"I'm sorry, Lord Qingyang," when he was embarrassed, Fei Yin stepped forward and clenched his fists in salute, "We are too anxious for the captain's comfort to be like this...... Thank you for your understanding. ”

"Hmph, okay, I don't have the same knowledge as you," Qingyang listened to Feiyin's apology, and his heart suddenly felt much more comfortable, and then he closed his eyes and said as if he didn't care about it at all: "For your question...... I can tell you - I was affected too, but I was freed from it; I can liberate you because my power is just right to help you get out of this illusion; I don't know where Yanfeng went...... As for why I know you're seeing visions, it's because ......"

Speaking of this, Qingyang's face suddenly became serious, and he said in a low voice: "...... I've seen this vision more than once! ”

"What?"

Listening to Qingyang's answer, the Chinese couldn't help but exclaim.

"So, Mr. Qingyang, do you know what's going on?" After a short period of surprise, Lin Huan was the first to react, and then stepped forward and asked Qingyang.

"I don't know......" Qingyang looked at Lin Huan and shook his head lightly.

"However, maybe it's ......" Then, Qingyang seemed to remember something, and his face became a little mysterious.

"What?"

Everyone looked at Qingyang's reflection and immediately asked in unison anxiously.

"Have you heard of the 'wounded' door?"

"Maybe it's the door of ......' 'wounds.'"

In the pale golden space, Feiyin Feixuan and the other five people gathered together, looking at Qingyang in the center with an anxious face and said half-truthfully.

"The 'Wounded' Door?" Lin Huan listened to Qingyang's words, and immediately frowned, his eyes kept rolling, as if he was in thought, and touched his chin and said to himself: "It seems that I have heard of ...... there"

The four of Feiyin also frowned, although they didn't know what the "injury" door in Qingyang's mouth was, but it sounded like it was related to Yanfeng's disappearance, and they also thought about it separately when they were concerned about Yanfeng's safety.

"The Door of Wounds...... It seems to be ......" Lin Huan closed his brows at this time, slowly closed his eyes, and then as if he suddenly remembered something, a shocked expression appeared on his face.

"What? Linhuan, do you know anything? Ziru on the side saw Qingyang's expression, hurriedly spoke up, and asked eagerly.

"Hmm...... It seems that I heard the patriarch say......" Lin Huan raised his head and said slowly.

Then, Lin Huan's eyes stared at Qingyang, his expression was solemn, and he guessed in a slightly frightened tone: "Could it be the legendary Qimen Dunjia technique?" ”

Hearing Lin Huan's words, Fei Xuan on the side frowned, and asked strangely, "Qimen Dunjia?" What is that? ”

Fei Yin and the other four people, who were originally thinking about each other, suddenly raised their heads and focused their eyes on Lin Huan.

"Don't look at me, I don't know," Lin Huan felt the eyes of the four people, and suddenly raised his hand, smiling helplessly, "I just overheard the old patriarch mention it." ”

"Yes......" Qingyang on the side looked at everyone and opened his mouth lightly, "So you've heard of it, Linhuan." ”

"Well, it's just that the old patriarch mentioned it a long time ago when there was a crisis in the clan, but he didn't say it deeply." Lin Huan looked at Yanfeng and said respectfully.

"Hmm." Qingyang nodded lightly, signaling that he knew; Then Qingyang slowly raised his head, looked up at the top, and said to himself lightly: "I didn't expect that I would have such a fate, and I would be able to see the legendary Eight Sects many times...... Oh, it's fun, it's fun. ”

As he spoke, a hint of a smile appeared on the corner of Qingyang's mouth, and then he smiled faintly.

Fei Yin Fei and the others looked at the smiling Qingyang, and then looked at each other, with puzzled expressions on their faces, and they didn't understand why Qingyang in front of them laughed at all.

"My lord, are you ......" Fei Yin first looked at Qingyang who was smiling and talking to himself in confusion, and then stepped forward and asked suspiciously, "What is this Dunjia technique?" ”

"Huh?"

Qingyang, who was smiling, let out a light "um", his face quickly became solemn, and then he lowered his voice and said, "...... What it is, I will tell you what I know, but ......"

As he spoke, Qingyang turned his head, his eyes were completely focused on the distance, and he said in a heavy voice: "...... The real enemy is coming......"

"Enemies?" Hearing Qingyang's words, the five of them were stunned for a moment, and then quickly became nervous, and at the same time turned their heads and followed Qingyang's gaze.

About a few hundred feet away from everyone, a ball of bright golden light with a little red light in the center flew towards everyone in a hurry.

The ball of light had not yet arrived, but feeling the surging energy fluctuations and strange aura in it, everyone's faces had become extremely ugly.

"What the hell is this, and why is this horrible thing - what is that ball of light?" Looking at the rapidly approaching ball of bright golden light, his face was full of panic and frost suddenly said in a trembling voice.

Qingyang turned his head and glanced at Frost Han, but he didn't say anything more - Qingyang was also surprised by the energy of the light ball in front of him, feeling that the energy contained in the previous period was by no means lower than the energy value he possessed when he completely exploded, and what he felt seemed to be only the place where the light ball was close to the core, not its real core - could it be that the energy contained in the core of the light ball in front of him was completely beyond his own perception range?

Qingyang, who originally planned to completely resist the ball of light with the lowest energy consumption with the ability of himself and the four people behind him, suddenly felt a sense of weakness in his heart when he thought of this. Looking at the ball of light with a pale face, Qingyang seemed to have seen the impending death, his eyes flashed with disbelief, and his heart was full of unwillingness.

"This ...... Why is this happening...... I'm the strongest ghost dragon, the ten-winged ghost dragon! Is it really going to die here? How is this possible! Looking at the rapidly approaching ball of bright golden light, Qingyang suddenly became a little crazy, and he couldn't stop roaring in his heart; Then, Qingyang summoned the power of his whole body, completely hiding himself in the gray mist that appeared in an instant.

At this time, feeling the oppression brought by the golden ball of light, except for Qingyang, who urged the gray mist to wrap itself, the other five people seemed to be frozen, their faces were frightened, and their eyes were dull and staring at the flying ball of light, as if they had completely lost consciousness, quietly waiting for death to come.

The pale golden ball of light gradually flew closer, and everyone's hearts were blank, and their eyes looked blankly ahead, as if their own bodies had been far away from life.

Fifty zhang ...... Forty zhang ...... Thirty zhang ......

In the gray smoke, Qingyang quietly looked at the approaching ball of light, and kept calculating the distance between himself and it.

(End of chapter)