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At the same time, he had lost everything, he was almost destitute, and his heart ached, which made him short of breath, his eyes red, his mood fluctuated, and he gritted his teeth.

Moreover, the power of the dantian cyclone outbreak this time far exceeded the last time, and it was very different.

If that's all it takes, what if there's a next time......

As soon as he thought of this, Ding Yan couldn't help but be awe-struck, and when his divine sense immediately swept over the dantian, he saw that the dantian cyclone was not as calm as before, but like slightly boiling water, flowing uncertainly.

In his divine observation, the scope of the cyclone was gradually shrinking, and the ink-stained glow was slowly fading, as if it was being swallowed and gradually disappearing.

Ding Yan didn't dare to slack off on this kind of change, and watched closely.

In the end, when there was only a thin layer of black gas left in the cyclone, in a flash, it all disappeared, revealing the picture behind the cyclone.

Ding Yan's heart jumped, and when he looked intently, a black altar appeared there, with a simple and vicissitudes of life, emitting wisps of ghostly light, unchanged for eternity, floating in his dantian.

There was a shroud of light above the black altar, glowing with a ghostly glow, and when Ding Yan was curious in his heart, after being silent, he carefully released his divine sense and touched the altar shroud.

But at the moment of touching, the ghostly light flickered, and at the same time, Ding Yan was startled, and before he had time to retract his consciousness and cut off the connection, he felt that his spirit was in a trance, and the world was spinning.

When he opened his eyes again from this struggle, he appeared in a place filled with black air, and the ghostly light was shining.

Ding Yan immediately felt that something was wrong.

At this time, everything he saw was not the sense of divine consciousness, but the naked eye, and he hurriedly examined his body, and while twisting it hard, he felt pain.

"It's the real thing!" Ding Yan's heart was flustered and terrified.

He vaguely understood that he had entered the altar, but he did not understand, how could he burrow into his stomach?

This seemed to subvert his cognition, and it was very shocking.

Before he could figure out the reason, the black qi around him formed a wave of qi, surging rapidly, which immediately attracted Ding Yan's attention, and his pupils shrank, with vigilance and vigilance.

This black qi surged in the void in front of him, and it also formed a vortex.

Ding Yan didn't dare to move, staring at the whirlpool in front of him, which was very close to him, holding his breath and concentrating, and his heart was also nervous.

The whirlpool in front of him condensed to the extreme, and suddenly, a voice came from inside.

"Lao Tzu...... Returned......"

The words are hoarse, as if they were in a hurry for eternity, after the vicissitudes of life, the years have changed, and they are full of strange power.

As the words came out, a head drilled out in the center of the vortex, and then squeezed out half of his body, and after a slight pause, he stretched out one foot and buckled it on the edge of the vortex, and then with the other foot stepped out, the whole body was exposed, standing in mid-air, and the black qi around him, with his appearance, all entered his body.

This scene made Ding Yan stunned, and his eyes widened even more, looking at the figure close at hand in front of him.

It was a bird, a crow to be exact, black and shiny.

He stood in mid-air, raised his head slightly, turned sideways to Ding Yan, and stood there quietly.

The appearance of this crow made Ding Yan's mind chaotic, which was too unexpected for him.

At this moment, before he could sort out the clue, the crow turned his head and looked at Ding Yan.

That bland glance made Ding Yan's heart shake, and his mind roared.

Those eyes, full of the vicissitudes of time, as if there are sun, moon and stars, see through the eternal reincarnation, beyond life and death, there is no breath on the body, but it gives people a deep feeling, fluttering like a legacy of independence, feathering and ascending to heaven.

His palm-sized body, standing there, felt incomparably majestic, domineering, tall and straight, like an epic, revealing a strand, nine heavens and ten earths, only me...... The spirit of solitude is above all beings.

He stood there, quietly, without any coercion, but that temperament seemed to penetrate from his bones, making it difficult for people to break through, and there was an urge to worship the master.

They looked at each other, you stared at me, I stared at you, for a long time, Ding Yan's heart trembled, and the bottom of his heart turned a storm.

This is a peerless powerhouse!

This is the supreme master!

Ding Yan was excited, he couldn't calm down for a while, and he had the urge to bow and bend down, clench his fists, and shout at his seniors.

But just as he was about to take action, the crow blinked and squinted at Ding Yan: "Who are you?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the indescribable detached temperament on his body suddenly dissipated, and instead revealed an alternative aura.

Ding Yan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and the tall image of the crow collapsed in his heart.

The contrast is so great that it is difficult to come back to your senses for a while.

"You...... It's my master?! ”

The crow stretched its neck, tilted its head, glanced at Ding Yan with some curiosity, and then withdrew his gaze, from beginning to end, it gave people a feeling of indulgence and rebelliousness.

"Am I your master?" Ding Yan's eyes widened.

Incredible! Unbelievable! What's going on?

"That's right, you kid is my master." When the crow said this, it was basically confirmed.

It's just that although he said that Ding Yan was his master, he didn't have any respect in his words, his attitude was very casual, he looked indifferent, he didn't care at all, and while talking, he also combed his wings with a bird's peck, and didn't even look at Ding Yan with his eyes.

"Hey, why do you suddenly feel a little cold?"

The crow shuddered, stopped combing his wings, and glanced at Ding Yan casually, and this glance made him pause: "No, your eyes are wrong!" ”

"Black and white, with a faint blood red, like a flame burning with anger, this ...... It looks like he's angry......

No, how can you look at me with such eyes, it's not good......

Well? How could I have an uneasy rush ......"

As soon as the crow said this, he saw Ding Yan slap him......

Syllable!

"Oh, I'm a......," the crow exclaimed.

Ding Yan didn't use his cultivation, but still fanned him out.

"I'm a dumbfounder, I'm your master, and I'm still playing like this, not to mention that I was almost killed by you twice, so many spirit stones, so many spirit herbs, and so many elixir magic weapons...... You, you, you, you ......" Ding Yan opened his mouth angrily, and his heart was filled with a feeling of flesh pain again.

Especially just now, he almost called him a senior, and when he thought of this, all kinds of grass and mud horses were galloping in his heart.

"You're a girl, you're actually beating me......" When the crow opened his mouth angrily, he exclaimed again, "Oh, I'm still beating!" ”!~%77%77%77%2e%64%7500%2e%63%63/