Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Nangong Yi and Qi Night had long been full of shock, how could I not have expected this old man to be so powerful, crossing the space to the human world at extremely fast speed.

Then you don't need them to show you the way, you go straight here!

So far away, he's almost as fast as a transmission array!

What kind of power is this?

What kind of magic trick did you use?

Immediately afterwards, he saw the old man constantly staring in one direction without turning his eyes. The night was just curious. Nangong Yi suddenly said: “This is where the mysterious power appeared that day. Then he took people away, and the dance rushed up, but the strength of the Wu Ling realm was useless. Finally, he encountered a backphage, and he was unconscious. ”

The old man slightly squinted his eyes, “The realm of Wu Ling is not weak. Just because of this realm, you want to fight it, or you can't. ”

As soon as the old man's words were finished, the two people in Nangong looked at each other: it seems that this old man really knows what!

“What man? Try to mess up in front of my house!” A breathtaking voice came along and immediately saw Yunqi rush out with a force above Wuzong Realm.

“General Yunda! Take it easy!” Nangong Yi hurried out and stopped those people from rushing in.

“Nangong Yi?” Yunqi looked at someone surprised and just wanted to ask him how he got back.

But all of a sudden, a breath of immense power appeared.

With that breath came a sharp laugh.

“Hahahahahahahaha... I said brother, you didn't keep your fire, why did you come here? You're one step closer.” The voice was extremely exaggerated and the mere words made the owner of the voice feel good.

Next, three shadows fell.

“Sergeant! Kisho-ming!” Nangong Yi saw that two of the three men were the superiors and Ki Shuming, and immediately guessed the identity of the old man who followed them, only to be the same as the old man on their side.

I just don't know why, but they can all come here. Is it really difficult to do this little dance thing?

“You're here, too?” The old man who came with Nangong Yi looked at the new man and said.

“When this happens, my husband naturally comes to see it. Don't tell me it's my husband, I'm afraid the two of them in the south and north will come too. ”

“We haven't seen each other in years, and I can't believe we're back together today because of this. ”

The dialogue between the two elderly people was somewhat understandable, and it seemed that there were four of them, each in four directions, east and west, north and south, and this time there were two of them, and the other two were afraid to come here.

Woo Shuming ran to Yunqi and told him the story of the old man. Yunqi went from the initial shock to the later silence, and then watched the eyes of the two old men change several times.

“General Yun, the two men are extremely powerful. Let them live in Yunfu. Perhaps they will know where the dragon has gone or how to recover the dance.” Woodworking suggested.

Yunqi lifted his hand and touched his chin. What happened the other night made him regret it. Now he is two strangers. Yunqi had to think of the night again.

But what Matthew said didn't make any sense.

Half an hour later, Yunqi finally made the decision, “Okay, let them stay. ”

Go ahead and send someone to arrange the room and walk towards the two elderly people themselves.

……

On a mountain in the Immortal Realm.

Smoky mountains surrounded by cloud dance and immortality, at the end of that mountain range stands a very majestic mansion.

The mansion is so big that it occupies half a hill, and the top of the hill is immersed in white mist that it makes the entire mansion look magnificent.

A whole mountain, as if it were their place, where countless white robes roam freely.

White cloud dance fell from the top of the mountain and covered half the mountain, revealing the trees and houses implicitly, as if floating in the air.

Pavilion pavilion, carved beam painting building, immersed the entire mansion in a beautiful landscape like a dream, a waterfall flowing straight down from the waist of a mountain, a cool steam, in a river beneath the waterfall, someone playing by the river, someone pumping water.

Distinction is an extraterrestrial source.

And in the middle of this mansion, it's also a quaint and elegant room, and the bridges are flowing water, and the winding streams are flowing down the road, like a town.

Numerous houses are uneven but elegant, giving people a sense of poetic tenderness.

According to the water by the mountain, a formation of white fog fell from the top of the mountain and entered the courtyard.

In a quiet, deserted room with simple beds and decorations, pale white curtains, quaint simple teacups and tables and chairs, sandalwood burns in the room, fragrant and silent.

Dragon fell asleep quietly, closed his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a shadow over his face. He still looked very pale, but seemed to have nothing to do with it.

Yes, he is the dragon, the dragon who was suddenly devoured by the black column!

And now he's here all of a sudden, and he hasn't been here for a day or two, but for exactly how long, dragon evil means he's already messed up.

Dragons looked much better than they did when they were devoured by black columns of light. Obviously, the wound had been relieved, but they never opened their eyes.

He was dressed in clean clothes, and his clean quilt was perfumed, black hair spread over his head, several wounds and purple on his face, making him look very evil and beautiful.

The faint black fog surrounded him, making him look a little weird, and he was getting thinner and thinner. His face was faint, pale, and the whole person was thin.

When he wakes up again, the dragon spits in his evil heart, and he always falls asleep, somehow out of his control.

And when he woke up again, he still just woke up, but every time he tried to open his eyes, he couldn't open them. It was like there was some power pulling on him. He was conscious, but he couldn't control his body.

This feeling of powerlessness made him very angry and angry, and he couldn't resist if a man wanted to kill him at the moment.

Throughout the building, there was always an intangible pressure that suffocated the dragons who couldn't even open their eyes. These intangible pressures came from all around him, and he probably had a concept of this place, where the lowest levels were powerful and bounded.

But there was nothing he could do. Every day he could feel someone walking in to take care of him, someone putting fresh water in his mouth, and he could also know that people would walk through the window every day, and some people would stand in the window talking, unknown, so he could never wake up.

And this has been happening for a long time, and every time I regain consciousness, I can only feel a blank nothingness.

However, when he wanted to open his eyes and take a look at what was happening, he found it very difficult to open his eyes and move his body, as if he were trapped in consciousness and separated from his body.

And in the meantime, there was a group of people, always present in the house where he lived, scattered around the bed, whispering, not knowing what was being talked about, but the dragon's evil was always able to feel an extremely powerful pressure, wandering on them.

Dragon evil knows that these people must be a little bit higher than themselves.

Because he had no idea how powerful these people were and how strange they really were, so he wondered, who are these people?

Why did you bring yourself here?

What kind of place is this?

Why do you have to work so hard to hurt so many people?

But these questions have not been answered since he came to this place, because he cannot speak at all.

The breath in his heart was almost clear for so long, and these people did not seem to pose a threat to his life, as if they were trying something on themselves.

Every day, we observe, we discuss, and every day, dragons pour out the feeling of their own body, first an unusual fluctuation of energy, then they lose consciousness and go into nothingness.

He was not nervous, but had to give up the struggle and try to open his eyes and let himself lie in a comfortable, soft bed.

I don't know how long I've been here, but dragons can feel the slow growth of black energy in my body every day, my heart is very helpless about my situation, I don't know what makes me change so much in my body.

I don't know what's going on with the cloud dance, what's going on with everyone else!

Has Yunfu become a mess now? What the hell happened in the world? What happened this time was surprising, and it took a month for the dragon to pour evil, and it didn't make sense, because of what happened.

Since the day he was devoured by the black light column, the last scene he saw in the light column was that everyone was knocked down by the light column, spitting blood.

And the cloud dance, more painful to him, she was covered in scars, spitting blood in her mouth, and had shaken.

But she rushed to the black light column over and over again, accusing herself of failing to protect the little guy, making her afraid for herself, but until now, she didn't even know where she was and how long she'd been gone.

Always awake in a coma, sober in a coma, turning the other side, but can't open your eyes, see what kind of place this place is, what kind of people are around, suddenly feel helpless and insignificant.