"Huh~ha~"

Don Quixote, who was wrapped in purple flames, had already recovered his ability to move, and he was also a mage of the ring, so he took a few deep breaths to ease the lack of oxygen, and then he held Char Qin's waist with both hands and gently placed her on the ground, first the space teleportation, and then the soul of the ancestors did not care about it, and the already loose pajamas were basically scattered at this time, of course, there were still underwear in the pajamas, but Don Quixote still carefully closed her pajamas, and then turned around and looked outside through the enchantment formed by the purple flames.

The battle scene outside is not as Don Quixote thought, the two sides come and go, the sky is dark, in fact, what he sees is that the whole cave is covered with purple flames, and the only thing that can be seen is the star-like spar faintly emitting purple light above the head, the three people are standing in a triangle, the soul of the ancestor has his hands behind his back, and the anger on his face seems to have dissipated, or has been hidden, after all, if your anger cannot be translated into actual action, it is meaningless。

Three people, each wrapped in three colors of shields, the purple flame outside the soul of the ancestor, roared a few times from time to time, a guy who looked like an ascetic on the opposite side, his body was surrounded by a circle of golden light, from this enchantment wrapped in purple flame from time to time sporadic flames spewed out of this golden light, directly dissipated, as for the other, the black-clothed man who was tightly enclosed, his body was surrounded by a circle of pale green light, when the flame touched him, it did not dissipate, but directly through the body, as if he was just a phantom, seeing the familiar green light, don't think about it, Don Quixote naturally knew that this was the "Lantes" who died in his hands once.

After seeing that Don Quixote was able to move, the Ancestral Soul said lightly, "Did you bring food in your spatial ring?"

"Huh?" Don Quixote was stunned, but nodded anyway, "Bring it, it's enough to eat for a long time." ”

"That's good, the two guys on the other side, one has the same strength as me, and the other has a secondary artifact body, although I am locked in my small world, but I am not bound by the rules of my small world, for a while, none of us can help anyone, this battle is estimated to be out of a long time, but," the soul of the ancestor smiled slightly, he said this to Don Quixote, but also to the two people opposite," The secondary artifact can't be used indefinitely, but I don't know how long it will last, so you'll be prepared to eat and live here for a while, and I'm going to drag one to death before dealing with another guy who doesn't look human. ”

"But, senior," Don Quixote didn't care about this, he couldn't be happy to kill that "Lantes", "Your descendant, Prince Qin is also here, this barrier is so big, where are we going to go to the toilet?"

"Ha," Don Quixote's voice fell, and before the soul of the ancestor could say anything, the bald head with a golden glow smiled all over his body, "Your Excellency's thinking is different from ordinary people, but it reminds the poor monk of an old friend."

Poor monk, normally speaking, if Don Quixote hears these two words, he will definitely be shocked, because only the earth will have these two words, in other words, the bald head on the other side is actually a monk, maybe he has also crossed over like him.

But the problem is, first of all, although this bald monk did just come from the earth, but it can also be said to come from a parallel space very similar to the earth, and that space has a very loud name, called Honghuang.

This bald monk, in fact, is the palm of the hand, is a magic weapon from the Tang Dynasty in the desolate world, because of all kinds of accidents also crossed into the world of Feilun, so it is conceivable that the Li Tang Dynasty did not speak Mandarin, and today's Chinese Mandarin is actually a dialect based on the northern dialect to be transformed.

The situation of the Li Tang Dynasty at that time was like today's Feron world, basically one language in one place, and it was very laborious to communicate, this bald monk was okay, he spoke Yayan, which was the official language of the Tang Dynasty, which can also be called the lingua franca.

But Don Quixote still couldn't understand it, especially if this monk added some pronunciation skills in Char's language, it was even more inaudible, so in fact, Don Quixote didn't understand what this monk said at all, he only roughly guessed the meaning, that is, your surname is very similar to a friend of mine.

Hearing this, Don Quixote shrugged his shoulders and talked nonsense with the enemy, he had no interest in this, Then his eyes were on Huey Haile's body, but because of the barrier of the Ziyan barrier, the guy on the other side couldn't see the specific appearance of the person inside at all, and because Don Quixote had changed his body, even if he could see it clearly, he couldn't recognize Don Quixote, so what he saw was a man standing next to the barrier, and a disheveled woman lying on the ground, when he knew through Don Quixote's voice that it was not very clear because of the barrier of the barrier, there was a hint of banter in his eyes.

If you have to interpret this joke, it's probably Xiu Yi's brain made up the scene at the time, maybe this man and the female prince just finished doing what they loved, and they were seen by the soul of the ancestor who rushed in, maybe the angry and confused soul of the ancestor found that he was imprisoned when he mentioned the two of them, after all, he was the descendant of the strongest, and it was understandable that he had some hole cards, and he didn't have time to throw away the two people in his hand after breaking the spell, so he brought them over together.

Of course, he didn't have much interest in the royal family's surname, and then he turned his attention back to the soul of the ancestors, Don Quixote didn't feel anything about being ignored, he was not a hot-blooded boy, the enemy looked at him with contempt, and he exploded and roared I want to trample you under your feet or something.

To be honest, the battle at this level has nothing to do with him, and he also learned why he was brought here in the communication spell with the Ancestral Soul just now, so supporting the Ancestral Soul at a critical time is the only thing he can do.

Thinking of this, he turned around and returned to Char Qin's side, took out a wide robe from the space ring, folded it into a pillow shape, and placed it under Char Qin's head, and then took out two more pieces, one pounced under him, and the other covered her body, this cold altar would be very harmful to the body if it was lying for a long time, Don Quixote himself sat on the ground, and by the way, he took out a book and a bag of Kyle's fried cooked wheat from the space ring, accompanied by the sound of squeaking and chewing wheat grains, and looked at the book with relish.

