That's the Soul Snatcher.

From the mysterious mouth of the person who rescued him, Jing learned the names of the strange red smoke shadows that were chasing him.

Although the wind he swept with every swing of his scepter would temporarily push them back, he doubted that they would ever be killed.

"Anda, kill them, and not one of them will be left. ”

Before he lost consciousness, he clearly heard the old man's order. That being said, they can still be killed.

Who is Anda? Who is this old man? Who is the woman? Is there anyone else but them?

......

Jing Yan woke up in a small, confined space, wrapped in a layer of slime, barely an arm's height from the top in front of him.

The vessel he was in was not dim, but translucent, with an earthy yellow glow on its inner walls and jagged irregular boxes. The shape of the vessel is also irregular, with the head and feet flattened and narrow, and the waist and abdomen obviously wider, like an olive kernel.

He felt cold all over his body, and his limbs slowly recovered from the freeze. He reached out and touched the inside of the container, confirming that the mucus on his body was coming from the container.

Jing remembered everything that had happened before he fell unconscious.

He had too many questions, and he needed to talk to those people.

He pushed the top of the container, but didn't push. He increased his strength, and the container did not move. Isn't there an exit here?

"He's been poisoned by the Shadow of the Soulsnatcher. Before Jing Yan fell into a coma, the old man said so. This "he" obviously refers to himself.

He hadn't heard of Reaver Shadows, no matter how poisonous they were, and he felt that his strength had now regained and that this strange vessel could not trap him.

He clenched his fist with his right hand and swung it towards the container, and with just two punches, the lid of the container was smashed into a gap.

He broke his mouth and jumped out, realizing that the room he was in was even more strange.

This room is structured like the Colosseum, and Jing Min is standing in the center of the stage, next to the container that he has just broken—

On the outside, it looks like a giant pit, and the inner wall of the container is translucent and vivid, but from the outside, all that remains is a dull and rough brown.

On the periphery of the stage are ring-shaped stands that are raised layer by layer. The ceiling is round-arched, like an upside-down cauldron.

The ceiling and the walls of the grandstand were covered with blue, purple and yellow glass squares, which were very irregular in shape and had unclear borders, as if separated from each other by a transparent tube in which water flowed, and water could overflow from the pipe, blurring some of the color of the glass.

When I looked closely, I found that all the glass squares were shaking in the water, making each piece of glass seem to be shining through, and the room showed a strange brilliance.

- Even from Jing Yin's vision of Lingqi City, everything here was enough to surprise him, the building was either alive or made of a material he couldn't understand.

A mute male voice jumped into his ear: "No human can survive the poison of the Soul Reastrar. ”

Jing Yan didn't even notice when this man walked in.

He looked at the source of the sound.

It was a tall man, his fair skin was pale pink, his long fiery red hair was tied back in a bun, his eyebrows were deep, his eyes were like green glass balls, he was dressed in a thin silk garment embroidered with pop patterns, and a dagger with a topaz on the hilt of a knife was tied to his belt.

Jing Yan frowned, the other party obviously knew about human beings—ordinary human beings, but he didn't know about superhuman beings, and he didn't know anything about this person. But he knew that it wasn't orcs. Well, there is only one possibility......

He didn't have time to think about it again, and the other party said, "Super people, when did the human race start to have super people?"

Jing Yi blurted out: "Can you read minds?"

The other party raised his eyebrows: "You didn't answer my question." ”

What puzzled Jing was not his problem, but his cognition. If they were an ancient people—a people that survived from three million years ago to the present day, superhumans would not be a secret to them at all.

"Since you can read minds, you don't need me to explain. Thank you for your help. Who are you?" Jing Yan hadn't forgotten that they had saved him from the Shadow of the Soulsnatch. He already has the answer in his mind about the identity of the other party, but he still needs the other party to confirm it.

The corners of the other party's mouth curled up with an intriguing smile, some puzzled, some contempt, and some ridicule, he said, "We didn't want to help you." ”

Jing Yi suddenly felt like a pinprick all over his body, someone was watching him, no, more than one person, he felt the gaze from all directions, naked all over his body.

He suddenly looked at the stands, which were full of people, men, women, and children, all of whom were red-haired and blue-eyed, and dressed in roughly the same clothes. This is undoubtedly the clansman of the man in front of him.

Jing Yan was taken aback, even the slightest stirring of the air could not escape his ears, and the hundreds of people in the stands were silent, as if they appeared out of thin air.

What he didn't know was that these people weren't really in the stands.

