Chapter 876: Ancient Forging Holy Wind Spirit Child (2)
‘Are we all too cultivating the door, or is that hobbies of the Holy Spirit so special? ‘Xiao Zhan ’s mouth is very angry,‘ whether it ’s a hammer or a claw, or a halberd or a cricket, or a hook and a fork! "
‘Do n’t complain. There are still many people who use these weapons, but none of us use them. ‘Xiao Yan, who has calmed down his mood, said,‘ Ten generations of fighting skills have gained a lot. They are given to our main team, but it ’s a lot of help! "
‘Yes! Just thinking about myself, and not those brothers of the main team! 'Nan Erming gave a glance at Xiaoxiao and waited for Xiaoying to fight back. He immediately called on Ziying and the storm to collect all the fighting skills on the bookshelf and winked at Ziying and the storm, saying,' Brothers I'm happy now, and I will never fight against me all day long. "
Ziying and the storm secretly laughed at the crickets of Xiao Xiao. Xiao Zhan was so frightened that he couldn't say anything to fight back, and he couldn't help whispering: ‘How do I feel that there is no risk in taking things in this palace? "
‘Crow ’s mouth! ‘Qing Muer immediately scolded.
‘Haha! ‘Nan Erming laughs, do n’t let go of any chance to make fun of Xiao Xiao,‘ I said Xiao Xiao, if you ca n’t find a fight against me, do n’t say such a bad thing! Scolded? Haha! "
Xiao Yan went to Qing Mu'er, stroking the head of the ball and said, ‘Xiao Zhan is not really worried. Didn't the ball say before we came in that we will face trials in the main hall. I think, if we ca n’t pass the test, let ’s not take it away, maybe we ’ll even stay here. "
After listening to Xiao Yan's words, everyone's faces were suddenly covered with frost, and all of a sudden there was no joy of harvest, and the mood became heavy.
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Walking on the gray stone road leading to the main hall, there was nothing but silence, only the sound of footsteps of a few people, and the atmosphere was condensed little by little.
At the end of the passage, there is no imagined grand hall, only a gray door of light. I don't know what is behind, or where to go, everyone's eyes are on Xiao Yan.
Do you have any choice? Xiao Yan took a deep breath, stretched out his palm calmly, and pressed it against the gray light door.
At the moment, the sound of rumbling sounded, and the empty palace shook, as if there were thousands of horses and galloping horses.
The people's expressions changed greatly, and they looked back nervously, only to see that the far ends of the walls on both sides of the passage started to collapse suddenly, and the falling bricks became powder before they landed. At the same time, all the other places in the palace seemed to have experienced the corrosion of countless years at once, and they were weathered and turned into ash.
This change happened so quickly that the crowd hadn't recovered from the shock, and the collapse of the walls on both sides of the passage had spread quickly from the far end to the crowd. The crowd suddenly disappeared, and they had no doubt at all. As long as they were only touched by this terrible force, they would be turned into ashes.
Seeing everything will be inevitable, at this moment, a light burst out of the gray door of light and swept everyone in. It was just a momentary encounter, and they were pleasantly surprised to find that they had reached another space.
This is a very desolate space. There seems to be no vitality. The endless red-brown sand and dust have covered the entire sky, but there is a very clear lake in the central place, which is not polluted by the sand and dust.
But before the crowd was so surprised by this weirdness, the earth suddenly shook, and rays of light fell from the sky, forming a figure in front of the crowd.
Although the silhouette is condensed by light, it is almost solid. He was wearing a scarlet shirt, his waist-strap was as straight as a gun, his face was fortitude, his lips were slightly narrow, and he exuded a fierce sense of anger, exuding a great coercion that no one had ever felt before. The oppression was almost out of breath.
‘So strong! Much stronger than the four elders! Wouldn't it be Jiuxing Douji? ‘Everyone is shocked. How can you survive the test of the Jiuxing Emperor? Everyone could not help but raise a feeling of powerless despair.
The Scarlet Robes of the Emperor glanced at the crowd one by one, and his indifferent eyes did not have the slightest emotion. But when he saw the ball in Qing Muer's arms, his eyes suddenly changed, and his straight body shook.
The ball also stared at him tremblingly, shaking with excitement in Qing Muer's arms, and two tears rolled into his eyes.
One person and one beast looked at each other like this, time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Everyone was stunned, knowing that the ball was not related to this place, but they did not expect that the ball could make the mood of the forging Holy Wind spirit son who is obviously the host here out of control.
Doubts agitated, but no one dared to speak. Especially Qing Muer, who was holding the ball, faced Feng Lingzi's gaze. She was nervous and sweaty.
‘I can see you again, and I ’m finally at ease. How have you been in these years? ‘Feng Lingzi makes a faint voice, and there seems to be many emotions in his tone.
‘Guru Guru! ‘The ball choked and nodded, and stretched out its claws.
'Ugh! 'Looking at the ball gesture, Feng Lingzi trembled again, and then sighed after a long silence,' I originally sent you away from here, just hoping that one day you could start a new life after being born again, but I didn't expect you to Stayed nearby and never left. Why are you doing this? "
‘Guru Guru. ‘After hearing this, the ball became more excited, freed from Qing Muer ’s arms, rushed to the feet of Feng Lingzi, and roared hoarsely.
Leaning down, Feng Lingzi gently lifted the ball with both hands, his eyes were like water: 'I know, you and me, even after countless years, ca n’t be cut off, but I am a dead person, and you ca n’t stick to it It's only adding sorrow. "
Did the ball survive the ancient catastrophe? !! Listening to all this, looking at this scene, everyone couldn't hide the surprise, and there was a little awe in the eyes looking at the ball. Although I do n’t know why the ball has become so immature and the strength is so low, everyone knows that the ball must have been extremely extraordinary in the past, otherwise how can it be so profound with a nine-star fighter who dares to call himself “Forging Saint”? feeling?
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