Looking at the golden crown carving in front of him, he looked like he was talking when he spoke, and he raised his neck to make an arrogant appearance, Du Feiyun snorted and laughed.

However, he thought about it for a while, and the crisp voice of a six or seven-year-old girl in this golden crown carving sounded indeed cute.

In particular, although this golden crown sculpture is extremely psychic "sexual", Yun is a beginner in wisdom, and his mind is only equivalent to a six or seven-year-old child, and it is even more talented and innocent:

At least, Du Feiyun stayed on the grass and chatted with the golden crown eagle for a long time, and asked a lot of questions, this golden crown eagle was innocent and ignorant, and Du Feiyun loved it very much in his heart.

In this boundless darkness, in the endless abyss, it is also a good thing to have someone to talk to and communicate with.

After getting along for a long time, Du Feiyun feels that the name Meng Meng is indeed very consistent with this golden crown eagle. From this, it can be seen that Xinlan, a disciple of Zangxue Bingfeng who has been feeding the bears and cute, is indeed attentive.

Xinlan had learned a lot from the disciples under the Spirit Beast Elder to take care of the spirit beast, as well as the special beast language of the spirit ** flow, so she often communicated with Meng Meng. Naturally, in Mengmeng's heart, Xinlan is the closest, and Du Feiyun is second.

From the fact that she called Xinlan Sister Xinlan and called Du Feiyun by her name, you can see the status of the two in her heart. Of course, for this golden crown eagle who was still a little confused and ignorant at the beginning of her wisdom, she didn't know that it was a little inappropriate to call her by her name.

chatted with Mengmeng for a while, and saw that she is now making rapid progress, crossing the threshold of acquired and congenital, and soaring into the sky since then, Du Feiyun is also looking forward to it.

With Meng Meng by his side, a powerful help by his side, and he can also chat with him to relieve his boredom, he believes that this trip to the underground world will definitely be more exciting.

Soon, he withdrew from the Nine Dragons Dingzhong, leaving Meng Meng to stay in that space, continuing to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to cultivate, and consolidate the innate realm.

Coming to the endless square, there was still a scorching breeze blowing around, Du Feiyun used the Flowing Flame Sky Cover Technique to protect his body, and walked towards the huge tall virtual shadow.

The Demon Emperor Catalogue that he placed in the Nine Dragons Ding, from the time he approached the High Bad Phantom, had been jumping endlessly, constantly sending out bursts of consciousness similar to spiritual exchanges, as if urging him to enter the High Shadow Illusory:

The heart concluded that the phantom of the tower had an inexplicable connection with the Demon Emperor Palace, the target of this trip, but he was not impatient, and before he came to Gao Da, he looked at it carefully, and constantly speculated and calculated in his heart.

Beyond the three texts in front of him was the black "colored" shadow of the tower, which seemed to be real and delicate, but it continued to fluctuate with the scorching breeze, like a dream.

He waved his hand and struck out a shroud aura brilliance, piercing into the tower phantom, but Gao Dai did not react, and the shroud aura brilliance was like a mud cow entering the sea, and as soon as he entered the black "color" phantom, it disappeared without a trace, without stirring up the slightest wave

It seems that this high-level phantom is not a formation, otherwise it will inevitably counterattack or change when attacked. Thinking like this in his heart, Du Feiyun took another step, walked around the phantom of the tower twice, looked and observed for a long time, but he couldn't see what was in this body.

With nothing to do, he had no choice but to take out the Demon Emperor Catalog, stick the Demon Emperor Catalog with both hands, and pour in the majestic Yuan and force, hoping that the Demon Emperor Catalog could give him any surprises:

It's a pity that although the idea is good, the result is disappointing. The purple 'color' scroll didn't react except for the ingots emitting a more dazzling purple 'color' brilliance, and the tower remained the same.

Seeing that the Demon Emperor Catalog in his hand was constantly vibrating, and it seemed that Zheng was eager to plunge into the high virtual shadow, Du Feiyun thought for a moment in his heart, and finally decided to take a risk, and stepped forward to grow the Demon Emperor Catalog and threw himself into the high virtual shadow.

Although he also thought about it, in case the Demon Emperor's catalog was swallowed by the high phantom, and there was no trace of the mud cow entering the sea, then it would be too late for him to cry.

However, after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't find a better way, so he had no choice but to try.

Now he was a little sure in his heart that the Demon Emperor catalog was handed to the high virtual shadow by him, and suddenly like a tired bird returning to the nest of the moon, Hou Zhi pounced into the high virtual shadow.

He stood on the original with a face full of expectations, quietly holding on to the tall phantom, and thinking about the changes that had taken place in his heart. It's a pity that the high phantom is still the same, and there has not been the slightest reaction, and the catalog of Emperor Lian has disappeared when it enters it. ...,

A quarter of an hour, half an hour, an hour..."

The Demon Emperor Catalog is still nowhere to be seen, and the shadow of the tower stands quietly in place, without the slightest change.

The look of anticipation on Du Feiyun's face disappeared, and the disappointment in his heart became heavier and heavier, and gradually sank to the bottom. "Could it be that after traveling hundreds of thousands of miles through hardships, it is not easy to come here, and it has ended like this?"

