I can't describe the fury of the little white dragon at this time.

The silver spear in his hand repeated the same action at high speed, and when the speed was too terrifying, the spear seemed to freeze in the altar, but in fact it stabbed countless times in every instant.

The shaking of the whole basin became more and more violent, and the chasm tore the earth apart, and the basin collapsed again, and I don't know if it was going to fall into the ground.

The wild look on the top of the mountain watching this scene became serious.

The invisible barrier that protected the altar was a space divine weapon given by the Dragon Emperor of the Demon God Temple, although visually it seemed that the little white dragon and the mirage were just facing each other, but the existence of this barrier was equivalent to a difference of 100,000 miles.

The little white dragon's violent attack was captured by the 100,000-mile spatial rift, obviously causing any damage to the mirage.

But such an astonishing power made the mirage afraid.

The remnant soul of the mirage does not have a subjective consciousness, only some deep-rooted subconscious, such as pride, such as conceit, and naturally has the attribute of timidity.

The mirage was timid, he seemed to be afraid that the little white dragon would really pierce this spatial barrier and kill him, and at the moment of his timidity, naturally, everyone's illusion changed drastically.

............

Xiao Lin Fan ate two big steamed buns in the backyard and poured a stomach full of cold water.

The eldest aunt died because of him, and he was now ready to bury the eldest aunt, although he didn't know if he would be killed by those strange creatures, but he was going to do it.

It's just that after stepping out of the kitchen, the world in front of me has changed a little.

A black crack appeared in the sky not far away, this was not the Tianyan he was familiar with, not the sky mouth that the villagers were familiar with.

After this gap appeared, Lin Fan's small body trembled slightly.

Some memories came back to his body, but they were all too foreign to him. The most lingering thing is a girl's face.

Xiao Lin Fan didn't know why, why this hallucination appeared, his body involuntarily half knelt down, and his whole body began to disobey him.

And then that face kept appearing in front of her eyes.

Xiao Lin Fan was full of strangeness at first, but after a few more glances, he found that it seemed familiar.

Then he felt some heat in his hands, and remembered that a girl had pulled him up in front of the carriage. Resisted.

At this time, the rift in the sky had expanded larger and larger, and this spatial rift appeared in more places.

There was a black gap like this in front of Xiao Lin Fan's eyes, he wanted to raise his hand, but he couldn't do it anyway, he could only continue to kneel in the soil in pain, looking at these black gaps densely covering the world in front of him.

The house cracked, the sky cracked, the land cracked. Knowing that he found himself cracked too.

Where the cracks were his hands, the black solidification of his flesh and blood, expanding continuously, as if it could devour him in the next moment.

And because of these blacknesses, Xiao Lin Fan's body is actually growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body has also undergone earth-shaking changes, and a large number of memories have poured in to make him have a headache.

At this time, Lin Fan finally knew that the world in front of him was just illusory, and everything was fake.

When he returned to his usual appearance, he was a little angry. He drew the Blue Edge Sword that had appeared at his back more than once.

............

The Wang family's mansion is the best mansion in the Lonely Smoke City.

Ye Ningshuang was sent into the mansion by her father Ye Cheng, and it was not the hospitality that greeted her. It's that no one cares.

At this time, the demon tide struck, and the Lonely Smoke City panicked, and the Wang family's promise to let Ye Ningshuang ensure her safety here was already enough to give face, and Miss Gongzi and even the maid would give Ye Ningshuang too much care at such a moment.

Ye Ningshuang spent three days and nights in her cabin, and in the early morning of the third day, she finally couldn't help crying.

She misses Ye Cheng very much, but she doesn't know if she can see Ye Cheng.

It's not good here. Except for the subordinates who delivered the meals on time, Ye Ningshuang didn't want to make friends.

Crying and crying, Ye Ningshuang's mood finally calmed down, but she screamed.

A black line appeared at the gate of this house, and Ye Ningshuang thought it was some kind of bug. It was also as she screamed that she also saw a face.

This face is ordinary, ordinary, and she won't take a second look at it when it is placed in the crowd.

But why is it so familiar?

Ye Ningshuang raised her eyebrows, forgetting the sad things, just thinking hard about who the face that appeared in her mind was, but after a while, she found that there were many black lines on the carved wooden door.

Ye Ningshuang remembered something.

There were chopped green onions, fried eggs, beef soup, and one day she received a slightly curved hairpin from someone's hand.

Then she remembered Lin Fan.

Of course, it's not just Lin Fan.

The abacus of the monk Zhenjian, the accent of Zhang Chifeng, the aggrieved appearance of Bai Ziming, the decadence of the little white dragon, and the pain of Sun Deqian.

All of this appeared in front of Ye Ningshuang's eyes, she took a deep breath, and the little bed was no longer a little girl.

............

After taking revenge, the monk Zhenjian began to walk aimlessly around Zhoutian.

There were some troubles during this period, but they were all finally resolved.

He doesn't know where he has gone today, anyway, the mountains are full of strange rocks, some stones like monkeys, some stones like wolf dogs, different types, ever-changing.

Monk Zhenjian was interested in these stones, looked left and right, and suddenly frowned.

In his eyes, these stones have become some kind of symbol, each representing a unique meaning.

He sat down cross-legged, thinking about these symbols, and the abacus that the master had given him fluctuated unconsciously.

Without noticing, a black line appeared on the strangely shaped rock in front of him.

When the black line began to spread in the world, dividing the world in front of him into pieces, he opened his eyes and cursed: "Illusion? ”

............

Lin Fan, who was standing in the forest, opened his eyes, and then Ye Ningshuang, Monk Zhenjian, and Zhang Chifeng all opened their eyes, and some of the sixteen horsemen followed, but none of them all walked out of the illusion.

Bai Ziming appeared beside them, and the tremor in the east had already made them sense where the little white dragon was.

Everyone understood what had happened in the previous moment, what they were about to do at this moment, they all raised their weapons, and as Lin Fan took the first step, everyone went all the way forward!

It wasn't until they saw that what had been a basin but now seemed to have become an altar in the canyon that the little white dragon looked back and grinned. (To be continued.) )