The creatures underneath opened their golden pupils, and their huge vertical pupils stared indifferently ahead, as if they could penetrate the stone walls and cast their gaze into distant places. He moved his body with a bang, and the vibration was transmitted down the earth. Then He held out a huge finger......

……

Wen Jin looked at the shattered jar, and there was a feeling of tiny electricity starting from his spine and climbing up, straight to his mind. He had an inexplicable feeling that the current of fate had begun to flow again, and that his fate was hidden deep in the fog, blurred.

He is like a pawn in a chessboard, before he can land, someone rudely turns the chessboard upside down, throwing him back into the beginning of everything, the unchanged past. In a trance, he saw fate connected into a thread, and someone sat on top of it, seeming to ...... Is it a white-bearded old man?

Wen Jin shook his head and threw this ridiculous idea into the depths of the sea of knowledge. He looked at the debris on the ground, and in desperation, he suddenly felt a tremble. As if he had been summoned by something, he couldn't help but look up and look at the sky.

At this glance, he seemed to have lost his soul, standing in place sluggishly, with cold sweat precipitating from his back. In the sky, a huge black hole appeared, with the purest black, twisted, shaking, and seemingly very unstable.

But then, an incomparably large finger slowly poked out from the middle, the fingers were covered with crimson scales, and the sharp nails were like the most terrifying murder weapons in the world, and they stretched out slowly and methodically.

What made Wen Jin's heart tremble the most was that this finger was pointing at him slowly and clearly. The huge, obscuring fingers, piercing the night sky and pointing at the door of his head, were enough to make him tremble.

The coercion that was so huge that it swept through like a storm, and even if it wasn't aimed at Wen Jin, he still had an urge to bow and worship. Finally straightened up, and a thunderous voice sounded in his ears, majestic, low, like the whisper of a god:

"I ...... After many years, the split soul finally returned......" Immediately after, there was a long pause, and the oppressive atmosphere, like the eve of a storm, made Wen Jin's heart seem to be grasped, and he didn't dare to look up.

The voice like a whisper sounded again, making Wen Jin's whole body loosen and take a few big breaths. "Thou ...... There's something I don't like......" There was a hint of doubt in his deep voice.

Wen Jin didn't notice this doubt, and his heart tightened, for fear that this existence would be unhappy and destroy himself casually. But all he heard was a sigh. This sigh is ancient and distant, like an echo from eternity: "Thou shalt ...... Be the introduction to my return......"

Wen Jin was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he suddenly felt like he was being burned in his body. His face was distorted by pain, and every cell seemed to burn up and down, and a symbol of flame "grew" from his forehead.

The symbol existed for a few seconds, then disappeared, hidden under Wen Jin's skin, and the pain as if it had been burned faded away. Another sigh sounded, and the massive fingers gradually receded, disappearing into the black hole.

The black hole twisted and then disappeared like a punctured bubble. Wen Jin, who was overwhelmed by the coercion and didn't dare to move, finally recovered, and wiped his sweat stiffly with his hands and feet. There was a sudden stabbing pain in the center of his forehead, and he couldn't help but let out a painful cry.

Touching his forehead, the pain gradually faded, and there seemed to be an invisible wall around him, and the noisy sound finally reached Wen Jin's ears. He turned his head to look around a little dazedly, and found that the flow of people was surging, and the laughter was ringing out as always.

Everything seemed so normal, people were talking about various topics, walking on Jixin Street. For Wenjin, everything seems to be a world away. Everything just now seems to be just an illusion, just a big dream.

No, not an illusion! There was a dull pain in his forehead, as if to remind him of what had just happened. "I'm an adventure, isn't it?" Thinking to himself, self-deprecation crept up the corners of his mouth, and he turned his head to look around, while thinking, "What was that just now?" It can't be, it can't be a real dragon, right? ”

"Quite possibly! His appearance was clearly related to the jar, and on the jar, a real dragon had just appeared......" he thought, and suddenly shuddered, "This is too far from my realm...... Maybe it's just His gaze and I'll die quietly. ”

"But why did it trigger all this when I picked up the jar? Is it because I glanced at it with my divine sense? Or maybe it's just my luck......" he smiled a little sarcastically, "I don't know if it's luck or bad luck......

He lifted his feet and thought as he went, "But what did He just say to me?" Come to think of it, He said His split soul had returned...... Wait, oh my God, that jar doesn't have a trace of the true dragon's soul sealed, right?! ”

He was startled, and the footsteps he had just raised stopped. He turned his head to look back, wanting to pick up the fragments of the jar and study them, but unfortunately the crowd came and went, blocking Wen Jin's vision, and those fragments also disappeared into the vast sea of people.

Turning his head regretfully, Wen Jin walked down the street with a hint of shock and confusion, and turned his brain again: "What else did he say, he said that there is a breath on my body that he doesn't like...... What kind of breath? Oh, honestly, what is there about me that can attract a hint of His attention? ”

He felt tooth ache, and being able to attract the attention of such a being really can't be said to be a good thing. This time, the real dragon has no malice towards him, but it is hard to guarantee that there will be an equal existence full of malice towards him again next time.

Shaking his head and throwing the creepy feeling out of his mind, Wen Jin stroked his chin and thought to himself: "One last thing, he said that I would be the introduction to his return...... Wait a minute! He was a spirit, "He's not going to take me, is he?" ”

A chill crept up his neck from behind, he subconsciously touched his forehead, and denied this idea in his heart: "No, an existence like this will not be okay to take away my little transparent, you know, I am only in the Qi cultivation period!" God knows why I was caught up in such an incident. ”

"No matter, these things are too far away from me." Wen Jin now has a feeling that many people are not worried about debts, "Go to You Jiao'er first and give her the bracelet, this is what I want to do now...... I don't know if she ran far. ”

He had barely taken two steps when there was a burning sensation on his forehead, and the symbol was burning beneath his cortex, like a bonfire had been lit in his mind.

Just as he stopped in amazement, a chill welled up from the depths of his body, rushing to his forehead as if provoked.

The tip of the needle is on the wheat mang.