Tianhua Mountain, the aftermath of the Dark Dragon's self-explosion, gradually calmed down, and the fog diffused down again, covering up the traces of the previous fight, the previous tragedy, the previous roar, and the occasional gust of heavenly wind, and then rolled up the heavy fog, with a gloomy whistling sound, making the originally low, gloomy sky a little more ghostly angry.

Three days later, on the top of Tianhua Mountain, there was a sudden roaring sound, a puff of ghost mist appeared out of thin air, and a faint rune phantom appeared in the ghost mist, and suddenly, there were a few traces of pale green energy in the surrounding air that were inhaled by the rune phantom, and then the rune phantom shrank and flashed straight into the belly of the mountain.

In the belly of the mountain, in a hidden cave, suddenly the glow was bright, and a large gray rune array appeared on the ground of the cave, and in the middle of the large array, a pitch-black broken token floated in the air and slowly rotated.

On the token, between the broken positions, a simple and distant aura gradually drifted out with its rotation, making the entire cave like a living thing, and it was filled with a sense of vicissitudes of migration. In the cave, it was as if I had suddenly fallen into another space, and in that space, I had suddenly experienced a rapid change.

Singing, suddenly, in the cave, there was a singing that was like a sacrificial song, low, as if it could pull the whole person down from the sky, as if there was something in the mortal world, on the ground, that people could not part with even after reincarnation.

But the low singing voice was full of lofty words, listening carefully, feeling it with my heart, and suddenly found that the song was like a dose of elixir to ascend to the immortals, which made the person who listened to it have a fluttering impulse to ascend to the sky.

Buzz, in the cave, the song suddenly mixed with the trembling sound of the gray rune formation on the ground. The piece in the air also slammed after a tremble, and it was inserted straight into the middle of the formation.

In the rune formation, the ghostly light kept flashing, and the singing kept coming out, and the misty gray mist had unconsciously shrouded the entire formation. In the sky above the formation, directly above the token, a black egg-shaped energy formed at some point.

After a day, the faint figure of a black demon beast gradually condensed on the outside of the black egg-shaped energy object, and its body took the egg-shaped energy as the core, gradually becoming clear, head, neck, wings, body, feet, and tail. If Ling Tian was there at this time, he would definitely be able to recognize that this clear figure was the Dark Dragon that had already exploded in the sword formation.

Hey, the figure of the dark dragon just appeared is a roar in the sky, as if there is a long-standing but unvented resentment in the heart, today it can finally speak again, and it feels again, so it looks up to the sky and roars, but the roar is extremely weak, and the strength is even weaker, and it does not even have the momentum of the mortal realm.

Outside the black energy egg, the figure that was looking up to the sky and roaring suddenly froze there, and his whole body trembled, and suddenly the figure that had just become clear shook again, and in the blink of an eye, he was confused for three points.

"How can this be, how can this be, my ghost channel, my spirit gathering array, how can there be an accident this time, what about my strength, why did it become so weak," above the formation, the figure of the dark dragon trembled all over, and asked loudly, as if questioning the sky, and as if venting the anger in his heart.

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, it must be because of the damage caused by the self-explosion, and when my heavenly soul and earth soul are reunited, I will definitely regain my strength after the seven seven spirits of seven hundred and forty-nine days are reunited" Above the formation, the trembling figure gradually stabilized, and the pasty figure finally stopped fading, and finally the whole figure shrank, instantly turning into a black origin in the black energy egg.

Time in the cave drifted away in the constant singing.

Forty days later, inside another huge cave. A giant egg protected by black energy, squeak, squeak, and with the sound, a black light and shadow escaped from the hole above the giant egg. Wandering around in the cave, looking very happy.

After a long time, the flickering black shadow jumped back above the giant dome and stopped on it. That figure is the black scoundrel who has been in a coma.

At this time, the black gangster's body turned into a black magic grass half a person tall and stuck to the giant egg. The leaves on it are constantly swaying in the air, as if the black color of the light poplar in the wind is extremely smart, and in the black, there are gray lines, which seems to add a lot of mystery.

At this time, the magic grass was wrapping all its leaves together, and a belly shape was protruding in the middle, and then the top was thin down, like a neck, and then above the neck, the ends of all the strips were knotted together to form a large club. It really looks like a man without hands, with a big head, a long body, and a leg.

The magic grass, learning from Wu Feng's usual appearance, slowly clicked on the mallet-like head, and then in a happy squeak, two leaves stretched out from under the head.

If people see this, it will definitely call out a humanoid monster, because the last two leaves of the magic grass are like the finishing touch when painting, making the stick with a convex place, a concave place, and a mallet-like head, which instantly becomes aura and vivid.

At this time, the black scoundrel did not conjure his eyes, and he did not look like a human, but the hands stretched out from both sides made him look like a human. If you don't have hands, you can't imitate what people look like, what people do, it's very awkward, but after having those hands, as long as you match the dance of those hands, no matter what kind of movements you make, you can make people think of people. Of course, occasionally some people think of monkeys, apes.

The black hooligan squeaked a few times excitedly, and after twisting on the giant egg for a while, he put those two hands into Wu Feng's nose in the giant egg, and kept shaking. The body on the giant egg, with each twist, there was a tremor from time to time, like a person who was laughing and his whole body trembled.

Bang, above the giant egg, a figure rushed out, with the appearance of that person, in the cave, there seemed to be two more lights suddenly, the faint starry sky, deep as the black abyss eyes are extremely deep. One by one, it was as if there was a divine light circulating in it, and a meteor flashing in its depths.

The figure that sprang out of the air was Wu Feng sleeping in the giant egg, when he saw the humanoid monster on the giant egg, he almost couldn't help but want to shoot back, fortunately, as Wu Feng came out, the two hands of the black hooligan also shrank back and swung towards Wu Feng in the air, bringing Wu Feng a strong sense of familiarity.

Wu Feng looked at the humanoid monster in the air for a moment, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and then in the blink of an eye, those eyes were replaced by a huge surprise that burst out.

"Black hooligan" Wu Feng called out a little tremblingly, and suddenly felt in his heart that he was used to having such a partner by his side. In the days when the black hooligan was in a coma, Wu Feng always felt that something important was missing around him, and now when the black hooligan appeared again, Wu Feng suddenly found that what was missing around him was the partner who lived and died with him.

Wu Feng called softly in the sea of knowledge, opened his hands, as if he wanted to hold the humanoid monster in his arms, and when the black scoundrel on the giant egg heard Wu Feng's call in the sea of knowledge, the sea of knowledge also cheered, and flew away from the giant egg in a flash, and pounced on Wu Feng.

"......Forehead" in the air, the black hooligan who opened his hands and wanted to hug the humanoid monster-like man, that knows, when the black hooligan dodged to Wu Feng's approach, it was a normal son who suddenly turned back into the magic grass, and his whole body was not thrown into Wu Feng's arms, but pounced on Wu Feng's head.

The black hooligan stuck to the top of Wu Feng's smooth head, and the leaves on it hung down one by one, wrapping Wu Feng's entire head, which was a violent rubbing, which made Wu Feng, who was holding his trembling hands and stopped in the air, suddenly have a pimple all over his body, and his heart was cold.

Wu Feng had never forgotten in his heart that for the first time, the little bit of black corrosive venom thrown out of the black leaves of the black hooligan, the sizzling sound that he remembered when he hit his own protection.