Tang Bai's call, no one answered, the surroundings were still silent, except for them, everything was like a still painting. The sound that appeared just now was like an illusion on the part of everyone, and coupled with this strange environment, people couldn't help but feel fear.

Yan Feifei swallowed her saliva and asked, "Tang Bai, who is Yue Xiaoxiao?"

For a while, Tang Bai really couldn't explain who Yue Xiaoxiao was.

They met a few times, drank once, and that's it.

But he also felt that Yue Xiaoxiao was his friend.

In this world, some people are like this at first sight.

Yue Xiaoxiao has always been very mysterious, he looks like a useless, idle swinger, and he is like a peerless master who sees the end of the dragon and does not see the head, he has a picky personality, but his cultivation is unfathomable.

He also has a hobby and likes to peek at women taking a bath.

This is what Xu Xiaosan said, although he only said it once, but Tang Bai still remembers it vividly.

Tang Bai felt that this was not a shortcoming, because as long as it was a man, he liked to peek at women taking a bath, and he suddenly remembered what Qixi had said, and it turned out that the person they were looking for was Yue Xiaoxiao.

Why is Yue Xiaoxiao in the Dragon Clan? Is this still picture his masterpiece?

Tang Bai's heart was full of questions.

He called out again to Yue Xiaoxiao.

Still no response.

He believed that Yue Xiaoxiao heard his voice, but that guy just didn't show up.

So he looked at Yan Feifei.

Yan Feifei was looking at Long Wu lying on the bed, and she was slightly hesitant in her heart.

She wanted to take Long Wu away, but she was afraid that if she moved Long Wu, this static picture would be broken.

She knew the history of the Tenglong clan, as long as Long Sihai found out that they had escaped, then they really couldn't leave.

She looked at Tang Bai and asked, "Boy, what should I do?"

Tang Bai said: "What to do?

Yan Feifei said: "The old lady knows what to do and asks you what to do?"

Tang Bai said: "What if you don't say it, how do I know what to do?" After finishing speaking, some pieces of the past couldn't help but appear in his mind, and he smiled: "Say, what are you going to do?" and then he was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing.

He hadn't laughed like this in a long time.

The more a person grows, the less time he can laugh.

Age seems to have a strange magic that makes people deep and melancholy.

Su Qin and Yu Caifeng were dizzy by the conversation between the two.

Yu Caifeng said: "What are you talking about?"

Tang Bai said: "It's nothing?"

But Yu Caifeng and Su Qin both felt that there was something between the two.

Yan Feifei sighed, she made a great decision, she said, "Let's go!"

Long Wu is a member of the Tenglong clan after all, here are his roots, and here are his relatives.

After leaving Liancheng, Yan Feifei knew the meaning of roots and the importance of relatives.

The four of them left the Tenglong Clan, and when they walked through the archway of the Tenglong Clan, they all felt light, and when they looked back, they always felt that the Tenglong Clan was enveloped by a strange force.

When they left the archway, the Tenglong clan shattered a mirror, and the originally static space became alive again.

The blacksmith wielded the hammer, clanging the stubborn iron, and the bellows of 'hulahula', burning the fire red; the carpenter nailed the ink line, half-squinted, took aim, and then pulled up the ink line and bounced it on the square wood; the children were still in groups, chasing, running, screaming, and making trouble; Qixi led a group of people, still searching for the lewd thief who peeked at Mengzhu taking a bath; Long Meizhu went to change a basin of new water; The tears on Long Meizhu's face finally fell...

No one noticed the stillness just now, no one knew, the Tenglong clan just now, just like a movie, was pressed to pause.

Even Long Sihai didn't know.

At this time, Long Sihai was sitting in a dark hall, and in the hall stood a huge statue of a god three feet high.

The idol is eerie, shaped like a giant ape, covered in hair.

The idol also has three heads and three faces.

The three faces are different.

The face on the left, like that of a young man, was dark, and from a distance it looked like a charcoal head, and it was hideous, and the eyes were huge, and the eyes were staring, which made people feel very terrible.

The head in the middle has a yin and yang face, yin gives birth to a woman, and a yang gives birth to a man; the man is handsome, the woman is beautiful, the man is sad and sad, and the woman is smiling, which makes people feel extremely contradictory.

The face on the right is that of an old man, and it is so white that it makes people feel kind, comfortable, and quiet, and the subtle smile on his face seems to indicate that he is content and secure in his heart.

The god also has six arms, each holding an artifact in each arm.

Holding a jade ruler in one hand, a golden hammer in one hand, a cloud whip in one hand, a bronze mirror in one hand, a ghost flag in one hand, and a magic lamp in one hand.

This is really an artifact, because on top of each artifact, there are powerful divine power fluctuations.

And before the statue of the god, there is also a bronze tripod.

The bronze tripod has three legs and two ears, and a blood-red mist rises in the tripod, and the mist is mixed with a faint fishy smell.

It's not incense, it's more like a blood mist.

