Looking around the room, the dark room was closed and relatively empty, except for a very large metal equipment box in the middle of the room, and many water pipes that could be seen outside the room were connected to the metal equipment box. There is a red button on the box and some electronic meters for measuring and calculating data.

Wu Ming didn't have time to get to the bottom of this place, but a feeling of palpitations arose, and his intuition told him that there was danger!

Turn off the lights and look out through the crack in this door.

At the main gate where there was only some light in this factory, the shadow of a person gradually appeared, Wu Ming's heart jumped, and a bad premonition came to his heart, at this point in time, he could come to this factory that had long been abandoned, and it was estimated that there was only the murderer who came to find him. But how did he find here, Wu Ming looked at it with apprehension and a hint of luck, hoping that the person who came was not Jack.

However, when the owner of the shadow was completely standing at the main entrance. Wu Ming's heart was full of despair, it was Old Jack, this murderous demon with an eternal smile.

Old Jack had a bloody chainsaw in his hand, and if you just look at his smiling face, it seems that he is not killing with a chainsaw at this moment, but visiting a friend with a gift.

Wu Ming couldn't help but shudder.

In the blink of an eye, Old Jack had blended into the darkness here, Old Jack seemed to know that Wu Ming was here, like a cat playing with a mouse, and took a few steps to take the side of the chainsaw and gently tapped the water pipe next to him, and although the sound of "bell, bell" exposed Jack's location, it was not pleasant to listen to Wu Ming's ears, as if every blow of the chainsaw was not on the water pipe, but on his heart.

What made Wu Ming even more uncomfortable was that although the place where the sound came out kept changing, on the whole, it seemed to be slowly approaching!

As the distance from which the voice came out became closer and closer, and the voice sounded louder and louder, Wu Ming's heart became more and more restless. When the sound stopped when it reached the door, Wu Ming had long since dared not to investigate the situation outside, and his heart was almost broken, and he could only hope that Old Jack would not notice this dark room.

Quietly, through the door, Wu Ming seemed to be able to hear the breathing of the murderous demon.

After a short time, Old Jack didn't seem to find this dark room, and continued to knock on the water pipe and left, listening to the footsteps of Old Jack and the sound of knocking on the water pipe, Wu Ming breathed a long sigh of relief, and his eyes poked out along the crack in the door again, and this probe almost made Wu Ming so frightened that the blood in his body stopped flowing.

Through the crack in the door, Wu Ming saw another person's eyeballs!

It's Old Jack!

Wu Ming hurriedly wanted to push and lock the safety lock of the door, but a fast-turning chainsaw suddenly cut into the crack of the door, and the little thumb of Wu Ming's hand on the lock was sawed off.

The lock is broken and the door is open.

Old Jack smiled kindly, his gaze as if an elder looked at his junior, full of love.

Wu Ming covered his severed finger with a pale face, blood gurgled out from the fracture, looking at the murderer approaching step by step in front of him, Wu Ming retreated to the side of the metal box, his expression became dead, he closed his eyes and leaned against the side of the metal equipment box, and his body was just leaning on the red button of the metal box.

Old Jack raised the chainsaw in the air, and the screech of sawsaws turning at high speed was heard in the quiet factory.

In the distance, the night was still so quiet, and the distant Big Ben rang the quaint bell......

In a dizzy dream...... The memories of the experience are played back like film cut out from a movie tape.

"Tick", Wu Ming heard the frightened sound of the chainsaw.

"Tick", Old Jack's blood-spattered face still seemed to linger in front of him.

"Tick", the terrifying eyeballs almost suffocated Wu Ming.

Through the sound of chainsaws and the figure of Old Jack, a black feather slowly floated across Wu Ming's eyes, how could there be this feather in his memory? Wu Ming's gaze followed the feather and condensed at the door of the secret room behind Old Jack, and a girl in a black gothic loli dress stood there, her eyes slightly closed, as if thinking about something.

Wait! Is there such a girl in your memory?

In this film-like memory, Old Jack's movements seem to be frozen there, everything in the world seems to be still, and the girl slowly opens her eyes.

In an instant, Wu Ming saw many strange things in the girl's eyes, the blood-colored moon, the black Big Ben, these things that should not have appeared in Wu Ming's memory. When the girl's eyes were completely facing Wu Ming, Wu Ming's vision suddenly became blurred, and her eyes were blank!