He stood up, quietly staring at the tall phantom, the corners of his mouth whispered, with a hint of a Bodhisattva smile: "Yes, a generation of Demon Emperor powerhouses, that is the existence of a great cultivator beyond the Jiedan Realm." How could his palace and treasury be easily obtained? Or was I too greedy, so the bamboo basket was empty? "Well, even if I can't open the Demon Emperor's palace and can't get the treasures in the palace, I have gained a lot from this trip, and I should be content." Du Feiyun gently spit out one. The turbidity gradually disappeared the disappointment in his heart, and he thought of the piles of refining materials and spirit stones in the Nine Dragons Ding, and then he felt a little comforted.

He was still a little unwilling to stand in the original and wait for half an hour, and when he saw that the high and bad phantom was still unexciting, he finally gave up and was ready to leave.

After deciding to leave, he summoned Meng Meng, intending to take Meng Meng to leave the endless abyss and return to the Liuyun Sect. Now that his family is extremely wealthy, he will not lack materials and spiritual stone pills for at least two or three years of retreat and penance, and it is time to work hard to retreat and practice for a while.

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Stepping into the innate realm, Mengmeng's more and more perfect, more and more elegant body appeared, a pair of big black eyes looked around, and said to Du Feiyun with dissatisfaction: "Du Feiyun, I'm tired of the tricks here, let's get out of here." ”

It is true that there is boundless darkness all around, and the air is full of demonic energy that affects the mind, although Meng Meng can protect his body with the brilliance of the hood, but he doesn't like the bad environment here.

"Du Feiyun, pick me up, let's go quickly. Meng Meng flapped Chu on the shoulder, walked to Du Feiyun with her feet on her feet, leaned down, and motioned for him to ride up. Du Feiyun's face was a little strange, and he rarely "revealed" a trace of embarrassment, don't turn his head and cough a few times in a low voice, and said straight in his heart: "Sins and sins, you can't be evil."

If you don't look at Mengmeng's figure, just listen to her crisp and pleasant little girl-like voice, if there is some ambiguity in this decade, it is indeed inappropriate to listen to the ears of an adult.

Of course, Mengmeng is innocent, with her still ignorant mind, she understands someone's evil: "Du Feiyun, come and ride me, let's go quickly." Mengmeng turned her head very anxiously, with a pair of big black eyes, but she was dissatisfied and insisted on Du Feiyun.

"Okay, okay, don't say it, let's go" Du Feiyun hurriedly grabbed Mengmeng's jacket with his hand, jumped onto Mengmeng's back, and heard Mengmeng nodding in satisfaction, and a sense of guilt arose in his heart.

Meng Meng opened her wings in the morning, protected her body with aura and brilliance, carried Du Feiyun away from the square, flew into the air, marched towards the darkness of the boundless boat, and returned the same way.

At this moment, Meng Dip Qiqi flew to the sky above Baiwen, praying for a rapid disgrace, but Du Feiyun, who was riding on her back, was in vain, a trace of straw light flashed in his eyes, and Lan sculpted the black "color" high shadow below.

I saw that the originally calm and unwavering high-level phantom began to fluctuate and twist, constantly holding out a powerful and incomparably powerful power, and the fierce and murderous aura that rose from the blessed sky suddenly broke into a cunning fragment of the surrounding space, and even the air was emptied by a shaft.

The sudden change made Meng Meng frightened, and as soon as she spread her wings, she brought up a streamer and flew out of the dry text, she hurriedly shook her hands dozens of times, retreated to tens of thousands of texts, and when she was safe enough, she stopped under Du Feiyun's command.

Du Feiyun and Mengmeng turned around, engrossed in the floating islands tens of thousands of texts away, and quietly watched the changes in them.

I saw that the dark and tall phantom, Zhejiang gradually twisted and shattered, and an extremely dazzling monstrous blood light appeared, which swept half of it in an instant, and the floating island rose to a height of dozens of liters.

The entire floating island within a radius of 100 miles was illuminated by the blood-colored light, so that Du Feiyun in the distance could clearly see the situation in the blood light on the island

I saw that the high and bad phantom was finally shattered, turning into a ball of blood light in a circle of tens of thousands of zhang, rising with an incomparably terrifying monstrous demonic aura, containing the awe-inspiring pressure of the world's supreme. Even Du Feiyun and Mengmeng, who were tens of thousands of texts away, just felt a trace of that powerful coercion, and their hearts trembled:

The next moment, that large ball of blood light began to contract, producing an incomparably huge suction, and suddenly on the floating island, a terrifying vain wind worker saw countless fierce beast statues around the square, suddenly exploded, dozens of fierce demon beasts broke out one after another, roaring in the sky, and rushed into the large ball of blood light in a desperate state.

Those huge and fierce monsters are strange and strange, some are like wolves, some are like demons, some are like bats, and more are not like four. In short, each one is extremely rare, and the sudden power is extremely powerful.

In just a moment, the demon beasts that had been counted by the few monsters pounced into the blood light, and they were lost: after the danger, the entire floating island began to bulge, concave, fold, and roll, disturbing the changes of the heaven-shaking Xia Zhi in an instant, just like the one during the ninth-level great deacon.

Du Feiyun's eyes moved, and his face was shocked and the huge change that shocked people's hearts was shaped, and a trace of hope was born in his heart.

The huge floating island with a radius of 100 miles is like a piece of self-paper that has been "kneaded" by a naughty child, and it has been helped into a small paper ball in just a few dozen breaths.

Half a quarter of an hour passed, under Du Feiyun's gaze, the floating island within a radius of 100 miles was ganged into a black mess, and was swept into the dazzling blood light (unfinished holding the collection...... [This text is provided by 138 Kanshu.com @ I don't care about it] If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote for recommendation, monthly ticket, your support is my biggest driving force)...... ，