Feng Beiyue naturally didn't understand what he was talking about, the things in the primeval period were too far away, Feng Beiyue knew too little, and basically didn't hear what kind of existence the primeval period was.

Bai Tuanzi knew that she must have a lot of questions, looked at her and shook his head, and said; "It's too far away from you, and it's no good to tell you, you still don't know! Although I have lived for tens of thousands of years, I still can't touch it from that period, and these are all known from my inheritance memories. ”

"Hmm!" Feng Beiyue nodded, indeed, even if she knew about things that were so far away, it wouldn't be of much use, and the most important thing now was how to get out, so she looked at Bai Tuanzi with a solemn expression and asked, "Is there any way to get out here!" ”

Due to the closure of the space, Feng Beiyue felt that she was starting to be a little hypoxic, if she didn't get out here quickly, she would either be forced to enter the space and leak the Qiankun Bracelet, or she would be suffocated to death!

Therefore, Feng Beiyue's biggest concern now is to find a way to get out quickly.

Bai Tuanzi was also a little embarrassed, it only talked about the ancient period when the Dark Temple was finally destroyed by the creation god himself, and there was no way to break this demon spirit hoop, Bai Tuanzi was a little entangled in his heart.

"The Demon Spirit Hoop belongs to the dark thing, if you want to break it, you must have the purest and most yang thing to dissolve, now you have the divine fire, the supreme yang thing has it, but this purest thing-" Bai Tuanzi tangled his eyebrows and analyzed at Feng Beiyue, but now it is the same purest thing, what is this purest thing? "What could it be? What is it—"

"Chirp! Chirp chirp! "A certain little bun who had just woken up, rubbing his misty eyes, suddenly found himself in a small space, and was a little dumbfounded, and a certain beast that was racking his brains to think, heard its cry, his eyes suddenly lit up, and suddenly looked at it-

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"Oops! How could this thing appear in the Star Continent! Ye Wuchen, who was still watching Feng Beiyue's battle just now, suddenly frowned, and said very worriedly.

A certain glass that has also survived for millions of years also saw that something was wrong, and his brows were also tightly furrowed, looking at someone who was wrapped into a dumpling in the ring and was anxious.

The hedge was directly frightened and a little dizzy, but she didn't know what the harm of this zongzi was, but she believed that nothing could be difficult for Miss, Miss would be fine!

Among the four people, who had been silent all the time, as if someone who didn't exist, but the corners of his lips were weirdly raised, and he spoke softly in a low voice that no one could hear: "Nine songs." ……”

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"Lord, that girl is in the ring right now, but her current situation is not optimistic!"

"Oh?" The handsome man was still reclining on the couch, lifting his peach blossom eyes to look at the person who came and asked, "Why?" ”

"Back to the Lord, his opponent is a strange poisoner, and now that girl is wrapped in a cocoon by the silk thread released by the poisoner, and she can't get out!"

"It's not enough for the silk cocoon to be difficult for her!" The man's beautiful eyes flashed quickly, recalling that the girl had been subjected to three magic sounds, how could she be trapped by some ordinary poisonous silk threads? Thinking like this, a smile finally appeared on Yu Wuyuan's condensed face, that girl, it was actually so good, interesting.

"Back to the Lord, that silk thread-" The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but was suddenly interrupted by Yu Wuyuan waving his hand, and said in a cold voice: "The owner of this building knows everything!" Stand down! ”

The middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat in the summer, and wanted to say that it was not an ordinary silk thread, but looking at the appearance of the master, the middle-aged man still chose to retreat obediently.

Rather than being scolded now, it is better to be scolded in the future, the man thought so, and strode away.

When the man walked away, the man on the couch narrowed his eyes and disappeared in place with a wave of his hand.