In my ears, I seemed to hear the melodious voice of a girl in the sky, and the voice repeatedly whispered, "Pandora, Pandora......", although the faint voice was very weak, but it was very clear.

When the weak girl's voice slowly disappeared, Wu Ming clearly heard a very nice voice and whispered in his ear, "Welcome to my world." ”

When the girl's words fell on the word "world", Wu Ming's mind was filled with countless different images that flashed quickly, "Douqi", "Crystal", "Alchemy", "Formation", "Dragon", ...... After this dream, Wu Ming learned countless words of the new world.

After only a moment, the picture closed, and what Wu Ming didn't know was that he had unconsciously learned the language of the new world.

In 1348, in the middle of a remote forest, a towering mountain stood in the middle of the sky.

A graceful and luxurious man in a red robe stood high on the top of the mountain, closing his eyes and feeling the way of heaven and earth.

At this moment, he seemed to be one with the sky, the earth and the mountain, just like an ancient tree that grew naturally on the mountain, but if you looked closely, it was not difficult to find a faint dragon-like white mist surrounding him.

"You're here after all," the red-robed man glanced indifferently at the space in front of him, a trace of ripples flashed in the space, and a purple-clothed man walked out of the void space in one step, walking in the air but walking on the ground, "Haha, yes, yes, I haven't seen you for a hundred years, old friend, you are still as energetic as before, and you see that your dragon fighting spirit has also increased more and more." ”

"Don't talk about it, Changhong. Anyway, you are a second-grade god fire guard, and you don't feel at ease to sit on top of the temple to eat the imperial court, what are you doing in my wilderness?" The red-robed man asked indifferently, although he seemed to be asking a question, but looking at his clear face, he obviously already knew the answer.

"Tsk, Tan Qiu Dao, you and I have known each other for a long time, can't we catch up with the past? I've been waiting for you to invite me to a drink, but I've been waiting for more than a hundred years. ”

Tan Qiudao sneered and was silent.

Changhong was slightly embarrassed, "I can't hide it, I did have something to ask for here, I want to borrow something from you." ”

"Borrow?" Tan Qiudao's face was full of disdain, "If the thing is not in my hands, but someone else, I am afraid that you will grab it directly, if you want the Divine Furnace Ding, you will ask my sword first." ”

Tan Qiu said, "Changhong was not angry, but his expression also became indifferent, "I respect you as a generation of sword saints, and I am already quite polite to you, is it true that I really think that our Shenhuo Gate will be afraid that your sword pavilion will not succeed, if you really don't know each other, then I can only offend." ”

"No need to talk nonsense, just fight. Tan Qiudao didn't make a move, but the dragon qi on his body skyrocketed to a height of three zhang, and the Ling Yan sword intent carried by the dragon fighting qi also became more and more enhanced, and he groaned and rushed towards Changhong.

"Break," Changhong said lightly. As soon as the words fell, the trend of the white dragon pounced was contained two feet in front of Changhong, and there seemed to be an invisible hand pinching the white dragon's neck, and as soon as the invisible hand was forced, the white dragon's weak and illusory form collapsed like a bubble.

Changhong just broke a move, but the sword of the sword saint Tan Qiu Dao had already been unsheathed with a "bang", flying out like a streamer, and the tip of the sword was like a snake spitting out a letter, revealing a little cold star, and the power of the cold star rose when he saw the wind, and suddenly drew a sword ray of several zhang in the air!

"Good time!"

With a flip of his palm, a dagger with a mysterious luster appeared in Changhong's hand.

The dagger was crushed, with the dagger as the center, the space in the circle collapsed in an instant, turning into a black hole of nothingness, and the surrounding space seemed to fill this black hole, and they rushed over, suddenly forming a huge whirlpool, and the powerful suction force sucked all the sword rays into it.

Changhong's face was pale, shattering the natal divine weapon, with the big move he used, how could it be so easy to crack?

In order not to suck people in, Tan Qiudao immediately stopped rushing forward and plunged his sword deep into the ground to stabilize his body, because he knew that once he was sucked in, even the fine iron would be crushed, not to mention his own mortal body.