"Ancestor, didn't you say that you participated in the Ancient War?

In the spatial turbulence of the Chaos Land, Wu Chi couldn't help but be a little crazy.

There are too many shattered small worlds here, even if he now has the ability to easily travel through the void, it is equally difficult to find the original small world in such a chaotic environment.

In desperation, Wu Chi had no choice but to ask for help from the Ancient Dark Dragon again.

According to the Ancient Dragon, it was injured in the Ancient War, so I think it should have some memories of the Land of Chaos, right?

"Don't be kidding, when the Ancestor was involved, the Ancient War hadn't really started at all, otherwise where would he have escaped back to the Stygian Abyss. Snorting angrily, the Ancient Stygian Dragon replied stupidly, "The Land of Chaos, although the Ancestor was here at the beginning, but now it has been shattered into this, who still recognizes?"

Participated in the Ancient War, which in itself is the saying that the Immortal Dragon Ancestor put gold on his face, and now that Wu Chi has really returned to the Land of Chaos, where can it hold on.

At the mention of this, the Ancient Dark Dragon was a little weak-hearted, and then added, "Since you can get the Shadow Divine Sword, if you want to come to the small world you are in, it must be in the center of the Chaos Land, and if you find a way to find it in the most central position, it should still be easy to find, right?"

The most central position, this is easy to say, but in fact, it is equivalent to saying nothing at all.

Shaking his head, Wu Chi also completely gave up the idea of finding out the news from the Ancient Dark Dragon, pondered slightly, and immediately fell towards the nearest small world.

According to what Dao Ancestor said, now that the seal of the Chaos Land has been loosened, there may be inheritances left everywhere, and no matter where you go, it is actually possible to get some clues.

Wu Chi wanted to return to the original small world, but the purpose of his return to the Land of Chaos this time was not just to go back.

The most important thing is that Wu Chi naturally remembered the Dark Hell Realm!

At the beginning, the Dark Hell Realm was connected to many small world passages, and it would be much easier to return to the Dark Hell Realm through the small world, and then return to the original small world.

With Wu Chi's current strength, it is naturally not the slightest difficulty to break through the spatial barrier of the small world, but in an instant, Wu Chi has stepped into this small world.

"Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, outside the building, when will the West Lake sing and dance!"

Boating on the West Lake, the middle-aged scribe shook a folding fan in his hand, shaking his head and chanting.

said that it was a boat, but it was actually a flower boat, but now this flower boat has been chartered by a middle-aged scribe.

"Sir is so Yaxing, it's just such a beautiful day, if you just sit on the bow of the boat like this, wouldn't you live up to the good time?"

While speaking, a woman in a white mink coat walked over with a smile, grabbed the middle-aged arm, and said softly.

"Haha, with the moonlight as a companion and Miss Chanjuan as a companion, how can you be regarded as living up to the time? Come, fetch wine for me. ”

With a smile, the middle-aged man commanded casually.

"How can the wine of ordinary people be worthy of the identity of Mr. Zheng in the outer building, I have a thousand years of blood brew here, please drink with Mr. Zheng!"

Almost at the same time as the middle-aged man spoke, a figure suddenly appeared on the surface of the lake, treading the waves, and in an instant, a young man in blood jumped directly onto the flower boat.

As soon as the three words "Louwailou" came out, the middle-aged scribe's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Who is my Dao, it turned out to be the mountain owner of Xiaoqingshan, Zheng is very honored. ”

Before, he was talking and laughing wantonly, looking like a scribe, but between these words, there was a sudden terrifying aura on his body, as if the entire flower boat sank slightly.

"Mr. Zheng is polite!"

Calmly sat down at the table next to him, and the blood-clothed young man took out a jar of wine from his sleeve and made a gesture of please.

After calming down slightly, the middle-aged scribe immediately sat down next to him, and directly stretched out his hand to pat the mud seal on the wine jar, and the smell of wine suddenly permeated out, "Good wine! It is indeed a thousand-year-old blood brew, even if such a fine wine is in the small green mountains, I am afraid that there are not many altars, right? ”

Wine is good wine, but the other party suddenly appears here, there must be another purpose, this wine is naturally not easy to drink.

While the two were talking, the woman was already frightened and pale, and she didn't even have the courage to escape.

She had been with this middle-aged scribe for a few days, but she never knew that this middle-aged scribe was actually a famous person from Louwailou!

Xiaoqingshan, Louwailou, I'm afraid no one in this world doesn't know these two names, because that means that there are two top sects in the world.

Mr. Zheng said with a smile, Louwailou has only recently opened the passage to the dark prison realm, it is the time of high spirits, given time, it is said that this wine, even if I let Xiaoqingshan merge into Louwailou, I am afraid that I will not dare to refuse. ”

The pupils shrank suddenly, and this time the middle-aged scribe's eyes finally showed a hint of horror, "I don't know, how do you know about this?"

With a smile, the blood-clothed young man stretched out his hand again and said calmly, "Mr. Zheng smiled, how can there be an impermeable wall in this world! ”

His eyes narrowed together, and a terrifying murderous intent suddenly rose in the middle-aged scribe's heart.

The impact of the affairs of the dark prison realm is too great, and it may even affect the future of Louwailou, and outsiders are not allowed to interfere at all! However, this news still leaked to Xiaoqingshan's side, and even Xiaoqingshan's mountain owner came to this jar of wine...... It's so expensive!

If it was possible, he naturally wanted to kill the other party on the spot, but they had been fighting with each other for many years, and they were very clear about each other's strength, and it was simply impossible to kill the other party directly.

Now that Xiao Qingshan knows about it, I'm afraid that I have to talk about it, and I have to talk about it if I don't talk about it.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged scribe said lightly, "This is not the place to speak, if the mountain lord really has a heart, why don't you go back to the outer building with me?"

"Mr. Zheng said with a smile!" Shaking his head, the blood-clothed young man said lightly, "Things haven't been discussed, so I rashly stepped into the outer building, how many lives can I have?"

After a pause, the blood-clothed young man continued, "The moonlight is good, let's be on this West Lake, drinking and chatting, wouldn't it be happy?"

"Okay...... It's just a pity for the beauty of this boat!"

With a sigh, the middle-aged scribe said casually, and while speaking, the folding fan in his hand waved slightly, and suddenly turned into a phantom, and went straight to the woman's throat!

Such a thing can't be known by any outsider at all, although it's a pity for this woman, but before such a big event, what is the calculation of a few lives?

However, at the moment when the woman closed her eyes and waited for death, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the woman, obviously without any breath fluctuations, but the full force of the middle-aged scribe seemed to fall into a void in an instant, and dissipated without a trace.