"Tsk, that's ...... Where?"

His brain was a blur, and he didn't know where he was. Poor Ling wanted to get up, but found that he couldn't move, he tried his best to open his eyes, but he could only see nothingness. His mind slowly reappeared of what had happened before, and Mo's death made his heart cut like a knife.

In the desolation, his memory slowly recovered, and he remembered that they had entered the "Ren Tian" star array, and in the wind and waves, he lost his last consciousness. I wonder how everyone is doing now?

Xiaoxing was seriously injured, I don't know where he went?Ganso's heart began to ache violently during the battle, and now he probably began to urge the rebirth spell. He still has a chance to live, in contrast, Qian Ling is very worried about Fan Ao and them, all of them are weak women, where will they be?

"Phew!"

Scolding himself, the meteorite jade pendant on Qian Ling's chest emitted a little light, he was healing, and he didn't open his eyes until a few days later.

Standing up on the edge of a beach, Poor Ling looked around, no wonder he felt cold, he was leaning against the sea? But why didn't he hear the sound of the waves? Poor Ling looked at this sea without flowing, and was extremely surprised.

The island was wide, flat and endless, and the gray island was full of tombstones, and he walked along the island alone, and he did not immediately walk up to the island, but first observed the surroundings. If you really only know how dependent you are when you lose, Qian Ling used to be a more reckless person, and he did it when he decided to do it, never thinking too much, so he often suffered.

Since joining the Red Shield, Xing Zeyuan and everyone will arrange everything, he often doesn't have to think about it, four years, over time it has become a habit, and now he is separated from everyone, he is a little unaccustomed, he learned in his mind the appearance of Xing Zeyuan observing the surrounding terrain, and then went ashore from the beach.

There was something strange all around, the sea and the island were gray, even the clouds and the earth, and Qi Ling's injuries had not healed, he paced on the island, and seemed to merge with the surroundings. The black body looked compassionate, and he touched the bracelet on his wrist, which was the only thing of value in his body, and he believed that everyone could be reunited.

"Are you awake?"

The loud voice was like a reckless beast, and he was half-squatting on a horse, looking around, and a simple movement made his body suffer intensely. Although it is unknown how long it took to fight that battle, his injuries still remember the tragic battle.

"Who are you?"

"The master here!"

Qian Ling's face was grim, and he squinted and looked around, his strength was the sixth order, since he couldn't detect where the source of this voice was?

"What sea is this?"

"The Dead Sea of the Primordial Realm!"

"Yuan Chu Realm?"

"That's right. ”

The qi of the world before life is chaos, and after the opening of the sky, the vitality is born, and the vitality is in things, and it is indispensable in this life. Legend has it that all living things in the world come from this realm, and the Yuan Yuan Realm is different from the East and West Realms, it is not a continent, but a vast sea area. This sea area is changing, and there are ancient monsters infesting it, and the mysteries of it have been explored for tens of thousands of years without results.

The Yuan Chu Realm is synonymous with danger and death, and Qian Ling feels that the surroundings are very strange, not like the Yuan Chu Realm, especially the sea, which is not a little angry.

"When I was a child, I lived on an island on the edge of the primordial realm, and the sea there was not so calm. ”

Qian Ling didn't immediately believe a stranger, and he didn't know if the thing he was talking about was a human being.

"So, this is the Dead Sea!"

Qian Ling was impatient, and he asked angrily:

"And who are you?"

"I am the master of this sea, your senior!"

"Sorry, I don't know you. ”

Poor Ling's tone was contemptuous, he would have a senior? He is the son of the sun candle and the shadow of the sun, where did the predecessor come from?

"Young man, don't worry, I can see that you have the blood of the sun candle and the shadow of the sun in your body, and you can better grasp the Qi of Chaos. ”

"Oh!"

Qian Ling sat on the ground, not wanting to hear this deafening sound.

"Tell me how to get out of here?"

"Although I don't know what you've been through, but you will definitely attract the attention of the sun candle and the shadow of the sun when you go to the outside world, it's not easy for a person like you to live until now, do you really want to leave?"

