There are no fights, no traps, and the flying ants, which have a keen intuition of danger, disappear into thin air, as if they had never appeared. "Missing" a dozen flying ants wasn't enough to make Jusanro feel sad, he cared about the way the flying ants disconnected from the queen.

At their behalf, the Pathfinder Ants deliberately avoided the surrounding buildings, and suddenly they seemed to fall into some undetectable hole, and there was no trace of them. Judging from the reaction of the queen ant, the place where the flying ant disappeared is not too far away, and the queen ant seems to feel that she has been pricked in the head by a needle when she disconnects, and there is no major problem other than that.

Hearing this news, Jusan Lang was shocked from the bottom of his heart, because he knew that it was because of the spatial barrier and the sign that only existed when cutting off the queen's induction.

It's not terrible to have a space barrier, it's terrible to have it on all sides, if it's not that the place where Thirteen Lang is located is in the middle of the right, does it mean that the huge Kunlun Hall is divided into many parts, and each part is a space?

Sweat does not wet the clothes and the clothes are cold, and Thirteen Lang can't care about the tiredness and release his thoughts, sweeping the road he walked when he came.

"It's fine. ”

The 10,000-meter peak is not high, and the line traveled when Thirteen Lang came was not far, so naturally, he saw the figure of the Gun King and others.

but

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, Thirteen Lang's eyes were condensed, as sharp as a knife about to be unsheathed.

"That's not right!"

The spear king Blue Mountain, the six monks of the Hundred Flowers Jiang Fan were standing or sitting, their eyes all looking in the same direction, as if they were staring at someone's back.

"Lu Zhao!"

Thirteen Lang has never been so discolored, and he has been transmitting the sound for more than 100 miles through the divine thoughts, wanting to do the roar of Daigo's empowerment.

The six monks are like clay sculptures and wood carvings. The movements, expressions, and even the eyes remain the same, as if time has been frozen at a certain point. Thirteen Lang has come all the way. Mountaineering and climbing are busy non-stop, and no matter how much you underestimate it, it will be more than a day. Even if the six major cultivators are in cultivation, it is impossible for them to remain unmoved.

"Dead? no, no!"

The scene was strange and cold, and Thirteen Lang couldn't hold back the idea of rushing down the mountain, and he noticed that the direction everyone was looking at was exactly where he was leaving, which meant that what he saw was something that happened in the past

Thirteen Lang's heart sank to the bottom.

He sank his divine sense into the blood ding, trying to sense the location of the Hundred Flowers Fairy. or to judge their life or death.

The result was amazing and terrible, I didn't feel it.

After the four tripods are united, the power of induction far exceeds that of the queen ant and the flying ants, and if you can't find the Hundred Flowers Fairy, it can only mean that she and Thirteen Lang are separated by the power of space, which means that they have gone to another world, or Thirteen Lang walked out of the space where several people were and wandered alone.

"When?"

Thirteen Lang bowed his head gloomily, looking at his feet for a long time and couldn't take his eyes off, he thought to himself if this mountain peak was independent and outside the world. Why can I still see them?

There was a deathly silence all around, and no one answered his words.

"!"

When things were too bad to be worse, the screwed part of Thirteen's personality came into play, and he withdrew his gaze from the unchanging faces and scolded viciously. Turning his head, he was calm and a little mocking.

"Cassette, pause, won't you get the virus?"

The problem may or may not be with this suction mountain. Whether it was or not, Jusan Lang had no intention of leaving immediately. He rested for a while. Trying his best to calm down the agitated mood, he took out two flying ants and attached a trace of divine thought. Then he ordered them to fly back one after the other down the mountain along the way they came, and he and the queen ant watched them carefully, not letting go of even the slightest change.

Smoothly, the flying ants hurried down the hill, through the roads between several temples and flew towards the square, and at this time Jusan Lang noticed that there were six exits around the square, separated by six buildings that looked similar

Perhaps the sound only exists in the imagination, and a flying ant is gone.

"Stop!"

Thirteen Lang hurriedly stopped the other flying ant, but stopped where the previous one had disappeared, and couldn't make a sound for a while.

The disappearance came so quickly that Thirteen Lang couldn't see much with the eyes of the flying ants, but he was sure that the six monks were no longer in the square, and he didn't know where they had gone. What's even more outrageous is that at this time, he can still see the expressions of the six people, still so affectionate, still looking at himself.

"What is this, memory stop?"

Thirteen Lang's expression was distorted, and his gaze was a little hideous.

There was still no one to answer his words, and there was only a breeze whimpering, as if mocking some ant trapped in a bottle, never seeing the sky outside.

Shisanro was not an ant, so he released five more flying ants and ordered them to step back some distance from the previous one, stick to the edge of the house and fly to another intersection, and then fly together to the center of the square.

The six doors entered together, and Thirteen Lang just wanted to see and understand.

The result was the same as last time, the difference was that Thirteen Lang was prepared, and he felt that the flying ants seemed to penetrate a layer of something, and then his eyes lit up and darkened, and he disappeared.

With that moment of light, Thirteen Lang glanced around through the eyes of the flying ants, no, it should be said that he glanced at it roughly, and his expression suddenly changed greatly.

"What's that?"

