Ning Que had already vaguely remembered some of the wonderful things that happened last morning, and what happened to Xiang Kuo Changjie when he was in a coma was like a fantasy but not a dream. The strength of the cultivator is undoubtedly revealed in the small building by the lake, even if he brings three knives, it is impossible for the opponent to be the opponent, as for the encounter on the long street, it is even more dangerous, if it is not for Haotian to give him luck, he will not be able to survive at all, let alone usher in such a great opportunity.

He firmly believes that Haotian has his own intention to let himself come to this world, so he thinks that he will not die for no reason, and this belief supported him through the most difficult years when he was a child, and accompanied him through one life and death crisis after another, and in his opinion, the big black life next to Sangsang's pillow ...... It is a gift from Haotian to himself.

The big black umbrella looks very ordinary, and there is nothing peculiar about it except that it is very large.

However, in that dangerous battle yesterday morning, if it hadn't been for the fact that it had blocked the invincible flying sword at the most critical moment, and blocked Yan Suqing's sword finger that had gathered his life's cultivation, Ning Que would have died a long time ago.

The process of picking up the big black umbrella is very unremarkable, just like he picked up Sangsang.

Many years ago, Ning Que walked on the official road with a little baby girl in his arms, looking at the sky as if it was about to rain, and happened to see a black umbrella discarded by the road, so he picked it up by the way.

When the little boy's little hand held the handle of the big black umbrella very thick, there was nothing unusual in this world, the black clouds did not rain majestically, the Minshan Mountain in the distance did not shake and restless, and there were not many black smoke rising into the sky.

He was young and did not know how to be thrifty, so he was ready to throw away this black umbrella after the rainy season, because he felt that this black umbrella was too dirty, and it could not be washed in the stream, and it was too heavy.

However, what is very strange is that probably because he slept with the big black umbrella for too long, Sang Sang, who was still a thin baby, began to cry after finding that there was no big black umbrella in his arms, no matter how Ning Que coaxed, he couldn't coax it, and even the stolen sugar water had no effect, so he had no choice but to pick up the big black umbrella again.

Many encounters in the following years proved that Sang Sang's crying and Ning Que's determination were extremely wise, and in the process of hunting with the old hunter and later hunting alone, this very ordinary-looking big black umbrella gradually revealed more and more strangeness.

The greasy umbrella surface of the big black umbrella is not known what material it is made of, but it is not afraid of fire at all, not afraid of swords and swords, with this strange quality, the big black umbrella saved Ning Que and Sang Sang several times, the young master and servant, can survive in the treacherous world of the mountains and mountains, which has too much credit.

Ning Que has been with Sang Sang and this big black umbrella for many years, and has long regarded it as an extremely important partner in his life, so Sang Sang said that sentence at the gate of Chang'an City that day: "The umbrella is in the people, and the umbrella is dead." ”

In addition to not being afraid of fire, not afraid of swords and swords, the big black umbrella has many strange features, Ning Que firmly believes in this, but he has not the ability to discover it for the time being, and he needs to explore it slowly.

The battle yesterday morning, like the most dangerous battlefields in the past ten years, at the last moment of life and death, he almost instinctively gave his life to the big black umbrella behind him, and it turned out that the big black umbrella did not disappoint him, and he also discovered another secret of the big black umbrella at the same time.

Being able to make that flying sword that came and go without a trace lose all its power, and it can make a sword master condense his lifelong cultivation and not be able to break through, this has gone beyond the physical defense characteristics originally displayed by the big black umbrella, and has entered another more wonderful realm, Ning Que even faintly felt that the big black umbrella was very likely to restrain the cultivator's ability!

It can also be explained that the umbrella cloth of the black umbrella is made of some rare materials, but if his inference is correct, then what kind of reason should be used to explain this qiē?

The big black umbrella was lying quietly next to Sang Sang's slightly dark face, it couldn't speak or move, it was a lifeless dead thing, but at this time, in Ning Que's eyes, the greasy umbrella surface that was tightly bound began to gradually release a breath called mystery, that breath was a little cold, but it disappeared in an instant when you looked closely.

In the face of mysterious things, human beings instinctively feel fear, but after all, this is a world full of heaven and earth, with many magical legends, Baidu will be the night bar Ning Que itself is the party to the most mysterious events, plus since childhood and this big black umbrella accompanied, use it as a pillow to sleep, use it as a shield to get rid of life, has long become an indispensable part of his and Sangsang's life, where can there be any fear.

"You...... What the hell is it?"

The serious injury was not healed and he encountered a surprise happiness that was enough to be dizzy, and after adding a few glasses of wine, Ning Que got up early, looked at the big black umbrella and fell asleep, and subconsciously hugged Sang Sang into his arms through the thin sheet.

With a soft snap, the fan fell to the ground.

A dimly lit sun hung over the silent wasteland, the environment was as dark as the night was approaching, the temperature was low all around, and the purest and most extreme black spread from afar, and it seemed that it was about to take over the whole world.

The silence of the wasteland does not mean that there are no people, there are many people here, all kinds of people. These people did not look up at the sky, but looked at Ning Que, their eyes full of anticipation, disdain, doubt, and very complicated feelings.

Ning Que knew that he was starting to dream again. It was not the dreams of the sea that he had during meditation, but the continuation of the terrible dream of the journey, and although he knew that he was in the dream, he still felt cold, as if the eyes of these people in the wasteland, no matter what kind of feelings they contained, hid some subtle hostility.

The black gradually invaded the sky above the wasteland, and the pure night obscured half of the sky, and at that moment, a thunderous thunder was heard from the wasteland, which instantly spread throughout the world.

Many people in the wasteland were knocked to the ground by the roaring thunder, groaning in pain. The expressions on the faces of those who could still stand suddenly disappeared, and they looked up at the sky again like lifeless statues, to see where the thunder had sounded.

The holy glow instantly illuminates the entire night sky.

High in the sky, in the center and brightest position of the Holy Radiance, an incomparably huge golden gate slowly opened, and a huge golden dragon could be faintly seen indifferently poking out the dragon's head.

Thunder is the sound of the door opening.