A cold sweat broke out behind Jiang Qingjiu, looking at the people in front of him, he was surprised in his heart, but he didn't expect that they would be able to remember what happened before.

At the same time, he also strengthened his belief that the world is the real world.

Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, what kind of magic power was in the pit where the statues gathered at that time to create such a magical place.

Or is that a gateway to another world?

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingjiu couldn't help but twitch in his heart, he had such an idea at the beginning, and now the development of things seems to be pushing things in this direction step by step.

"Are you sure you saw that man?" the mysterious old man asked again.

The girl nodded and returned: "Remember correctly, it's definitely not a dream!"

At this time, another old voice sounded, "Old thing, you asked my daughter one after another, what do you mean, don't you believe that I have no flowers under Panasonic!"

As soon as Matsushita Wuhua finished speaking, there was no sound from there, and two strong breaths kept coming.

A blazing heat, like a heat wave blowing in the face,

It was cold, like a chill.

Two breaths rushed into the sky, and even if the ginger sake was far apart, these two huge air masses could be seen.

It's like fire and water are incompatible, restraining each other, between heaven and earth, because of the collision of these two breaths, a breath that makes people's bodies feel like they are carrying a big mountain, is constantly spreading.

Jiang Qingjiu frowned, he hadn't seen it before, Panasonic Wuhua could be so powerful.

And the other old man, it shouldn't be Matsushitayama, he won't have such strong strength.

If it is discovered now, everything will be difficult to solve, I am afraid that I will die here again this time, thinking of this, Jiang Qingjiu's heart suddenly twitched, to be honest, he really didn't want to die.

That feeling is so real, even if you can come back to life, it is still painful and unbearable.

No, this time, I can't die!

Jiang Qingjiu squatted on the tree, motionless, if there was a trace of movement, I was afraid that it would be immediately understood, under the noses of these two old men, I was afraid that it would be difficult to leave easily, and I only hoped that they could leave as soon as possible.