After Wen Qing fell into the lava pool, the scales on his body instantly turned into nothing, and the appearance was extremely terrifying, at this time, the dragon ball qi was flourishing, protecting the body, but it could not escape the burning of the green lava. Wen Qing spat out the dragon ball from his mouth and pressed it against Mingzhe's spiritual source, and then urged the remaining true qi to turn into a green vortex and accelerate downward.

The green lava seemed to be bottomless, and as the green swirl disappeared, the lava began to disappear as soon as it touched the white ball, and the churning green was replaced by endless darkness.

Only the white ball with a glimmer of light kept sinking, and suddenly a gust of wind blew the white ball horizontally, the wind was extremely violent, blowing Mingzhe's spiritual source into an oval, and the shimmering light was stretched very long by the wind, like the tail of the white ball swaying gently. The wind did not mean to stop, but gradually increased its strength, and Mingzhe's spiritual source could no longer keep flying in a straight line in the wind, but swayed forward.

Another gust of wind struck, and countless white balls that shimmered with light also joined the ranks of the march, also pulled into an oval shape by the wind. They began to collide with each other, and the smaller ones involuntarily sank, and the white balls after the collision seemed to be under some resistance, gradually slowing down, and some also sank.

Mingzhe's white ball flashes green whenever it is about to be collided with other white balls, pushing aside the white ball that is about to collide with him. In this way, Mingzhe's white ball and a small number of white balls rushed to the front and continued to fly forward.

After a long time, the wind began to weaken, and the balls slowed down, and suddenly they were blocked by an invisible wall, and they all attached to the wall.

The walls are translucent and offer a view from behind them, and behind the giant wall is a large, soft pink round bed. The white balls attached to the walls began to stir and writhe continuously. The great wall seemed to be very sensitive, constantly repelling them, pushing them out of a distance, and they writhed together as if they were very attached to the pink bed. And the giant wall itself is very fragile, and countless tiny cracks have been knocked open, and the cracks are constantly expanding, precarious, and there is a danger of breaking at any time.

Mingzhe's white ball floated in with a flash of green light, and slowly landed on the powder bed and no longer moved, at this time the giant wall was no longer transparent, but became essentially indestructible. Darkness engulfed everything in an instant, except for the glimmer of the white ball on the pink bed.

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In a bungalow somewhere in the heavenly realm, the facilities were extremely rudimentary, with only a futon, a wooden table, and four dilapidated bamboo chairs. And the stone slab on the ground is extremely smooth, painted with green mountains and green waters, 100 acres of fertile fields, near the door there is a village by the mountains and rivers, looming in the mist, the characters on it are even more free to move, very weird.

Of the four people in the room, three were seated, and one stood behind the man in a black robe with a hat covering his face, apparently his subordinate. Among the two people sitting next to the black-robed man, one was a demon king with horns, and the other was wearing a yellow robe with a hat to cover his face.

I saw the yellow-robed man slap the table and say, "Are you worthy of your teacher's expectations by doing this?"

The black-robed man seemed to be pondering and did not answer, while the red-eyed old man behind him preemptively said: "This matter was done personally, and the description of the situation is absolutely unbiased, and there will definitely be no more mistakes next time..."

The black-robed man's deep voice sounded: "Stop, you still want to have a next time!" With a wave of his long sleeves, a black crack flashed under Honglie's feet, and he fell down without a trace with an 'ah', and the crack disappeared after a while.

The black-robed man continued: "Xiao Wang's handling is not good, and I ask the boss to punish him." ”

The yellow-robed man laughed and said, "It doesn't have to be like this, let's think about it in the long run." ”

The Demon King hurriedly asked, "Boss, this True Source has fallen into reincarnation, how should I clean it up?"

The yellow-robed man stood up and paced back and forth, "Why kill this son, you and I know best, we know the law of the true source, no one can do 'body and everything', and the people who cultivate this method are all under control, if you cultivate a new one, you will become a long-term worry." ”

Sitting back in his place, he continued: "The most serious thing is that there is the company of the dragon clan, and letting it go is enough to shake you and me fundamentally, so it is really a last resort. The other two nodded yes.

"Release Xiao Meng out of the ice coffin, she did her best. The yellow-robed man said leisurely.

The black-robed man was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Yes, boss, but she made such a big mistake, will the love be..."

The yellow robe said: "Don't panic, the little ghost Honglie still knows the general situation, and he has already been assigned to me before coming here, as for Xiao Meng, it is better to take care of the people behind her, and don't make it difficult for her." ”

After a pause, he said to the demon king: "Xiao Jiu has a very strong sense, treat it kindly, once you find this son and that green reptile, you will quickly report it to me, this talisman has the method of 'thousands of miles of sound transmission', and it will take time..."

The demon king put away the talisman and said, "Thank you, boss, please rest assured that the nine foxes are doing things." The yellow-robed man waved his long sleeves, and after a cloud of mist, the demon king disappeared.

Seeing that the demon king had left, the black-robed man arched his hand and said, "Thank you boss for giving face to the grandeur." ”

The yellow-robed man said solemnly: "The human emperor will find out about this matter soon, and I will say something for you at that time, but the sins of hundreds of years still have to be incurred, otherwise how can the human emperor give up? ”

The black-robed man nodded, as if he still had something important.

The yellow-robed man comforted: "The matter of slaughtering the village is not trivial, and the emperor will definitely have trouble because of this, but there is a god to protect him, and he will be safe and sound when he transfers, but this son has gained luck, and everything is unpredictable, so you and I should be more cautious." ”

Seeing that there was nothing to say, the black-robed man sighed, and the hand in his long sleeve slowly made a fist.

After sending the black-robed man away, the yellow-robed man sighed and said, "Hey, the way of heaven is unpredictable, this magnificent little ghost almost ruined me, the head of the Seven Dragons - the Fortune Green Dragon, I am determined to win!"

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Mingzhe's white ball fell asleep unconsciously, and the pink round bed began to gradually wrap around his spiritual source, and gently swayed, like a baby's cradle.

I don't know how long it took, there was no concept of time here, and the white ball began to send out countless tentacles in all directions, as if trying to grasp something, and continued to stretch out. However, the powder bed seemed to be overwhelmed and shattered, turning into countless fragments to stop the tentacles from sticking out. Although the tentacles no longer reach out as soon as they touch the shards, the number of tentacles cannot block all of them, and the shards seem to be stimulated by something, and the shards blocking the tentacles continue to shatter, separating more shards to block the many tentacles. This face is more like a war, constantly encircled and broken through, and it is very lively.

It was like fighting for a century, and in the continuous stretching out of the tentacles and the continuous fragmentation of the fragments, the war stopped, and all the tentacles were blocked by fragments in a confined space. Although the space was dark, the glowing tentacles could still be revealed: a small baby clutching a four-legged snake and sleeping deeply.