No matter how bad the situation on the ground was, the dungeon of the Futu Realm still maintained a normal cloud and clouds. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Only a few dependents and survivors will be able to enter here, this is the last dream, the last homeland.

The demons living at the bottom have no choice but to continue to hone their ability to adapt to the environment, and there are really many people with thick skin and strong adaptability who can survive in harsh environments.

But compared to the heaven and earth below, the universe has already been turned upside down.

The place where Ming Tong lived was one of the palaces, and only those who took care of him knew that there was a small courtyard at the back of this palace, which was the perfect place for this murderous little master to calm himself.

There is a street outside the small courtyard that I don't know where to imitate, and there is an apricot tree planted every five or six meters on both sides of the street, and the apricot blossom has not withered since this yard and this street were built.

The demon servants who dare to serve the bright pupil are all bold and careful masters, even if they see that these apricot trees are made of illusions, they will never mention half a point in front of the little master.

There are two rooms in the courtyard room, a simple small hall in the middle, not to mention the tables, chairs and benches for eating, and there is only a small bamboo bed in the corner.

The room on the left is much richer, with a cabinet on top of a large bamboo bed and a small table at the head of the bed, and an old oil lamp on it.

Ming Tong was alone on the big bamboo bed in this room, a small one, his eyes were blank, and he was as black as a bean.

During this period of time, he has now been restored to the appearance of a normal child in a place where there is no divine power, but the divine light in his eyes is not like a child, and he has the aura of a beast.

The look in his eyes kept flashing of the woman's dying look at him, and he hugged his body tighter and tighter.

Yes, he recognized who it was, it was the woman, he hated her to the extreme, but the moment he found out that it was her, he felt his whole soul tremble!

She's dead. Die by your own hands.

Hitomi hugged her body tighter again, her shoulders trembling a little - it was the damn feeling that would come up just thinking about her.

No, ......, Ming Tong thought, the useless soul in his body should have been completely absorbed and dissolved by him, at least he couldn't feel the existence of that soul at all.

Therefore, such feelings cannot come from that soul, let alone from oneself.

But what's going on with that inexplicable emptiness in my heart?

Ming Tong has always been a child who has never been in the world, even if there are many awkward genes inherited from his ancestors, he is still just a child.

It was only a little uncomfortable for an afternoon, and he reappeared in front of people, the expression on his face was still evil, with the corners of his mouth stubbornly raised, and he didn't know what to say.

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"This is the last locust flower, if we can't get over, I'm afraid we will all die in this land of fire." The hunt took out the bouquet in his hand, which was no longer a bunch of flowers, but a handful of calyxes, only a small one at the top of the branch.

They walked for three days in the land of flowing fire under the fog, and the acacia flower could indeed help them withstand the flowing fire and the heat, but its effect was not always there, but gradually diminished as they came into contact with the flowing fire.

When it was cut to a certain extent, I had to eat another one, and so on, and now there is only this one left.

However, there are still protrusions of tree roots on the ground, which seem to be not afraid of the power of this land of flowing fire, and when the protrusion stretches out, the whole root of the tree turns into a fiery red color, like pig iron in the swordsmith's furnace, but it is more hard than pig iron, and does not fall down the dregs of molten iron.

The little demon Weiwei sobbed: "That's good, people's skirts are burned." She and Lu Yao both looked depressed, the two little demons were originally planted spirits, and they were both afraid of fire, although they were blocked by the locust flowers refined by the old trees, but they couldn't completely ignore the impact of the land of flowing fire.

Lu Yao didn't say a word, its physical strength has been overdrawn, Lu Yao's spiritual power is actually not as good as the little demon Weiwei, and there are many differences between the two little demons, but compared with the tree spirit and the flower spirit, the tree spirit is born with a higher intelligence value.

I saw Lu Yao take two more steps, and suddenly with a bang, the whole body was planted forward, and it hit the ground in an instant, and the flowing fire around him seemed to be alive, and hurriedly gathered together, wanting to devour it.

Chi Hunt hurriedly grabbed it and lifted it up: "Xiao Yao! In the panic, the precious string of fire-repellent locust flowers in his hand had fallen.

Xiguang followed, bent down to pick up the fire locust flower, and without hesitation, picked the last one and fed it into Lu Yao's mouth.

"Let's go quickly, we don't seem to have much protective qi on our bodies." Cherish the light.

At this moment, the little demon Weiwei jumped forward a few steps and said hurriedly: "Young master, look over there!" ”

As far as the eye could see, there seemed to be some black building looming in the firelight.

"What is this place?" Hesitation.

When Chi Hunt saw it, he hugged the little green boy and ran: "Hurry up!" I can't care so much about it. ”

He walked a few steps, but he still disliked the fact that he was walking too slowly, and regardless of the danger of exposure, he threw the green boy into the sky, turned himself into a blood wolf prototype, stretched out his back to catch the green child, and then ran forward.

"Little Hunt!" It's too dangerous, and if it attracts obsidian people, a few of them will be in big trouble.

Xiguang looked at the hunt who didn't feel wrong at all: Xiao Hunt's recent behavior is really getting more and more strange, at least he has never left himself behind and taken care of others.

Come to think of it, these two little demons have become important members of his life.

The black building gradually came into full view, and the constant flow of fire and magma finally left under his feet.

But at first sight, several people were a little stunned, this was not a black building, but a strong trunk like steel and iron, the trunk was as thick as a small island, and there were many roots underneath, and the roots were thick and powerful.

The little demon Weiwei looked left and right, and said happily: "Brother Chi Hunt, young master, if I guess correctly, this should be the place where Grandpa Tree asked us to come." ”

These tree trunks are intertwined, forming a temple of roots on the ground, and the roots of the tree are decorated with some grass sacrifice ropes of the spirit planters, which are somewhat like the abode of the tree ancestors.

"Tree Leader!" Chi Hunt didn't doubt him, and shouted directly: "Is the tree old here first?" Come out and save people! ”

Xiguang didn't make a sound, let him scream, but his eyes looked at the black hole between the tree holes.

The voice cried out, echoing through the hollow of the tree, and after a moment it was a faint glow of light.

"Come in...... In....... An old voice said.

Xiguang asked, "Is it the old ancestor of the tree?" ”

The old voice didn't answer, but said slowly, "Come in, come in......." ”

Several people looked at each other. (To be continued.) )