Ling Xuanluo and Jiang Nanjun encountered Elder Nanfeng and Yun Qing in a dream, just because they went to the same place as the pair of evil masters and evil people. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

From Jiang Nanjun's mouth, Nanfeng learned that it was difficult to annihilate, and his uneasiness was overflowing, and Jiang Nanjun secretly compared him with Yun Qing, which added a lot of melancholy.

After shaking off the south wind, the two returned to the road.

In addition to worrying about the caracal annihilation, Ling Xuanluo also had to worry about the four spirits, and asked: "Brother, Zeng Shizu has been protecting the dream for Mr., and if something happens to Mr., won't they also fall into the Heart Bolting Method with him, right?"

Jiang Nanjun also had this concern, but he was not as pessimistic as him, and comforted: "I hope not." Although the four spirits are ghosts, their cultivation is superior to others, not to mention that they are four people joining forces. I guess the reason why they couldn't find anyone for a while was because Sanya had created some kind of illusion and led them elsewhere. If that's the case, it's better, because if they find out, they'll turn around and we'll have a helper. ”

Before the words fell, he heard Ling Xuanluo exclaim, and stood on his feet, pointed to the sky, and his face became as white as wax paper.

Jiang Nanjun looked in the direction he pointed, although he didn't react as much, he was so shocked that he couldn't take a step.

As Jiang Nanjun expected, the person who cast the mist on the dream realm really relaxed, and after the fog was filled for a long time, it gradually drifted away, leaving only a thin layer, which was covered on the bluestone pavement detachedly.

When the fog cleared, the stuffiness in the air subsided, and even the transmission of sound was returning to normal. Along with these phenomena was a two-part bronze gate, which at first appeared like a mirage, and then soon it was literally erected in front of them.

Jiang Nanjun once predicted the appearance of the gate, Ling Xuanluo should be mentally prepared, but somehow, when the prophecy came true, the reaction would be so excessive.

Although Jiang Nanjun was also surprised, what surprised him was not the gate itself, but the height of the gate.

I saw that the bronze gate was closed with two leaves, and the two sides were asymmetrically carved with strange wolf-shaped patterns. The wolves, frolicking or fighting, preying or resting, looked like they were alive. The gate is so high that it reaches straight into the sky, and it is difficult for people to see the lintel at the top of the door when they stand on the ground.

"Brother Feather Wind--"

The gate appeared, Jiang Nanjun was anxious, he didn't care about Ling Xuanluo, without saying a word, he rushed over uncontrollably, and hit the knocker of the upper bunk with a punch.

The punch was too heavy, the bones of the whole hand seemed to be shattered, the hand hurt and the heart was distressed, and two lines of hot tears burst out of his eyes, but the solid copper door only replied with a low muffled sound, and it didn't even shake, let alone be pushed.

He was desperate here, but Ling Xuanluo was even more abnormal over there, no longer mentioning caracal, but his eyes were dull, staring at those relief wolf pictures, and his cheeks were red as if they were smeared with blood, as if blood was pouring into his brain. Suddenly, he had trouble breathing, and he grabbed his throat with both hands, and the pain was unspeakable.

"Xuanluo!"

Only then did Jiang Nanjun realize that he was behaving abnormally, threw down the bronze door in fear, and ran back to help him.

Ling Xuanluo's eyes were confused, but his eyes never left the wolf picture. Jiang Nanjun thought about it for a while, and then understood the reason, and suddenly his heart palpitated, and he grabbed his collar and shouted: "Xuanluo, don't look at the wolf picture! Quick, come back and be with me!"

Ling Xuanluo wanted to speak, but the words were locked in his throat again, and he could only shed tears, brewing for a long time, and finally shouted out in an unfamiliar strange tone: "Mother wolf, Shui Ling'er is here to save you......"

With that, he twisted his arms frantically, intending to break free from Jiang Nanjun's shackles and crash towards the bronze gate.

Jiang Nanjun held him down and kept reminding: "Xuanluo, wake up quickly, don't go inside, it's just a hard door, not the wolf world you think, there are no wolves in your dreams!"

How could Ling Xuanluo listen to these words? All his thoughts had already been drilled into the wolf diagram, Jiang Nanjun wanted to stop him, but one hand was powerless.

He shouted into his ear again, hoping to wake him up, but he was hoarse, and he showed no sign of awakening.

Seeing that this method didn't work, Jiang Nanjun had no choice but to raise his palm and slash at the back of his neck.