Before Song Feng could recover from the terrifying visual impact, the space around him distorted slightly, and everything in front of him disappeared like a mirage, turning into a new picture again.

With the passage of time, everything around him was changing rapidly, but Song Feng gradually felt numb in his heart, and at the same time, he felt the extreme chill in his body.

The weird pitch-black tentacles that didn't know what to do devoured one after another powerful sects in Song Feng's eyes, including human races, beast races, and spirit races. What's even more terrifying is that that terrible monster can't be killed, and it can only be repelled.

It wasn't until the last scene that things took a turn for the better, a kind face, calloused hands, carrying a shabby and simple basket with a circle of patterns, like a vegetable farmer in the field, appeared, although his appearance was ordinary, but a pair of eyes seemed to contain the vast sea of stars, which made people immerse themselves in it.

It was this old man who couldn't be more ordinary, a pair of old hands like a pu fan slapped, and the powerful and weird tentacles were crushed, and a mournful wail sounded in the thick black fog, making Song Feng's pupils shrink.

The old man took advantage of the victory to pursue, his hands clasped lightly, and he muttered to himself, as if he was reciting some mantra, one after another with extremely powerful spiritual power appeared out of thin air, and behind the old man, a huge figure quietly appeared.

"What kind of companion spirit beast is this? The head is like a cow, the horns are like a deer, the eyes are like a shrimp, the ears are like an elephant, the neck is like a snake, the belly is like a snake, the scales are like a fish, the claws are like a phoenix, the palm is like a tiger, and the body is like a long snake. ”

"Could it be that this is the legendary dragon?"

Song Feng couldn't help but look horrified, with the divine dragon as a companion spirit beast, it was conceivable how amazing the old man's cultivation talent was, almost standing at the top of the human cultivation talent pyramid.

At the same time, the black mist in front of the old man quietly disappeared, and a strange-looking creature appeared in Song Feng's eyes.

I saw that the creature had slender claws, dark red skin all over its body, and its two ears were pointed, but it was somewhat similar to the spirit race, with a mouth full of dense and sharp teeth, and six pairs of dark and shiny wings on its back, and a pair of dark green eyes stared at the old man angrily.

Song Feng couldn't help but feel a little numb in his scalp, what the hell was this, weird and terrifying, it made people feel trembling from the depths of their souls.

Just when Song Feng felt extremely uneasy and uncomfortable, the two sides fought fiercely together, and the pitch-black mist on the strange creatures appeared and disappeared from time to time, sometimes turning into hideous tentacles, and sometimes pouring into the living organism, which seemed to have an extremely terrifying corrosive force, and everywhere it touched, it turned into nothingness.

In the end, it was the old man who had a slight advantage, throwing the quaint basket into the sky, and a huge spiritual array appeared out of thin air, and the old man took out a strain of elixir from his body, which seemed to have a trajectory, and they were arranged in a good way, and countless spiritual power flashed between them, and the unwilling and terrible cries of strange creatures came from the void.

Finally, a small stone platform appeared in the old man's hand, and he seemed to feel something, and the old man seemed to show a kind smile towards the void where Song Feng was.

The golden light was bright, and when Song Feng opened his eyes, he appeared in a space again. In a lush ancient forest, countless ancient giant trees reach into the sky, sometimes the crisp chirping of birds can be heard, and under the trees, a large field of colorful flowers compete to bloom, exuding a charming fragrance.

In the middle of the deep forest, a crystal clear river slowly remains, and the naked eye can see palm-sized fish swimming happily in the water.

"You're here. ”

Song Feng had just experienced one strange and terrifying scene after another, and his heart was tense, but now when he saw this quiet and peaceful scene, he couldn't help but be fascinated by it, and his nervous emotions were relieved.

Suddenly, a voice came from far and near, burrowing into Song Feng's ears, and Song Feng's eyes looked at the place where the sound came from.

I saw a figure in front of the river, at some point, wearing a hat on his head and holding a fishing rod, sitting quietly on the bank of the river, as if he was one with the surrounding environment.

What he said just now was what he said, and when Song Feng was shocked, he saw the old man make a light move, and Song Feng in the void slowly descended, his feet stepped on the ground, and a down-to-earth feeling poured into his heart.

"Old man. Where is this?" Song Feng arched his hand and asked softly.

"You can say that this is in your dreams. But in fact, this is the interior of the space of the 'Xuan Pupil', and you enter with your mind. ”

The old man smiled slightly. Stopped the fishing in his hand, took off the hat on his head, turned around, and saw that the old man had a snow-white long beard, a cyan robe, and a kind face with affinity.

"My name is Xuan Gu, and I am a spirit in the inheritor 'Xuan Pupil'. ”

"Inheritor Xuantong, what is that, how could I be here?" Song Feng's face was full of puzzlement.

"It is the inheritance spirit weapon of our Tianxuan vein, as for you, you are also the ninth generation of our Tianxuan vein, Tianxuan vein has been passed down from generation to generation since ancient times, and you are the only seedling of Tianxuan vein. ”

The old man stroked his beard slightly and explained patiently.

"Whenever a new generation of heirs appears, Xuantong will attach to the divine thunder, return to the Tianyun Continent, find a new heir, grow with him, and carry forward our Tianxuan lineage. ”

"So, Xuan Tong is on me now?" Song Feng couldn't help but be surprised, inheritor, Tianxuan vein, these new and unfamiliar words, it was the first time he had heard of them.

Wait, Divine Thunder? Could it be the earth-destroying Heavenly Thunder yesterday? Song Feng thought about it a little, and he had some associations.

"That's right, is there a heavenly thunder that struck you, but you didn't have the slightest scar? In fact, it was a medium for Xuantong to find a successor, and the other heavenly thunders were to hide people's eyes and ears, after several generations of changes, many forces in the Tianyun Continent have recorded and understood our Tianxuan lineage, mainly to prevent accidents for descendants. ”

At this time, the old man looked at Song Feng with a playful face.

I see, Song Feng bowed slightly, this is understandable, wait, accident? Song Feng suddenly had an ominous premonition.

At this time, the picture that appeared in Song Feng's mind was that a group of people were holding weapons, each with a cruel smile on their faces, surrounded from all directions, like catching turtles in an urn, and tied him up.

Finally, he was escorted to a man with a fleshy face and a bearded leader. The man then searched his entire body, took off the Void Ring from his left hand, and kicked him away.

Poof!

The people around him swarmed up, and he watched as one stab after another stabbed at him, rolling his eyes, blood foaming with broken organs, his fingers twitching weakly, and he could no longer move.

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