Bitter Sea Tower, third floor.

"Ah...... Ah!!!h

The intense pain continued. With the light that fills the sky and the sky, there is a heavy, oppressive special sound, in this world, roaring. In the voice, there is no trace of emotion, giving people a feeling of loneliness and sadness.

Lu Qitian's black clothes, as if they had been burned, began to melt slowly. Visible as it melted, the rotting flesh and the dark purple color of the surface.

"Boom ......"

The frost appeared, and the loess on the ground became crumbling, and the cracked ground could no longer support his body. When the earth collapsed, his body naturally fell.

Is that what Molu? It's really cold......

The only remaining consciousness supported his brain, and at the next moment, Lu Qitian reluctantly opened his eyes and looked up, and said sluggishly: "I'm sorry, I can't complete your request!"

The cold wind washed away the flesh covered with blood. In the endless fall, the surroundings are so empty.

Time passed minute by minute, and the feeling of pain lifted his spirit, and over time, the pain seemed to be less painful, in exchange for a mishaze, the kind of incomprehension of life.

At this moment, a bright light chased down from above, and the target was Lu Qitian.

......

"Ding-dong-"

The silver-white hooks made a crisp collision sound, and at this time they looked as if they were absorbing each other's breath, repeating and repeating, reversing and reversing. In the dark, there is nothing but black. There is a pool of water, and its color is pitch black.

On a large black rock lay a young man with jet-black hair and obsidian-like eyes. It was Lu Qitian who was poisoned.

"Whirring ......"

The tip of the big stone suddenly made a sound of rapid breathing, a little panicked, and a little unstable.

There, there are countless iron chains, some up, some down, some horizontal, and this kind of iron chain is very thick, and it is also engraved with small words, the font is obscure and looks very ancient and mysterious.

At the end of the chain, there was a man. His body is powerful and his breath is strong, and he doesn't look like a tied person at all.

Jiang Qian looked at Lu Qitian in front of him and muttered to himself: "The price ...... The price of awakening the ancient artifact is too great, but if you forget it in order to get out, what is it?

In the Xuannan Dynasty, the rarest thing was often not treasures, but half-demons! Not only Xuannan, but even Jiu Yu was no different. ”

After all, the center of Jiang Qian's body, or the heart, exudes a frightening purple, and the "Ka Ka ......" is faintly in the heart, as if a square piece of wood has appeared, and the wood is spinning, and in it, it makes a strange sound.

Time is long, and in a blink of an eye, it is the story after a pillar of incense......

At this time, the wood in the heart has become a stone tablet. There is ancient handwriting on it, and if there are some people who are in the Tao, they will definitely be shocked when they see it, because this is a stone tablet about an old thing.

Jiang Qian closed his teeth tightly and shouted loudly: "Come out for me." ”

Several air currents, after which chaos erupted, forming an opposing scene with the stone monument.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Collisions, after countless collisions, the stele was somewhat dimmed. Then, Jiang Qian removed the stele from his heart.

When Jiang Qian looked at the stone tablet suspended in the sky, he was also out of breath, and the sweat on his head was enough to prove that he was extremely weak at this moment.

Jiang Qian said slowly: "Its real name is not a dead study, but a forbidden exercise that is known as one of the lists!"

The next moment, the stele moved, and it rushed towards Lu Qitian, who was lying on the stone.

After the stele approached, it circled around Lu Qitian's body several times. Then he drilled into Lu Qitian's forehead, leaving a trace, which was not big or small, and the original scar was no different, the difference was that it was a flower, the unknown one.

Jiang Qian shouted: "Get up!"

After this shout, around the big stone, a beautiful blood-colored pattern appeared, the lines of the pattern, staggered into a circle, and four characters were engraved on it, which did not seem to be the font of the human race.

Jiang Qian's face was serious, because he understood that this step was very critical and very important.

The stele is a heritage, but this magic circle can be said to cure and dissolve poison.

"When ......"

But at this moment, those silver-white bends hooked. The closed world should have no normal elements, but just after the hook, there was a wind blowing here, and these winds were not invisible, because it shimmered in the darkness of the bottomless, it was a striking blood red, when the two colors blended. Red is invincible and unstoppable, like a cold-blooded general who has not slowed down his pace.

"Damn !!"

The font engraved on the iron chain that bound Jiang Qian's whole body suddenly lit up, and in an instant, a sea of golden light surged in that corner.

Jiang Qian's right hand clenched at that moment: "Magic Weapon, Blood Returns to Pu ......"

......

Jersey City, at the gates of the city.

In the endless queue of people, there is a big fat man with a simple and white face, he is wearing luxurious clothes and a round of gold rings around his neck, he is an out-and-out tyrant in reality.

"Goo-Goo......

He touched his elastic belly and was annoyed: "I only ate it at noon, and I'm hungry again, it's really annoying!"

"Tang Yun, at this time, you can't drop the chain because of your appetite! Don't forget, what you promised us the day before yesterday, go to the Shouzi Pavilion to shoot the spirit treasure. ”

A hand suddenly appeared behind him and slapped Tang Yun's shoulder, making him tremble and smile deliberately: "You all don't worry! My uncle has already been with me for a long time, no problem." The young men in the back smiled, their mouths moved without making a sound, and the corners of their mouths inadvertently showed a playful look.

It turns out that Tang Yun and them are not friends. Although Tang is very rich, the one thing he lacks has always become a scar on his childhood.

That happened the other day. That day, Tang Yun sat on the playing pavilion, sighing and breathing, that is, at that time, those people appeared.

Their purpose is somewhat monotonous and obvious, that is, for the sake of the first thing in the Pavilion. With Tang Yun, the price to be asked for, although it is not much. But even a discerning person can see this, but Tang Yu still agreed.

Because he's so lonely. For him who is still a little young, the difficulty of wanting to endure it has increased significantly, not everyone can do it to the extent that they are not social, but they can also be very happy, if they can really do it, then this should be said to be a kind of talent.

Queuing up to enter the city, on the one hand, is to charge, and on the other hand, it is to prevent the sudden occurrence of major events.