But to my surprise, why did I, although I have returned to this era, not as Mo Yan, but more as a wandering ghost, and even as if I have become their enemy?

Could it be that because of an unexpected mistake, I am out of this history, and I can never go back!

When I thought about this possibility, I felt a cold sweat even though I wasn't in human form. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, driven by curiosity, I wanted to see how the current situation would develop before making plans...... I'm afraid it won't work otherwise, I'm now sliding forward involuntarily, and I don't have the ability to change the trajectory at all, and my nerves tense as I see that the cocoon is getting closer and closer.

But when I got closer, I realized that this giant cocoon was actually surrounded by some white strips of cloth, but I don't know what power was infused in it, and this layer of cloth actually formed such a powerful barrier, protecting everyone in it.

Or maybe it's not, the strip of cloth is still a strip of cloth, and it is some kind of power that is invested in it that supports it, and exerts a powerful enchantment-like power. For I could clearly see that the surface of this cocoon was undulating, as if there was an undercurrent surging, and the source of this undercurrent was the four points that were separated from each other, and in retrospect, it was the location of the four people who sat on the ground and cast spells, led by Cong Li.

There were still intermittent whistles in the air, and they were still communicating in this way. For a moment, I remembered the doubts I had earlier about the little accessories on their people. Now that I think about it, maybe those are not accessories, but they are the magic weapons that these people rely on for their livelihood!

It's just that if their business is really just to bargain for a small advantage among the dead corpses on the battlefield, how can they use such a gorgeous formation? These people are so skillful in their actions and so tacitly coordinated, as if they had expected to experience a big danger, who are they guarding against?

I thought to myself, but I couldn't help but move to the side of the cocoon, I was not a forerunner, and some of the ghost fire had already attached itself to it and began to burn slowly. The blue flames did not give people a burning sensation, but rather made people shiver as if they were bursting with a biting chill.

At the same time, the whistle of the gourd became more and more rapid and sharp, clearly containing the meaning of an alarm. And the flickering figures in the cocoon are starting to fall apart, and I've seen this scene in the game, so it's clear that their time is running out.

What to do? I was in a hurry, and I tried everything I could think of, but to no avail, and now I understood what reality was. Ignorance, helplessness, and powerlessness are synonymous with reality.

Just when I was almost about to merge with the delicate blue flames, I suddenly felt a breeze blow through the door, and all of a sudden, it pushed me backwards for several meters, and then I found myself suspended there, not only me, but all the ghost fires around me stopped, as if looking at each other, staring at the white cocoon in a daze.

I could clearly see that white light began to glow in the cocoon, not light to be exact, but a surging energy, and the wind we felt was the air fluctuation caused by its explosion. Then, the cocoon began to expand, like a balloon, rapidly expanding several times, and finally exploded with a bang, and suddenly, the sky was covered with yellow sand rolled up by the explosion, and there were white strips of cloth flying everywhere, and several figures also rushed out of it, falling in all directions.

And most of the surrounding ghost fires were also wiped out by this impact, and the few remaining masses also became extremely weak, lingering in the air flickeringly, and there was no longer the momentum that devoured everything just now!

Luckily, I seemed to be one of the survivors myself, and I was still there, and I wasn't too far away from the blast site, so I had a chance to see everything.

At this time, in the center of the giant cocoon, there was a person standing. In addition to him, more than a dozen people, including Meng Jiang, Sang Qing, Cong Liyan and some of his brothers, were blown away by the blast. Although they didn't seem to be injured because of their respective skills, after standing still, they all looked shocked and looked at the person in the middle in shock.

And this person himself was indifferent, looking in a certain direction with burning eyes, and said loudly: "Come here, and pretend to be a ghost, don't you think it's a waste of time?" ”

"......" no one answered, but strangely, I clearly heard a person who wanted to say something and stopped.

It soon dawned on me that it was because of a person who was sighing softly, and it didn't seem to be a sigh, but a ...... With a chuckle, someone laughed softly, the voice ethereal and distant, unable to distinguish the direction.

"You...... Who the hell is it? A man spoke, but it was not an outsider, but a congregation standing a few meters away.

Who? Don't you know? This person is slender and long, young next year but his face is full of vicissitudes, he is a hooligan and slightly sour, he is a scholar and a little ruffian, and he was dressed in green clothes that he was casually pulled up because he was in a hurry, but at this time it was clear that he had recovered his level, and the hem of his clothes was gently flying with the breeze. Who is the eldest son of Mo Yan, who is not known as the head of the four sages of Hedong?!

Cong Liyan stared at him with his eyes, obviously not that his sight was blocked, he knew the identity of the other party and asked who he was, what did he mean?

Mo Yan's eyes glanced at him slightly, but he didn't answer, with a sneering smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "The opportunity is rare, if you don't come out again, I'm going to pass." But he was still speaking to someone in the distance.

"Smack!" The soft sound of palms clapping together appeared in this tense atmosphere, which stimulated my heart. The remaining ghostly fires around them also swayed as if they were frightened.

Soon, a clear sound of footsteps sounded, very slowly, very calmly, and it came from the direction that Mo Yan had been looking at.

In just a few seconds, everyone present saw a figure, a ghost, appearing from the darkness and approaching. With his appearance, the high-fives gradually intensified, and finally ended with one sentence: "Wonderful, I haven't seen anyone break my formation for many years." Although the words were praised, the tone was very flat, and the voice was unusually low, and I didn't feel the slightest approval.

"I haven't seen such a powerful formation in many years." Mo Yan said with a smile.

"I'm Arc Liang, fortunately." The person who came still said coldly.

Arc Liang, this name shocked my heart, isn't this the name of the unfathomable leader of the Hecher clan? What's more, this person is exactly the one who Ying Zheng sent Meng Jiang to come this time to ask for his soul!

I subconsciously moved my gaze to the other side, Sang Qing and Meng Jiang, who were standing on the side at this time, looking at Mo Yan and the person with a serious face.

Meng Jiang, when I saw her, I still subconsciously tugged in my heart. But when is the time for children to grow up? What I should be more concerned about at this moment is how she will cope with this sudden change and complete her mission.

Immediately after, I heard something that surprised everyone present. It was Mo Yan, who was still standing there calmly and freely in the face of a mysterious and powerful enemy.

He said, "I'm East Ion. (To be continued.) )

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