The mist rises and is absorbed by the idol like pillars of smoke, making it seem as if the idol is not a dead thing carved in clay and wood, but a strange deity with life.

Long Sihai sat cross-legged under the statue, and he sat motionless like a woodcut.

At this time, he seemed to be asleep, and it was as if he was far away from this world, entering a silent, invisible and chaotic realm.

After most of the hour he opened his eyes again, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, and a strange sound came from his mouth: like a song but not a song, like a song but not a song, like a bird's song, and like the wind blowing.

Then, he casually pointed his hand into the air, and his fingertips rippled layer by layer, and a projection appeared in the void.

He saw the empty Tenglong Palace, and saw the Tengli Lang with his head smashed to pieces.

The Liuhe Divine Array was broken, and Teng Lilang died.

But Long Sihai was not in a hurry at all, he saw him take out a handful of vanilla and a strand of hair, like a weaver, his slender fingers flew up and down, and after a while, he braided the vanilla and hair into a straw man.

Then he stood up, untied his hair, took off his shoes and socks, and danced barefoot like a madman in the hall.

This is a very old dance, and there is no record of this dance even in the bamboo slip classics, and it is not known where he learned it.

His dancing posture is extremely strange, sometimes crawling, sometimes walking upright, sometimes jumping, sometimes flying...

He constantly makes all kinds of movements, like people, beasts, birds, ghosts, demons, gods, and is extremely weird, but the movements are mixed with a strange rhythm, giving birth to all kinds of visions.

His dance steps seem chaotic, but they contain a mysterious trajectory.

This trajectory is different from the Tao Law, different from the rules of heaven and earth, as if it is a rule that is more ancient than the rules of heaven and earth.

He kept making strange noises from his mouth.

This is another strange sacrificial language, like chanting, like a dream, the first time I hear it, it seems to be irregular, but I think this sound is very beautiful and moving.

Between the frustrations of this sound, sometimes like the autumn wind sweeping the leaves, sometimes like the spring raindrops of the sycamores, sometimes like the thunder of the sky, sometimes like the melodious of the piano.

Dance, footwork, plus sound.

Three different forces magically formed a domain field, isolating the four heavens and the earth.

The blood mist of the bronze tripod was dragged in, and the clusters surrounded the four seas of the dragon, like a young blood dragon, flying up and down.

After this teacup, his body suddenly stopped, and then slapped his palm on his chest, and a mouthful of blood was spurted out by him, floating in the void.

I saw the index finger and middle finger of his right hand together, forming a sword trick, pointing at the heart blood in the air.

Then, the blood spun wildly, and the invisible suction pulled away the surrounding blood mist, condensed together, and finally turned into a tiny heart like a lotus stamen.

Vitality emanates from the small heart, and the small heart is still beating, making people feel that this heart is a real life.

At this time, Long Sihai became very serious, and his sword finger kept carving on the straw man.

His fingertips, that is, there is no light and no divine power, just like a worldly fake Taoist priest, pretending to be a god and a ghost.

But the strange thing is that flesh and blood slowly grow on the grass man's body.

Little by little, it spreads up from under your feet.

After touching a pillar of incense, the straw man turned into a living woman.

A beautiful woman who looks exactly like Yan Feifei.

It's just that her body is a hundred times smaller than Yan Feifei, and this woman doesn't have any breath of life on her body.

Long Sihai looked at the villain in front of him, nodded with satisfaction, and then stepped on the direction, connected his fingers, and shouted in his mouth: horn, kang, clan, fang, heart, tail, kei.

Its sound resonates with the void, and its footwork is connected to the rules.

In the void, a dragon groan, and the tiny heart like a lotus flower instantly turned into a blood dragon, flying towards the woman shaped like Yan Feifei, and instantly submerged into the woman's body.

Then, the woman's body slowly had the breath of life, she opened her eyes, and collided with Long Sihai's gaze, and the faces of both of them fell into a weird smile.

Outside Qianzhong Mountain, Yan Feifei, who had just left Qianzhong Mountain following Tang Bai, turned pale with a prominent face, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Tang Bai and the others were taken aback, and they didn't know why Yan Feifei suddenly vomited blood?

Tang Bai said: "Fei Fei, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Feifei shook her head blankly, and then her eyes changed suddenly, but she quickly returned to her usual appearance.

At the same time, on the nine-story tower of the thousand-storied tower, the thirty-year-old man who was originally drunk on the side of the tower railing suddenly opened his eyes, he staggered to his feet, put the yellow gourd in his hand to his mouth, drank two sips, and then looked in the direction of the Tenglong Clan, and muttered in his mouth: "Blood Dragon Control Divine Technique, Long Sihai, what do you want to do?" After speaking, he looked in the direction where Yan Feifei was located, and there was no drunkenness in his eyes, and he was extremely clear. He said lightly: "This thousand-stud pagoda has trapped me for three hundred years, maybe, I should also go out for a walk." ”