This is a people who are good at telepathy, and they can cast their figures into the Mantuo Theater through their telepathic power in their respective residences, and watch the confrontation between Jing Min and the man.

Jing Yan looked around the stands, and finally his gaze fell on the three old men wearing crowns sitting in the box in the center.

The crowns of the three are of different materials, the middle one is root-shaped, the left one is garland-shaped, and the right one is grass-knotted.

Among them, the old man wearing the coiled root crown was round and red-faced, and he was holding the elder scepter in his hand, and behind him stood a young woman with a beautiful face.

Jing Yi thought that this must be the old man who saved him. Sure enough, the old man spoke, the same voice he had heard, and the old man said to the man in front of him, "Anda, let's begin." ”

It turned out to be Anda, the man who killed the Shadow of the Soulsnatcher. What do they want to do to him?

As soon as the old man's words fell, Anda had already rushed to the front of Jing Yan in the blink of an eye, his fist was powerful and fast, Jing Yan had no time to think about it, he avoided it sideways, and slashed back at Anda's hand with his hand knife.

Anda was slashed, and he glared at Jing Yan fiercely, then turned around and bent his other elbow against Jing Yan's chest.

Jing Yi rolled back at the waist, threw up a kick and hit Anda's arm, and then opened the distance between the two when he landed, re-preparing for battle. This time, Jing Yi took the initiative and took the initiative to fly and punch.

He didn't understand what they were trying to do, but he couldn't sit still.

Anda looks like he is about twenty or thirty years old, just in the prime of life, and Jing Yan is already in his sixties, but obviously in terms of fist and foot kung fu, Anda is not as good as Jing Yang, who has been trained since childhood.

Under Jing Yin's active attack, Anda gradually gained the upper hand.

When Anda was hit three times in a row, he clenched his fists and let out a low roar, and his eyes burst into flames of rage.

"Anda!" the old man stopped Anda in time, he raised the scepter in his hand, and let go of his hand, and the scepter flew towards Jing Yang like an arrow from the string, "Let me see what you are capable of." ”

Jing Yan took the scepter, and when he looked at Anda again, he actually had an extra long knife in his hand, and he didn't see where his long knife came from at all.

Anda danced his long knife and danced with a sword light, and Thorn resisted with his scepter.

The long knife was as dexterous as a snake in Anda's hands, and Jing Yi attacked and defended at the same time.

Just as Jing Yan gathered his strength on the scepter, ready to strike head-on, a sudden feeling of suffocation pressed on his chest.

He opened his mouth and inhaled sharply, but the air swirled in his throat and exhaled as if his trachea were closed, and for a moment it was pitch black before his eyes.

Then Jing Yi felt a chill in his chest, and his vision and breathing returned, and he caught a glimpse of an inch-long cut in his chest, and he used his scepter to reach it forward, taking two steps back, and at this moment, the bloody mouth had healed.

Anda was stunned again when he saw this. Jing Yan took the opportunity to spin the scepter, rolled up the long knife, snatched the knife from Anda's hand, and sent it forward, the tip of the knife flew straight towards Anda.

Jing Yan saw that he didn't dodge, but smiled at the corner of his mouth, and actually raised his palm to the side of the knife!

The blade stabbed through Anda's palm, leaving a deep bloody wound, and the long knife that had changed direction grazed Anda's ear and flew backwards.

Then, Anda flipped the palm of his hand and pointed his injured palm towards Jing Yan, showing him the wound that was rapidly healing.

Jing Yan stopped his attack, feeling incredulous, and he muttered, "How could it be ......?"

Anda didn't wait for Jing Yi to finish speaking, he suddenly tightened his fist, and the scepter in Jing Yin's hand uncontrollably broke out of his grasp and flew into Anda's hand.

Anda danced the scepter, and the scepter suddenly burst into flames—when Thorn was brought here, the scepter was also like this, but the fire was more intense and agile.

At Anda's call, the fire leaped out of the scepter and swooped down on Thorn like a fiery dragon, knocking him to the ground.

Anda withdrew the fire dragon and stared at Jing Yi with cold eyes.

The suffocating feeling from the fight hit Jing Yang again, and it was more ferocious than the last time.

Jing Yan struggled to get up from the ground, he covered his hot and stabbing chest and said, "This is not something that belongs to you. ”

The old man smiled and said, "This is what belongs to us. Who are you?"

Without waiting for Jing Yi to reply, Anda put his scepter against his throat and said, "Where do you think this is? Who do you think I am? You liar, thief, shameless. ”

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