0 is cold, from all directions like a swimming snake into the body, the whole body seems to be frozen, only the outside of the body is cold. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sound of water droplets splashed on the ground incessantly, shattered, and flew onto An Ji's cheeks, his hair already damp and his face with water marks.

An Ji twitched his body, and found that his strength was much smaller, and he couldn't lift his strength, and he only maintained the most primitive childish strength, very little.

The coldness of his surroundings and body made An Ji shiver in this dark place, and then quickly got up from the ground, hugged his arms together, and looked around blankly.

Bursts of cold air invaded his body from his back and soles of his feet, and An Ji quickly looked at this dark place, trying to find a way out.

It's dark, there's no light here, only darkness!

It is quite rhythmic, as if the water droplets that are striking the natural music are constantly dripping down from above and hitting the ground, making a "click" sound.

An Ji looked up, with his pupil power, he could only faintly see some outlines above, countless stalactites drooped from the uneven rock wall, in the shape of an inverted cone, and drop by drop of water dripped down from above, and then splashed on the ground - also rocky!

But on the ground, it is like thousands of stars hanging overhead, the stars are shining, and the stars are shining with their own light, falling down suddenly, and the momentum suppresses people's chests, making people breathless.

"Where is this?" An Ji was at a loss in his heart, why did he appear here, where the hell is this?

Bang la, bla blah...... The sound of iron chains intertwining and colliding suddenly entered An Ji's eardrums, and the sound was so soft that he couldn't help but look at it.

"Who are you?" An Ji vaguely saw a thin figure, and he asked as he stood in place and looked into the empty distance.

There was no response, the dark area was silent, and there was nothing but the sound of water droplets.

"How did you get in?"

An Ji only felt that a rickety figure suddenly broke into his sight, dragging a long dull black chain on his body, and walked slowly towards him, his voice was slightly hoarse.

"Who are you, you speak the ancient language!" An Ji heard his words clearly, and at the same time he was happy and vigilant, especially when he heard that the language spoken by the other party was an ancient language, his face changed greatly.

The ancient sayings and spells are cast, all of which are favored by the gods, easily mobilize the power of nature, and contain a huge mystical artistic conception, which makes people addicted to nostalgia.

But after ancient times, this kind of language was lost, and there were not many people in the Upper Realm Society, all because of an unexplained upheaval, which left a fault from ancient times to the present day, and there was a lot of inheritance.

In the darkness, An Ji saw a pair of gray eyes looking at him, a little mysterious luster circulating on it, without the slightest emotion, he said, "Is the antiquity over?"

"But what's the use, we are doomed to lose, and all beings are destined to live forever......" The strange cultivator who suddenly appeared muttered to himself, with endless sorrow.

His self-talk seemed to be demonic, and when An Ji heard it, he couldn't help but cry, and a desolate feeling rippled in An Ji's heart.

"Let me see your spiritual root, it's rare that I will have the opportunity to meet a living person!"

The strange man was wearing a gray robe, but it was already tattered, missing in many places, and there were many holes, on which you could faintly see a few golden moirés, and there was a gold-rimmed moire on his cuffs, but it was broken.

He stretched out his right hand, which only had a broken gold-rimmed moire, and staggered to An Ji's side, about to reach out and pinch An Ji's cheek.

"Are you transfigured?" said the strange man suddenly.

An Ji came back to his senses after his face was pinched, although there was still some sadness, but it was not enough to affect him, but it gave him a lot of emotion.

When he heard the word Yi Rong, An Ji only felt that his brain was blank for a while, and then he suddenly remembered that he had gone to the Yin Yang Garden in order to prevent his face from being recognized when he was in the secret realm of Qiong Zhen Xuanlong Dao.

Since then, he has also changed his appearance many times, but he has always used the first disguise as the main one, and he will restore it after changing it, and for so long, he has forgotten that he is actually disguised.

Then, An Ji felt his facial bones squirm for a while, his muscles contracted, and then he returned to his original appearance and appeared more slender.

"What are you doing!" An Ji shouted dissatisfiedly, not knowing what this weirdo was going to do to himself.

But later, An Ji's words became blurred, his mouth opened, his cheeks were pinched by one of the strange man's hands, he stared at An Ji's mouth, and shouted, "Raise your tongue!"

An Ji struggled to break free, but the effect was not good, but it aggravated his pain, almost biting his tongue, and An Ji hurriedly raised his tongue in fright.

If his tongue is bitten off, he will have to choke to death by his own falling tongue if he is not choked to death by his own blood, which is absolutely very painful and uncomfortable.

"Huh?" The strange man observed An Ji's tongue and was slightly surprised, and then An Ji felt a hand rip open his clothes, and couldn't help but be shocked.

"What are you going to do, how can you pick off other people's clothes casually, you are so rude......" An Ji struggled to protest, but the strange man didn't listen, and directly ripped his clothes apart, "Demon!" An Ji screamed.

Then, An Ji felt a hand on the navel between his stomach and lower abdomen, which was particularly warm, instantly removing the chill on An Ji's body, and making him feel comfortable to fly.

"Don't resist, don't you know that there is something wrong with your body?" said the strange man as he looked at An Ji's eyes seriously, and at the same time, his palm left An Ji's navel.

"What's the problem, you shouldn't be lying to me, right?" Although An Ji missed the warmth of the strange man a little, he couldn't help frowning when he heard him say that he had a physical problem, and looked at the other party vigilantly.

His body has always been very healthy, and since he was a child, his grandfather has never said anything wrong with his body, in An Ji's mind, grandpa is invincible, the greatest existence, if his grandfather said that he had a physical problem and he replied, he would be scared.

But when these words came out to him from a strange person whom he had never met, An Ji had a hundred disbeliefs in his heart, and only thought that the other party was trying to coax him to achieve some purpose.

"Your body is suitable for cultivation, I think you know this, but do you feel strange, why are you still so big when you grow so big... Is it short?"

"Who said that I am short, I am obviously tall, don't talk nonsense!" An Ji immediately shouted unhappily and angrily when he heard this strange man expose his shortcomings.

He wasn't so short, he was still tall for his age, and it was all because of the Blood God Son, he was refined with the Furnace Demon Pattern, and his height was greatly reduced, so he became so short.

Therefore, while being angry, An Ji didn't believe the strange man when he said that he was in a strange body, the strange man said that his physical problems were reflected in his height, and other An Ji might hesitate, but this, he would never be fooled, because he knew what caused it.

At the same time, An Ji's resentment towards the Blood God Son deepened, causing him to be ridiculed for being short, although the Blood God Son was eaten by the Winged Skull and had a clone, I don't know if he really died, but An Ji still wanted to beat the Blood God Son again.

ps: When I hit the chapter name of this chapter, the association word shows the police station, and the artistic conception is slightly the same, it seems that the name is good, cough cough.