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Qibao followed behind Chu Chen a little dejectedly, he never expected that after reporting his identity as an alchemist, Chu Chen was only slightly surprised for a moment, and then he returned to normal, even more indifferent than before he knew it, and he didn't have the slightest intention of buying his account. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

If it weren't for the slight shock in the eyes that Wu Sansi looked at him from time to time, telling him that the identity of an alchemist was still precious, Qibao would almost have thought that this was the way of the world that had become so unfamiliar.

"It shouldn't be..."

The little fat man is now extremely entangled in his heart, in his impression, aren't alchemists all existences that should be high-profile and high-status? After Chu Chen knew his identity as an alchemist, even if he didn't offer the purple demon lingzhi grass with both hands, he would at least give a good face, right? After all, he is an incomparably noble alchemist.

Because no one can guarantee that he will not come to him in the future, and in his current situation, this possibility is still very high.

And just when Qibao was in an inexplicable entanglement, Chu Chen walked in front with a leisurely face, and there was a hint of playful arc on the corner of his mouth.

Even if the little fat man wanted to break his head, I am afraid that he would never have imagined that Chu Chen would have the ability to devour demon spirits and defy the sky. If Chu Chen, who has the ancestral dragon pattern, is put into the 100,000 mountains, I am afraid that he will live a better life than anyone else.

Countless demon beasts will provide him with an endless source of spiritual power, and those heavenly and earthly treasures will turn into precious life spiritual liquid, making it difficult for him to die. It can be said that these 100,000 mountains are the most suitable place for Chu Chen to grow and sharpen. If it weren't for the morning light in my heart, this experience might not have ended prematurely.

Ignoring the depressed little fat man Qibao behind him, Chu Chen greeted the morning breeze and looked in the direction of the Heavenly Snake Department in the distance, as if the person who was missing was in front of him, and gradually, the steps under his feet gradually became firmer.

It was night, and the sky was full of stars, shining with eternal brilliance, and the breeze of the sky was sprinkled through the clouds.

The ancient Celestial Snake Department also gradually slept in this silence. Only the sound of the blade in the dark, which shimmered with cold light, and the frequent friction of heavy armor, could make people suddenly realize how many bloodthirsty sharpness were hidden under this heavy night.

It has been a full seven days since that thousand-level battle of annihilation.

Outside the ancestral hall, Liu Tian looked at the closed ancestral hall gate from a distance, and a faint colorful brilliance flowed on it, and vaguely, he could still feel a kind of mighty coercion inherited from ancient times, diffusing out.

"Xi'er..."Looking at the door that had been closed for a month, Liu Tianzong murmured softly. There was a deep worry in his eyes.

The flames of war have begun to ignite, and no one can guarantee survival in this battle of protection. The demise of the two parts of the spirit toad seems to be a prophecy, indicating the future end of the five parts. And these seven days of calm are just the brewing of the storm, once a certain critical point is reached, the fangs of destruction are completely revealed towards the Heavenly Serpent Department!

Liu Tianzong frowned, looked at the inky clouds that gradually covered the starry sky, and felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart for some reason. Shaking his head slightly, he glanced at the ancestral shrine that stood quietly again, and he turned to leave. Only a long sigh was left, slowly echoing in this ancient forbidden land, condensing but not dissipating.

in the room. Liu Wanjun, the master of the Heavenly Snake Palace, also looked at the dark clouds that were gradually pressing down with a calm face, as if behind the pitch-black ink, there was some terrifying demon beast that was preparing to show its sharp claws.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Liu Wanjun's gaze suddenly froze. There seems to be a faint hint of green in the star-like pupils......

On the periphery of the Celestial Snake Division, there is a faint mist that does not disperse all year round, spreading and swirling, covering the Celestial Snake Division. Again, this is where the great battle broke out seven days ago.

According to the ancient tradition, whoever dies in battle will be buried in the depths of the earth, no matter which side he belongs to, and as a warrior, this is the final destination he deserves. The practical advantage of this is that it prevents the outbreak of a terrible plague.

Therefore, the Suzaku Army was also buried on this land.

But at some point, the places where the bodies were originally buried began to have a miserable green mist, penetrating the soil and drifting out.

A small tree next to the source of the green mist was growing vigorously, and the night humidity even condensed and sparkled on the tender leaves.

However, with the winding wisp of thick green threads, the small tree full of life breath withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the tender green leaves instantly withered and then withered, and the trunk also became shriveled and shriveled at the same time, as if all vitality was drained in an instant.

At the same time, the green mist drifted out of countless places, blending into the original miasma in the mountain forest, into the thick night, and into this ancient mountain forest.

If you look down from the sky, you will be shocked to find that the Heavenly Snake Department at this moment is actually surrounded by endless miserable green mist. A light breeze blew, pinching it into various shapes, like a monstrous beast, swooping towards its prey. And all the lives that come into contact with these green mist are deprived of everything in an instant, turned into rotten leaves, and sleep on the earth forever.

At this moment, almost everyone in the Heavenly Snake Tribes didn't know that on this ordinary and peaceful night, terrifying and invisible killings were coming towards them mercilessly......

Except, of course, for some.

In the thick night, there is a slightly cricket figure at this moment, hidden in the darkness, as if feeling something.

"Boom..."

After a long time, a faint wisp of pale green mist gradually drifted by, lingering on the dry claws, and at the same time, a hoarse and dry laughter came out low, and finally dissipated with the breeze.

Under the black robe, a pair of vicious pupils quietly lifted, revealing a spicy light like a poisonous scorpion.

In a lavish room, the bright light of the light casts a narrow shadow on the floor. I saw an old man in a dark green robe sitting in front of the desk, as if he was seriously looking at a roll of rather ancient bamboo slips in his hand.

On the simple and atmospheric robe, there is a small bronze tripod embroidered, and two winding lines are coiled on it, which looks very exquisite.

It was the second-grade alchemist, Master Wang.

At this moment, in the silent room, the quaint omission drips with water permanently and regularly, and the microcosm of condensed time is gradually lost in this slow and calm depression.

Chirping...

Finally, at a certain moment, the floating arrow that marked the time stopped above that moment and let out a soft shudder. And with this subtle sound, the figure that had been sitting cross-legged seemed to move slightly at this time.

"Have you started..."

With a whispered voice, behind the ancient bamboo slips, a slightly old face was also revealed.

At this time, Master Wang's eyes with a hint of cloudiness flashed with an inexplicable light. A moment later, a strange smile gently crossed the wrinkled corners of his mouth, making the quiet room quietly filled with a chill......

The night seems to be thicker. The inky clouds in the sky have completely blocked out the starlight in the sky, leaving no gaps.

The cold wind quietly exploded and pounced on the heavily guarded Celestial Snake Department.

It's just that at this time, a dry corpse with wide-eyed frightened eyes fell on the post he was guarding with a gust of cold wind.

The depressing terror spread, and the entire Heavenly Snake Department was dyed with a layer of red blood, just like this rich and indissolvable night, falling into darkness forever......

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