Poof, Thirteen Lang fell headlong on the top of the mountain, and did not forget to laugh at himself before falling into a coma, and the danger happened at the most inadvertent time.

"If you are in a dangerous place and do not know the danger, what qualifications do you have to teach others? ”

I don't know how many years of existence has existed, and there are outstanding people from generation to generation; the so-called human mastery, does not necessarily refer to how excellent his cultivation qualifications are, and other techniques such as enlightenment, formation, derivation, and prohibition, but anyone who is proficient in exceeding ordinary people can be called masters. If it is more lenient, those who are thoughtful, strategic, or resourceful can also be called this title.

Outstanding people must be outstanding, outstanding must attract people's attention, more wonderful, or can be said to be interesting, the so-called outstanding deeds, can really be passed on for a long time is not necessarily those great achievements, but all kinds of embarrassing anecdotes. In other words, there is also gossip in the cultivation realm, which is more powerful than the mortal world. The greater the fame and the more embarrassing it is, the more deeply people remember it.

Like what. The name of the Taoist Academy is known all over the world, and the old dean and Mr. are all looking forward to it. No one knows about the overhaul. It is rumored that the old courtyard once ate noodles, and even confessed to the old man who sold noodles, and even did not hesitate to use his magic to treat him, in order to avoid a bowl of noodles. What's more coincidental is that Mr. Big also had a similar thing, the same old man who sold noodles, Mr. Big had no money on him, and the old man who sold noodles didn't know the spirit stone, so he had no choice but to mortgage his flying sword for the time being.

It's a coincidence. When Mr. Big galloped thousands of miles to get the silver taels, he was just in time for the Seven Mountains Evil Cultivator to pass by here, and found that the sword that was casually left next to the noodle stall owner.

Several evil cultivators had good eyesight, and they actually saw through the seal that Mr. Big had temporarily cast, and they suddenly became greedy. Worried about leaving clues, several evil cultivators secretly used methods to make the noodle seller's family die without a trace.

This is the origin of Mr. Big's single-handedly sword breaking through the Seven Mountains, which sounds heroic and generous, but people usually only remember the first half. Later, a shrewd businessman heard about this, and specially sent someone to invite the family of the old man who sold noodles, and said: "Betting on the sword noodles is known as a beautiful talk for a while."

Embarrassment is not necessarily a bad thing. Most of them are harmless, but some of them will have extremely bad consequences, such as the one that Thirteen Lang just experienced and created with his own hands.

Distraught and busy trying to find out the truth. Thirteen Lang lost his soul and forgot the most basic common sense: when he was divided by space. Divine thoughts can be countered by damage.

The queen ant had experienced before that more than ten flying ants were swallowed by space. The queen's head also looked like it had been pricked with a needle a dozen times. But it's too strong in this regard, and it's in good condition with no more serious consequences. Thirteen Lang is different, since the battle in the Demon Burial Cave, he has not had a good rest until now, and he has not had time to recuperate from his injuries; After being cut off seven divine senses in a row, Shisanlang was like a horse that had lost his strength, fainting and unconscious on the spot.

Diligent for a hundred years, cautious for a century, and cultivated to this level, Thirteen Lang doesn't know how many dangers he has experienced and how many strong enemies he has defeated. As a result, at the most inappropriate time and in the most inappropriate place, he let himself lose consciousness because of such a "mistake", and if the matter spreads, it may be more famous than "Betting on the Sword Face".

Fortunately, the coma didn't last long, and in Thirteen's consciousness, he seemed to see some pictures, smell some breath, hear some sounds, and see some people he wanted to see but shouldn't see at this time

He felt like he had a dream.

"Okay, are you ready?" a majestic voice sounded in his heart, and in a trance, Thirteen Lang was a little strange, thinking to himself what should I prepare?

The other voice of "Concubine" was softer, sounding a little familiar, a little hesitant, and a little pity.

"This son's mental skill is too ruthless, the role and time played by the dream bell are limited, don't miss the opportunity. A majestic voice said.

There was a silence for a while, and a gentle voice sounded again, asking, "The concubine wants to know, is it harmful to him to do this?"

There was silence again, and the majestic voice replied: "Dreaming into the divine machine, drawing the soul to the shore, if you say that there is no harm at all, do you believe it?"

The gentle voice did not speak, and Jusan Lang seemed to hear a sigh like tears splashing on a stone and shattering.

After waiting for a while, the majestic voice said: "Don't hesitate, the deity has nothing to ask for in this matter, if you are not reconciled, you can see the result with your own eyes." ”

"Don't!"

The gentle voice was a little panicked, hurriedly stopped the other party, took a deep breath and said, "Please help the concubine to cast a spell." ”

The majestic voice seemed to be observing, and then said: "The magic wheel turns nine times, unless the deity can break through the extreme nirvana and cultivate to great freedom, there is no way to recover it, can you think clearly?"

A gentle voice said: "The concubine only wants to know, after the soul is pulled, can the method of Tongxin succeed?"

Let's make a small title, the design of this fantasy is inspired by a series of movies labeled: science fiction, horror, thriller, and suspense, with a total of six parts and a prequel.

Other hints are not easy to add, according to the description of the fantasy that will be revealed in the next chapter, who can guess the title of the movie?

(To be continued......)