Yang was originally going to see him and ask him this clearly.

Yin Yan was stunned for a moment, and her face immediately turned cold: "Palm! What can I do with a stinky man like your father?"

Well, Qin Yang himself also felt that it was unlikely, so he just asked casually. But when Qin Yang heard the teacher's words, he seemed... a stinky man? Could it be that the teacher actually resisted men in the depths of his heart?

Good guy, it won't be true!

Although my father may not be as handsome as a man, he is a hero of the world and an idol in the hearts of many people. Even a self-conceited person like Su Qinqing would say that Qin Zheng is a man. In other words, no matter how he looks at it, Qin Zheng is not a vulgar person, and has a good relationship with the Hall of Reincarnation. He should not be a man who makes women bored.

Thinking of the teacher's feelings last time, he seemed to have expressed some longing for the uncle... In the deeper the teacher's subconscious, do you really like the uncle? Qin Yang felt that the more you think about this, the more terrifying it became.

The two of them climbed down again, which took a long time. After a full hour, they reached the last level of the platform. In other words, it took an hour for the two of them to climb down to about nine hundred feet. And if they had soul power outside, they would arrive in an instant.

Without soul power, it is no different from ordinary people.

Moreover, here, the two of them used a rhizome of the other side of the river to supplement their physical strength. At this time, it was only a hundred feet away from below, and all the buildings were clearly seen.

Very spectacular.

The main hall in the center is the main hall, and there are no less than a hundred large and small buildings spread around it. In addition, there are also some collapsed buildings. It is estimated that this place is as intact as before, with no less than two hundred buildings. Of course, it is rare to be worth hundreds of intact buildings after tens of thousands of years.

At this time, the two of them could also see that the styles of these buildings were simple and heavy, and they did not look like the style of any period of the Qianyuan world. They were mainly dark and dark tones, and many temples and pavilions were simply made of pure stone, and there was no decoration on the outside. Of course, some of the original colors were originally painted, but they were only used by thousands of years, but this possibility was very small.

Going down again, your feet finally reached the ground, and you suddenly felt a sense of stability!

Looking up at the sky, the space like a deep well made people feel a little dizzy. What made Qin Yang and Yin Yan breathe a sigh of relief was that there were some other flowers growing around the stone wall. Although it was not as dense as the ground ruins, it was enough for both of them to eat it all the time.

Of course, both of them also felt that perhaps when Yin Yan was exploring along the stone wall above, she might have really ignored whether there was such a "heavenly road" climbing upwards on the stone wall. It was like the road that was coming down was in the end of a flower on the other side.

After calming down, the two of them looked at the buildings here carefully and found that many of them were very similar. Perhaps, this place should have been just an ordinary living place at the beginning. Naturally, they concluded that the place that is truly valuable and hidden should be the largest temple in the center.

"Go to that central hall first!" Yin Yan said, walking over first. When he got closer and closer to the hall, he turned to the angle directly opposite the hall. Yin Yan and Qin Yang saw three big words engraved on the stone plaque of the hall - "Xuwei Hall".

Even the handwriting of various ancient worlds is basically common, and in the Qianyuan world, the writings of the ancient times and present are exactly the same.

Seeing these three words, Qin Yang did not react. But Yin Yan trembled all over and her face changed slightly: "Impossible... Xuwei Palace, this is absolutely impossible!"

[Author’s off-topic]: A novel by a friend, "The Almighty Little Farmer", has been more than 200,000 words.
Chapter completed!