"Can I stay here and get away from them?"

"Of course not, no matter where you hide, the sun candle and the shadow can find you, they are very capable. ”

"And what nonsense are you talking about?"

Although Xing Zeyuan said that he would meet again in three years, but Qian Ling was worried about everyone, he wanted to go to everyone, especially Fan Ao, he only had one year, and he was going to start fleeing in a year, and the Liangyi Holy Beast, who had been silent for a long time, estimated that he could find him as soon as he made a move, so before that, he wanted to see everyone again.

He was so anxious that his voice was not angry.

"With your strength, what about going out, waiting to be brought back to the Garden of Divine Beasts by them?"

"It's my business, you don't have to worry about it, you just have to tell me the way out. ”

The grey Dead Sea is as boundless as the islands, and the poor don't want to run around the sea. Although he has a strong ability to stay in the air, he can't fly yet, and if he goes in the wrong direction, he will stay at sea all the time, which will be very dangerous.

"The Dead Sea is boundless, and there is no way out. ”

"Are you trying to make things difficult for me? How did I get here if I didn't have a road?"

"There's one less grain of sand on the beach, and here you are. ”

Poor Ling's mind was in turmoil, and he felt that everything was annoying, and the chaotic Qi in his body slowly poured out of his body, like a silent threat.

"Of course, I can tell you how to get out, but only if you beat me. ”

"Come out!"

What appeared in response was a man who was no different from Poor Ling, but his face was gloomy and gray.

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't you curious about who I am? I'm telling you now, I'm the ninth-order divine beast Creation Tortoise. ”

"What's that? Ninth Order?"

Poor Ling laughed disappreliantly:

"Who doesn't know that only King Kui in the world is a true ninth-order divine beast?"

"I just don't want to go out and fight for fame, and I need to protect this place. ”

"That's a nice thing to say!"

Qi Ling's right leg quickly wrapped the Qi of Chaos, there were many divine beasts in the world that had the bloodline of ninth-order divine beasts, but there was only one person who really reached that strength. In the face of this kind of liar, he must debunk it, and he does not want to spend his time in this meaningless place.

But vaguely, he felt that he had heard the name Genesis Turtle somewhere.

"Do you want to try it? Just beat me!"

The gray Qian Ling spread out his palms, and Qian Ling was about to shoot his legs, but for a moment his movements paused, and he kicked in the back, causing it to explode thousands of meters on the island full of gray tombstones.

Stuck his feet into the island, quickly breaking the two rows of tombstones, and stopped with a shocked face. This kind of attack speed has surpassed the lieutenant general he encountered in the Great Mercenary City at the beginning, could he really be a ninth-order divine beast? Qian Ling didn't have time to think about it, his battle instinct made him jump up quickly after stopping, and then urged the Chaos Qi to kick towards his gray self.

In the gray world, Qi Ling kept attacking "himself", and the power he burst out thought that it had not weakened, but it was easily blocked.

"See, just one clone can defuse your attack, what's the use of you going out?"

Qian Ling refused to admit defeat and wanted to prepare to attack, but was clasped by a hand, his face was on the ground, and the gray Qian Ling said:

"I suddenly want to be your master, what are your intentions?"

"Why?"

"Because you can control the Qi of Chaos, there are not many people like this, I don't know who sent you in, but since you are here, even if we are fated, I have been bored alone for a hundred years, so play with me here?"

"What can you teach me?"

Qian Ling was a little moved, if he really had the strength of the ninth order, if he could really make himself stronger, he didn't mind worshipping him as a teacher, his former recklessness and coldness had long disappeared without a trace, and now he just wanted to become stronger. In the face of the Liangyi Holy Beast, he couldn't even protect himself, how could he protect the others of the Red Shield?

"Teach you everything you want to learn!"

The clasp of his arm was loosened, and the gray poor Ling circled around him, and said in an old-fashioned manner:

"There are two bloodlines in your body, you have used both of them, but they are not fully developed, and I can teach you how to use them together. ”

The man squatted down with his legs bent beside Poor Ling, who lay on the ground and looked at the gray man. He always felt that this scene was a little weird, like talking to someone he imagined in a dream, probably because of the sequelae of the last battle, so that he had not recovered his spirits.

