The leader of the Spirit Beast Guild bowed over and pulled out a staff from his body, looking extremely weird and terrifying as if he had been injected with some kind of medicine.

He raised his stick and shouted some incantations under the sky, which were the ancient gospels that no one could understand.

Even though the red phoenix had already been a little prepared, she was still a little stunned, she looked not far away, her eyebrows tightly locked.

I never thought that at this time, an uninvited guest would break in, and he still came towards the empty city.

Red Phoenix's eyes were extremely unfriendly, calm with a little irritability, and said leisurely, "The master has never ordered to start a war with you, so you should stay here obediently and don't act rashly, even if it's a good thing like you, I Red Phoenix doesn't bother to do it." ”

"Why should I listen to you, the flaminish bird, besides, I came here with the intention of turning you into a doll too, so that your master will be grief-stricken."

The old man's temper was extremely stinky, and he didn't take the spirit beast in front of him in his eyes at all.

He raised the staff in his hand and recited a mantra in his mouth.

"What a strange old man, long gas! ~”

The red phoenix's eyes showed a sense of malice, and she looked not far away, her heart full of danger.

Subconsciously glanced at the side room, but still didn't feel any dynamics about the owner, and now this situation can only be delayed.

"If you have the ability, you will come and provoke me."

In the empty city, both of them had just landed in an open place.

Lan Qi was sitting on the stone bench, looking at the yellow sand waves in a daze, the hustle and bustle of the outside world made him unable to gather his spirit.

The wind poured into his ears, and a stream of soul power pierced through the cracks, shooting right on his arm.

Lan Qi covered his arms, his expression gloomy, as if he had been disturbed by something, his mental state was a little broken, and his divine consciousness began to fall into chaos.

In the illusion, it was as if he saw his own mother.

She was beckoning to herself, it was her tenth birthday, and she had received gifts from many ministers.

It was a great time.

"Mother, why are you here?"

Lan Qi shook his body, and there was a hint of anxiety in his expression.

He kept slapping his head, and strands of blue hair fell from his shoulders and fell to the ground.

The green silk overflowed little by little with discomfort and pain, which made him feel depressed in his heart.

"No, it's not a mother, it's just some enchanting fantasy!"

He began to pound on his temples, and a red sun shone on the desert, and a huge figure of a cactus stood there.

At this time, Beilan Laiye found the man in the blue shirt, and said with dark eyes.

"Lan Qi, what are you muttering there?"

"This king doesn't, don't talk nonsense!" Lan Qi denied it, and his eyebrows relaxed when he heard the voice.

"Cut, don't ask, don't ask!"

Beilan Laiye was extremely reluctant to speak to the man in front of him, his makeup was messy by the wind, and his demeanor was reversed.

Trying to get close to the man, but the guy pushed himself away mercilessly.

There was a hint of irritability and coldness in his voice, as if he could turn everything into a pile of sand particles at this time.

She said leisurely: "Lan Qi, do you have a problem with your brain, can you name your mother in such a large desert?" ”