This was not the first time Ning Qingqiu had entered the space gate to teleport. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was precisely because of this teleportation that she came to this place from hundreds of millions of miles away, went to the Falling Dragon Mountain Range, and met Mingyuan.

This is where it all began.

Ping An took Ning Qingqiu and jumped into the light gate together.

This time it should be a short-distance teleportation, compared to the previous teleportation in the form of a formation, this is simply the difference between a long-distance bus and a high-speed rail.

To put it bluntly, this one is slower for the same distance.

But for many monks, it's the same.

Because in the distorted space, the monk's own perception will also be distorted, and the judgment of space and time will be distorted to varying degrees.

It's often hard to tell how long it took to teleport.

And because the process is so fast, it's all over before you have time to tell.

This is equivalent to a ten-millionth of a blink of an eye, and a blink of an eye, to put it bluntly, for human beings, they are all too short time nodes to be basically indistinguishable.

There is no point in exploring this.

Of course, if you are a powerful monk who studies time and space, all this is a different matter.

Ning Qingqiu only had one feeling at this time, and that was uncomfortable.

Maybe it's because she's about to break through, it's like love and coughing, it's something that can't be hidden.

The aura was surging, and she felt that she was about to drown in this sea of aura.

Because she was a large collection of aura, the aura and space around her body began to distort slightly.

Soon, it became like a piece of shattered glass mirror.

Originally, it was a simple sight to see at a glance inside this teleportation door.

The light door they entered was not far behind them, such a projection, like a circular luminous body intertwined with red and white, surrounded by boundless darkness, silent, silent, definitely the first choice for a venue similar to a small black room in confinement.

However, ordinary people can't get here, and they don't have the luxury of being able to use the portal for a long time to inflict corporal punishment.

Looking ahead, you can see a white ball of light not far away, and it is obvious that the opposite side has passed through the light cluster and is their destination.

There was a force behind them, pushing them there with great speed.

In general, it is fast, like a lightning bolt.

However, the surrounding black passage began to distort, and streams of gray-white air emerged from the cracks, quickly intertwining in this narrow dark passage.

Hideous and terrifying.

This is...... What the?!

Ning Qingqiu's eyes widened for the first time.

Exuding horror.

It won't be so unlucky, will it......

Could it be that

The monks outside broke the portal?

No, it's impossible, with Mingyuan's cultivation, he won't be able to resist even for a moment, he has a lot of secrets.

What the hell is going on?

All kinds of thoughts flashed like this, and the whole passage shook violently, and the gray-white air currents were twisted and entangled, like a mess.

The smell of terror pervaded.

Ping An is also unable to react to anything.

Such a great power is not something that a monk can stop.

They could only watch it happen.

Boom, boom, boom

A violent concussion sounded, and it was still calm outside, not knowing that the river was already overturned inside.

......

Mingyuan is still holding his golden jade pen, and his face has not changed in response to the attack that has increased the intensity of the attack than before, and he is fighting with ease, he doesn't need to win, as long as he resists it for a while, he will leave.

As long as he is allowed to enter the Guangmen, whether these people are not afraid of death to follow, or they are ruthless, directly destroy the Guangmen, and want to put him to death, Mingyuan is not afraid.

His racial talent is about to awaken, and at this time, it is just a sycamore branch, otherwise, it will be an imperfect awakening.

At this time, his strength is also growing rapidly every day, like stacking blocks, one by one is not big, but the accumulation is a lot, and the amount is very considerable.

Mingyuan estimated the time and felt that it was almost there, so he smiled lightly, and said in a rare high-voiced voice: "Okay, I won't play with you." I've got to go beforehand!"

Don't get me wrong, if it's so annoying, it really wasn't Mingyuan who came up with it, this was Ning Qingqiu's trick when he left.

It was also her physical condition that did not allow it, and Ning Qingqiu definitely had to roll up her sleeves by herself.

Mingyuan thought about it, and smiled again, although his heart was full of helplessness, he still felt that he had to finish what she had explained.

Alas, I am famous......

I don't know which monk shouted violently: "That kid, if you have the ability to report your name, your grandfather and I will hunt you down at the ends of the world!"

is so arrogant, there must be something that can't hold your breath.

Besides, it's just cruel words, even if you talk about it, who will take it seriously?

Of course, if it's really true -- it can't be helped.

Mingyuan was happy in his heart, hey, this is really a coincidence, just as he was about to sleep, someone sent a pillow!

So he almost received it happily: "Your grandfather and I will not change his name or surname, but he is a subordinate of the ghost stream sorrow and the young master, you have the ability, just go to my ghost stream sorrow, let's see the real chapter under our hands, and I won't delay time here with you at this time!"

After speaking, the hem of his clothes was raised, and the whole person jumped into the light gate, and disappeared in an instant.

The rest of the people present looked at each other.

To chase or not to chase?

Ghosts are sorrowful, ghosts are endless, this is not a nameless person, if this is put in the words of the mortal world, it is a terrifying existence that can stop children from crying at night.

Not only because of his cultivation, but also because this person is cruel and vicious, no one can beat him, and he has a strong revenge mentality, and he dares to provoke him, then it is an endless ending.

All in all, normal monks are not willing to provoke a madman with a strong background and strong strength themselves.

Thinking of the previous seven nights, many people silently shuddered.

Could it be that the one before was the famous Ghost Wuji?

No wonder it looks like it's not easy to mess with, if you don't agree with each other, it's the master of the whole family, a pervert who carelessly emptied the surrounding crowd by the way.

Qiye didn't know that he had unknowingly been buttoned up again, and he was mistaken for Ghost Wuji.

If you know, it must be unhappy, he is him, what is Ghost Wuji, dare to compare with him?

After a long day of silence, there was finally the first person who couldn't help but eat crabs.

He flew towards the light gate quickly, and he was still shouting wildly: "Wealth and danger are sought, Lao Tzu will fight this one!"

Before he could finish speaking, this guy was bombarded into a brilliant firework by the other monks.

However, his movement was like a wave, and all the people rushed towards the gate of light one after another. (To be continued.) )