"How long will it take?"

"One year!"

Raising a finger, Qian Ling's heart tightened, if he could improve his strength this year, he might be able to escape this fate. Suppressing the thought in his heart, he wanted to find Fan'ao, but where was she?

Qian Ling frowned, then nodded firmly.

"Okay, I'll worship you as a teacher!"

"Good!"

The loud voice resounded throughout the wide Dead Sea, hoping that this year I could become stronger and return to everyone. In order to meet everyone again, he has to live first, not to be caught by the sun candle and the shadow of the sun.

When he made up his mind, the gray "poor ling" turned into a puddle of gray sand, and with it appeared a burly man, with a bald head and tattoos all over his body. The gray tattoo was indiscernible, and he slowly walked up to Qian Ling, and before the latter could see him clearly, the burly man said:

"Now for the first lesson!"

"What's the content?"

"Recuperate!"

The palm of the hand brings out a soft light, the light has no color, and it is monotonous like a transparent water mass.

Poor Ling fell, surrounded by erected tombstones, making him like a phoenix reborn in Nirvana.

"I'm curious what you've been through before, since you're covered in injuries?"

The burly man is the embodiment of the creation turtle, and this world is like that, only gray. After being alone for hundreds of years, he finally had someone to accompany him for a year, and even if he didn't have an apprenticeship, he was willing to stay with him. He had been suppressing his emotions before, but in fact he was extremely excited, in this dark place, there was finally a living creature!

Poor Ling's injuries recovered at an exaggerated pace, and he called out the names of a man in his faintness.

"It's funny. ”

The man's muscles were like mossy boulders, and he puffed out his arms and looked at the sleeping side face of the poor ling.

In another part of the world, a pair of eyes opened, and she looked around, where a flag hung in a modest room.

She wanted to speak, but she couldn't open her mouth like a mute, and her body hurt so much that she quickly gave in, glad she was still alive.

Looking at the ceiling, there was a blue sky outside, and the heavy rain of the day had finally passed, and she blessed in her heart, her lips murmuring slightly.

"Poor Ling, everyone, you must still be alive?"

"Wake up, don't move yet, your injuries aren't healed yet!"

The woman lying on the bed nodded, her face sharp as an arrow, her ponytail spread out and draped over the pillow.

She asked in a very low voice, with a hoarse voice.

"Where is this?"

"Hundred Republic of China!"

The young man who saved him smiled warmly, lifted the horned hat on his head, and said with admiration:

"It's worthy of the Red Shield Mercenary Group, no matter what you face, you can be so calm. ”

"You know?"

The woman lying on the bed instinctively became cautious, and the young man, perceiving her sharp gaze, said:

"Well, I've seen the newspaper, and your head is Meng. Although we are not allies, the enemy of our enemies is friends, my name is Curry Pel, the captain of the first team of the Fifth Army of the Gadding Army!"

"Gade Army ......"

The Red Shield Mercenary Regiment didn't have much to do with the Gaeder Army, she thought about it, endured a headache and asked:

"Is Jacos here?"

"He hadn't come back yet, and he had gone to Blackwater the day he saw the newspaper. ”

"Oh!"

The woman tilted her head, thinking of the dead foam.

"Uh...... Then you have a good rest, and the meal will call you. ”

Seeing that she did not want to speak, Curry Pel got up and left, and Van'au lay on the bed and said quietly:

"Thank you!"

"It's okay, it should be!"

Curry Pyle walked out of the room and closed the door, a tear running through the corner of Van'ao's eye and landing on the humble pillow. She sobbed, her pale hands clutching the thin quilt.

"Poor Ling, I miss you so much, you must not have anything to ......"

The red shield will converge in three years, and Fan Ao is worried that Poor Ling will not be able to survive these three years, so he must not be caught by the sun candle and the shadow of the sun, he must not!