Chapter 790

Deep in the desert world, several thick felt curtains are nailed into the yellow sand with long iron chisels.

Suddenly, the door of one of the felt curtains opened from the inside, as if to resist the heat, and the figure came out dressed in a coir raincoat.

Raised his head, showing an old face, dark face on the wrinkles, each road is filled with sand.

But his eyes were very bright. Even if his lips were dry and skin burst, there was blood oozing out of his pale eyes, it had no effect on him.

He took out a piece of black bone and rubbed his rough, shriveled fingers gently.

A layer of dim black light emanates from the surface of the bone. If you look carefully, you will find that the black light is composed of countless small runes.

They are walking up the black bone in a slow and mysterious way, combining and splitting constantly, as if to deduce something.

After a long time, the old man sighed and folded up the black bone with the palm turned. As before, this calculation had no gain.

It's not a short time to enter the desert world this time. Although the young people in the family didn't say anything, they knew that they were about to bear the limit, and it seems that they will return without success.

Hula -

the sound of sand falling on the surface of felt curtain behind her, another small figure came out, she tightly wrapped in coir raincoat, trotted to the old man behind.

"Old ancestor, still have no harvest?"

The voice is slightly hoarse, which is caused by the lack of water. The delicate small face with big palm is full of fatigue.

The old man turned and whispered, "yes." He raised his hand and stroked the girl's head. A light blue light flashed over her. Her spirit suddenly improved a lot.

The young girl stepped back and said: "ancestor, your strength is also very much wasted. Don't take care of me like this. I'm strong. There's nothing left."

The old man looked relieved. "I know you are sensible, but the environment here is a little more stressful for you. Go back and tell the kids that we won't stay too long. We will leave in thirty-six hours at most. "

The girl's eyes brightened, "ah, that's great!" After saying that, he vomited his tongue. "Ancestors, people don't think it's bitter, but this place is too dirty. I haven't bathed for a long time. When I go out this time, I will stay for three days and three nights!"

The old man smiled and shook his head. He was about to say something when his face suddenly changed. He suddenly turned around, eyes tightly looking to a certain direction, felt the sudden breath, after a short period of doubt, his face was excited.

Take a deep breath. The old man takes out the black bone just now. There are countless runes flowing on the surface without urging it. They are quickly combined to form a special pattern.

"Hundreds of thousands of years Hundreds of thousands of years Your breath appears Finally, it reappeared... " The old man murmured, the ecstasy gushing out of his mind and spirit made his body tremble gently.

The strength of the body broke out uncontrollably, and the strong breath broke out. Fortunately, the old man responded at the critical moment, only shaking the young girl to fall, without causing any real damage.

This movement, alarmed the people in the felt tent, suddenly dozens of figures rushed out, didn't realize the danger, then relieved, and looked puzzled.

"Old patriarch, are you here?"

The old man raised the black bone in his hand and said in a high voice, "I sensed the master's breath. He is in this space."

"Ah!"

After they exclaimed, they all showed their ecstasy.

"The Lord has risen?"

"I knew that with the strength of the host, how could it fall easily."

"What are you waiting for? Let's go to see the master at once! "

The old patriarch smiled all over his face, but at this time, the black bone Rune in his hand quickly broke down, forming several straight arrows. His face changed. "No, someone is tracking the master's breath. It's the enemy! Yu Yao, you little guys stay here, the rest of you follow me! "

Whew -

the old patriarch rose to the sky.

Seeing the masters of the clan roar away, the remaining ten young people are worried at the same time.

Yu Yao was the girl just now. She turned around and said, "let's wait in the yurt tent. We can't support it for long outside."

Turn around and take a look. Where the old ancestors disappeared, the young girl bit her lips. I don't know why. There is always a bad feeling in her heart.

It's OK. It must be OK. It's enough to defeat any enemy with the cultivation of the old ancestor.

……

In the palace without any gaps, Qin Huan stopped, turned his head and looked back, his eyes flickering slightly. Then he took back his eyes and went on to the deep part of the palace. Qin Huan didn't move fast. Every step would make the ground as smooth as a mirror and create ripples.

These ripples spread outwards. When they hit the stone wall of the palace, they will turn back. Then they collide with the new waves to produce more changes of direction.

So as Qin Huan continued to move forward, the ripples under his feet were very chaotic, just like the roaring sea in the storm, each wave was a rough wave."Qin Huan" walked between the waves. If he walked badly, he would be engulfed by the waves. However, his feet were still steady and he kept a steady pace.

Every step is just right. Even if several waves touch each other, they can balance the forces of all parties and keep them in balance.

After a long time, "Qin Huan" finally stopped, and the waves collided with each other on the ground behind him, suddenly disappeared, as if all he had just seen was an illusion.

Through the long corridor, the vision is suddenly bright. There are seats in the deep hall. There is a person sitting on the top, whose face is unclear. There are many figures sitting behind the desks on both sides. Some people have orcs, and some even have wings on their backs.

Although they are all stone carvings, they are exquisite in craftsmanship and vividly show the cheerful atmosphere of the party.

Qin Huan's eyes suddenly became deep, and his subconscious mind flew far away, finding the memory of the banquet. As you can see, it's the freeze frame of one of the pictures. Unfortunately, most of the participants in this banquet are now dead, and it's impossible to really reproduce it.

Qin Huan shook his head and stepped into the hall. At the moment when he entered, behind the two nearest desks, the stone carving surface broke and fell off at the same time.

