How could Tang Ying not know that Chen Jinguang was just using a 'down-to-earth' high-sounding excuse to shirk it, the real reason was that he didn't want to drink blood, after all, using human blood to improve Taoism has always been despised by famous and decent families, and he feels that this is a cult.

Since Chen Jinguang is unwilling, Tang Ying is not difficult to be a strong man.

It's also strange to say, obviously they all used innate blood, Zhao Yunuo didn't react at all, but Tang Ying felt a burst of dizziness in front of him, his body seemed to be squeezed dry, and he was weak and weak, so he could only sit on the sofa to recover his strength.

"Are you alright?" Zhao Yunuo sat beside Tang Ying, looked Tang Ying up and down, and asked worriedly.

Tang Ying shook her head slightly: "It may be that my body has been too weak recently, just take a rest." ”

"Okay, then you have a good rest, I'll call you if there's something." Zhao Yunuo comforted Tang Ying and stopped caring about Tang Ying.

Just sitting on the sofa, I fell asleep unconsciously, only to feel that it was dark in front of me, and when I opened my eyes again, I found that the environment I was in had changed from a villa to an endless wilderness.

It turned out to be dreaming again.

Tang Ying immediately realized the problem and wanted to wake up, but her body didn't react at all, and she couldn't even lower her head, as if she was forced to watch a movie.

With the passage of time, the beautiful scenery of sunny and green grass has gradually changed. The weather became gloomy, and the clouds gathered were not a large patch, but took on a spiral, as if the end of the world, indescribably depressing. In addition, even the emerald green grass gradually turned yellow-green, and in the end, it seemed to have withered and yellowed, and it could no longer be synonymous with 'vitality'.

At the same time, the yin qi beyond Tang Ying's cognition is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, different from the colorless and tasteless yin qi, the yin qi here is like black smoke, in the blink of an eye, everything in sight has become gray, until the air is filled with ash snow like goose feathers, Tang Ying suddenly remembered, isn't this the scene when he dreamed of Jing Yan for the first time!

Almost as soon as Tang Ying thought of this, a familiar back appeared in Tang Ying's sight.

The man was dressed in a golden python robe, standing in the ashes like snow, as if he had become the only light in the whole world, so dazzling.

Even if it's just a back, it's enough to make people remember, who else can there be other people with this kind of momentum than Jingyan. The problem is that the temperament exuded by Jing Yan at this moment is incompatible with Jing Yan in Tang Ying's impression, as steady as Mount Tai, not alarmed, and even the ashes flying in the air will make a detour at the moment when they are about to touch Jing Yan.

At the same time, there were also some people walking across from Jingyan.

At first, it was a group, but when it came to the back, it became a group, there were men and women, old and young, all wearing black cloaks, and in the end, even the horizon was obscured by the black oppressive crowd, not tens of thousands, but at least a few thousand!

The distance became close enough, and Tang Ying finally saw clearly that among these people in black robes, some of them were not people at all, ranging from green faces and fangs, to red hair and bloody eyes, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, which made people shudder. The strange thing is that there are even people in the Xuanmen who are mixed in with it, there are Taoist priests with peachwood swords, and there are even mages with white spirit flags.