The atmosphere calmed down like this, there didn't seem to be a sense of tension on either side, Huey Hale wrapped his hands around him, floating there quietly, the cloak behind him was windless, and the whole person looked like a general in Street Fighter, of course, he didn't have the size of a general, in fact, Huey's body was very thin, maybe a little thinner than Don Quixote.

As for the instrument spirit from the desolate world, he learned Don Quixote, and he also sat on the ground, with his heart facing the sky, as if the purple flame on the ground did not exist, and his slightly moving lips proved that he was reciting some scripture silently, and of course, the occasional sound of chewing beans from behind the soul of the ancestors-

"You don't care if your companion lives or dies?" Suddenly, the cave that had been silent for a while remembered the slightly sarcastic words of the Ancestral Soul, obviously he said this to the bald monk who was almost the same as his own strength, but did not do anything at all, and he also knew that the soldier, attacking the heart first, even if his provocation failed, there was no loss.

At this time, the bald head sitting on the ground finally stopped moving his lips, and the monk slowly opened his eyes, with a hint of a smile in his eyes, "He created you, gave you a surname, made you conservative and calm, and guarded the country for him, but he unknowingly passed on one of his bad problems to you," Naturally, the bald monk was referring to Char's founding emperor, and he was obviously another person who crossed over from the flood with the Buddha country in his palm.

The Ancestral Soul narrowed his eyes slightly, and his expression became extremely serious, from this sentence, he heard a message, that is, the opposite side of the seemingly young golden bald head, who knew Char's founding king, and was also his father, was not generally familiar, otherwise he would not use that tone to evaluate himself.

Therefore, Rao is ancestral soul couldn't help but ask, "Do you know my father?"

"Ha, it's not just acquaintance," the bald monk laughed a few times, and slowly raised his head to look at the soul of the ancestor, "I am an old acquaintance with him, you are the same as him, you are too confident, the simplest delay time, you have not noticed, or rather, you are too confident and don't care about these things"

As soon as the bald voice fell, the purple flames in the cave began to give birth to flowers with golden light, this flower seemed to be not afraid of the burning of the flames at all, the ground, the wall, and the top wall were full of these golden flowers, and the golden light emitted by these flowers was connected together, forming a golden egg that was not so regular, and the purple fire outside was still there, so the whole scene looked like a transparent golden egg burning with a raging purple flame.

Then a wave far surpassed the soul of the ancestors, and exuded a powerful, serene, but gave people an irresistible power fluctuation in this cave, this fluctuation was absorbed when it touched the golden dome, stored in the flowers one by one, and then passed to the purple flame through the rhizome of the flower, becoming the nourishment of this purple flame, making the purple flame that lost the control of the ancestral soul burn more vigorously.

"Squeak~" The bald monk shook his neck again, making a crisp bone friction sound, "Your father is like that, too confident, self-righteous, never listens to advice, thinks he can defeat the true god, so he died, if he can be like me, carefully hide his strength, not so ostentatious, maybe he will become stronger today, however, I still have to thank your father for passing on the true fire of crape myrtle to you, without it, I really wouldn't dare to use more power." ”

As he spoke, he raised his severed hand that generated this body, and with a fierce wave of the ancestor's soul, a huge phantom palm fell from the sky, holding the ancestor's soul below, even if the ancestor's soul was in a soul state, it was also pressed underneath and couldn't move.

The bald monk withdrew his hand, folded his hands, and turned his head to look at Xiuyi, "According to the agreement, I have fulfilled my promise and controlled the soul of the ancestors, but the matter of destroying with my own hands will be handed over to you."

"Okay," Xiu Yi nodded, since this place has been transformed from the small world of the Ancestral Soul to the small world of the bald monk, Zi Yan can no longer hurt Xiu Yi Haier, and if he wants to attack others, he must revoke the realm of another dimension, so Xiu Yi Haier, who walked in front of the ancestral soul natal jade scales at this moment, has no defense at all.

Xiu Haile raised his hand slightly, a silver light flashed, and a simple long sword appeared in his hand, this should be an illusory weapon condensed by some kind of power, obviously he wanted to understand this scale more quickly, so there was no nonsense, he raised the long sword and stabbed down.

However, at this time, the soul of the ancestor who was suppressed by death suddenly showed a mocking smile, and a trace of blue light flashed on his body, naturally this blue light was Don Quixote's spiritual energy, and the phantom giant hand that pressed on the soul of the ancestor collapsed in an instant, and the small world about the size of an altar centered on the ancestor was fought for back, and it was controlled by the soul of the ancestor from the new.

At the same time, a bright yellow spell erupted from the ancestral soul's natal jade scales, and at a distance of almost less than half a meter, it was at a speed that had surpassed the human reaction countless times, and it was no surprise that this charm was directly attached to the forehead of Xiu Yi, who had already raised his long sword.

This soul-calming talisman that gathers almost all of Don Quixote's psionic energy has already touched the rules of the realm, and because of the special surname of Don Quixote's psionic energy and the complexity of this talisman, even if the strength of Xiu Yi at this moment has far exceeded that of the Rantes in Britain at that time, there is still no accident, and his psionic energy flow is directly frozen, and the whole person is fixed there.

Whew~ Countless Ziyan burst out from the altar that was once again under the control of the ancestral soul, shooting straight at Xiu Yi Haier like countless poisonous snakes, Zi Yan's special ability caused it to burn violently after it came into contact with Xiu Yi's body, so his whole person looked like a stuntman wrapped in fire in a third-rate movie on Earth

(To be continued)