"Who dare to break into the dragon city without permission?"

"Dying!"

In the roar, the man and the beast made their moves at the same time, and the bright light broke out, and the strong power fluctuation shrouded Qin Huan.

Even their magic power can be simulated

"Qin Huan" thought at the same time, looking calm and moving forward. He didn't react to the two men.

At the next moment, he walked by, and the body of one person and one beast was turned into powder to dissipate,

then the stone sculptures behind the other two tables were revived, and then the process was repeated.

Among these figures, there is a powerful black wolf and a beautiful woman, whose name is twilight shadow, standing under the deepest seat of the hall as a maid.

So when the twilight turned into powder, "Qin Huan" stood in front of the throne and looked over the long table to the stone carving on the seat.

"Unexpectedly, in the face of those close subordinates in those days, you can make a move without hesitation and leave no emotion."

With the low voice, the last stone carving surface, a large number of cracks appear, showing the figure of the end. He is a great middle-aged man, with a strong beard, eyes open and close, showing a double look.

Just sitting there, without any other action, it would be like a mountain, suppressing all directions and six harmonies, as if everything in the world would crawl under his feet.

"Qin Huan" looked at me for a moment and said lightly: "no one can stop me. Don't say they are dead, so they stand here alive. It's the same end."

Pa -

pa -

the man clapped his hands, "it's worthy of once controlling the ontological consciousness as powerful as me. As expected, it's so powerful that it can't be added. If it can swallow you up, my strength will certainly improve a lot, and even may replace it and become the new leader of the dragon city!"

"Qin Huan" said, "I'm really curious about what Dao Jun has done, which will give you the confidence to face me bravely."

The man smiles. "You'll know soon." He got up and spread out his arms. "Well, welcome to my world!"

Dong -

the deep and heavy beating sound suddenly came from all directions. The hall at the foot seems to be alive now.

Then the second and the third.

Dong -

Dong -

that is the sound of heartbeat, which is faster and faster, like a beating drum Because it is the heart of the ancient people that is imprisoned here!

……

Led by the puppet of the dark Council, all the robbers were forced to stop. In front of them were a group of friars in coir raincoats. The atmosphere was tense.

The voice of the sage came out of the puppet's mouth, "the great spirit clan!"

The look of the old patriarch was plain. "I didn't expect that there were still people who knew us. It's a great honor."

"Don't waste time with them," roared the black wolf. "These people are loyal to the Lord of the dragon city. They can't be talked about!"

The old patriarch's eyes were cold. "The traitor who betrayed his master, since we met today, we should kill you and take your head as a gift to the master."

The black wolf showed himself in a flash, "it depends on who dies first today!"

"Do it!"

The puppet murmured.

The Lord of dragon city is probably looking for his broken body now. Every second he delays, he will have more chance of success.

One cut, the desert at the foot of an instant for two, there is a straight abyss.

The old patriarch took a breath, and his thin chest swelled up with a roar.

Roar -

"crackle" bone burst into a continuous sound. The old clan leader's body soared at the speed visible to the naked eye, and his breath reached nearly a hundred feet. He became a giant from an old, thin old man.The muscles are high, the Qi and blood of the whole body are fluctuating and boiling, the violent breath is released wildly, and the spirit power between the heaven and the earth is rolled. The "boom" roars and comes from all directions, wrapping his body inside, forming a visible spirit vortex.

This is the essence of the spirit clan, and the life skill they were born with to mobilize the power of heaven and earth!

Boom -

the invisible blade is cut off, and the whirlpool of spiritual force is directly cut off in almost a moment.

The old patriarch had no expression on his face, raised his hand and blew it out. His flesh and blood met the blade of the knife, and suddenly his blood splashed all around.

The flesh and blood on the surface of his fist crumbled, showing the white bones below, but he just frowned.

At the next moment, flesh and blood grow rapidly and recover as before.

There are ancient blood vessels flowing in the body of Juling nationality. It has a strong physical self-healing ability. As long as the Qi and blood are not exhausted, it can almost be immortal.

"Kill them!"

"Protect the host from interruption!"

"War!"

In the roar, a great spirit family rushed out.

The black wolf received extra attention. Although it was exposed, it could not move forward under the siege of five great spirits.

The young people from northern Xinjiang, with their long guns raised, roared and stabbed out. Their terror gathered to a point and pierced the chest of a giant spirit.

The black shadow shrank into a group and spread out, enveloping his opponent. There was the roar of the great spirit clan, rolling violently.

The violent forces wave across, setting off hundreds of millions of yellow sands, forming a terrifying scene like a collapse.

……

The palace under the deep desert shrinks and expands, making "Dong" and "Dong" dull roar. On its surface, a thick texture emerges, and the red color is just like the internal meridians.

With the contraction and expansion of the palace, these textures constantly rise and fall, producing a powerful force, from every inch corner in all directions, to the inside of the hall.

"Qin Huan" stood in the main hall. He was carrying his hands on his back. His Qi and blood burst out all over his body. The "boom" made a huge noise, which blocked all the forces coming from the bombardment.

"Is this the card Daojun gave you?"

"Of course not." The man's quiet voice rings, "then next, please die here."

A blood pattern, directly emerging in nothingness, if someone can see through the inside and outside, it will be found that these blood patterns are exactly the same as the meridians on the surface of the palace, like shrinking countless times, enveloping "Qin Huan".