The mist of water evaporates, and the temperature continues to rise, so that the already hazy pool of water gradually submerges it, and it is impossible to even see any of it.

But what was frightening was that the water mist that originally looked a little strange suddenly erupted into a powerful mana fluctuation after about half an hour.

The original imprisoned rules were suddenly blasted open, and if you look at it with the eyes of the clear wind, you will find that the gray crystals that fill the sky above the pool have completely exploded.

And the moment it exploded, the gray aura that spread out was a wave of air, like a pillar of light, swooping down from the air in an instant and entering the center of the pool.

All this changed so quickly that Feng Qingyang, who was still struggling, and the mysterious woman, both of them trembled, and Feng Qingyang, who was originally dominated by the primordial power, was even more like a beast of desolation at this moment.

The woman who was fiercely imprisoned by him and violently suppressed was a red pupil that dissipated, revealing a black glow, but she was not awake in this black glow, but on the contrary, there was a trace of drunken confusion.

At that moment, the primordial breath erupted, like the tip of a needle against Maimang, perhaps it seemed too brutal, so that the younger generation who was as hard as iron in the wind was scratched bloodially by her sharp nails.

Stimulated by the pain in her back, Feng Qingyang was even more courageous, stopped her big hand from continuing to explore, pulled back, and pressed her into the pool.

The thick mist was almost about to turn into a substance, and with a thick, clear and rough wind, it threw the opponent's already tattered black robe aside, and with an instinctive reaction, the object as hard as iron came into battle with a gun.

Galloping vertically and horizontally, on the endless plain, there are no undulating outlines, even through the slightest light, and on the plain is lush grass, if you stop and gaze, you will inevitably find the two mellow mountains of Takamatsu in front of you.

The consciousness of the wind has long been lost in this magnificent landscape, at this moment, he has only one thought in his heart, that is, conquest!

Under the horse, he kept rushing forward, no matter how big the grassland was, he had to rush to the end, and let his iron hooves trample every inch and every corner of the grassland.

With his attack, the grassland also kept shaking, moving in all directions, and the wind and clouds of heaven and earth converged in an instant, like clouds rolling up and clouds shu, and a violent storm fell.

But this did not discourage the spirit of conquest, but made him even more wild, and he rode his horse like this, and he didn't know how many hours he had been galloping.

He had even forgotten how many times he had traveled back and forth through the grasslands and mysterious canyons, and even more so that the rainstorm from the sky had almost left him covered in stones.

I felt that under this vast gallop, I was very happy, and I got an unprecedented sense of satisfaction, and finally, in a burst of eagerness, he stopped the war horse under his crotch, perhaps because he was too tired, and finally fainted with his eyes.

After a while, about a quarter of an hour, the thick fog of the pool gradually dispersed, but compared to the void that was about to condense into a solid body before, the dispersion at this time still seemed uncertain.

At the very least, you can't see a single shadow from the outside, and if you look at it with all your eyes, you might be able to see a faint shadow moving.

Feng Qingyang gradually woke up, and when he saw everything that was happening in front of him, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, although his heart was entangled, his face was still as cold as frost, and he couldn't see the slightest emotional color.

With his movements, there was a splash of water, and the lovely person in his arms gradually woke up under the stimulation of this sound, but unlike Feng Qingyang, her eyes turned into red pupils after waking up.

This red pupil is not that she was born like this, but because of the super killing power, which directly causes the other party to be occupied by the killing desire in her body, if it weren't for the supernatural power imprisoned by the rules of this place, she would almost die with Feng Qingyang.

When she found that she was still under the confinement of a pair of iron tongs in the clear wind, this time she was like a crazy kitten, but with her violent movements, suddenly, there was a painful moan, and her face covered with water droplets frowned.

It was only at this time that she suddenly realized that she and Feng Qingyang seemed to be intimate, and even tightly connected, and her vacillation drove the wound, so that there was a pain of concentration.

No matter how strong a person is, after losing his position again and again at this time, there will be a moment of vulnerability, at least, Feng Qingyang thinks so.

But he was wrong!

Almost after discovering all this, the woman's expression changed dramatically, if it was still painful before, then now it is drunk and hazy, and the monstrous charm power once again hooked the most primitive conquest of Feng Qingyang.

He turned over without hesitation, pressed the other party into the pool with a bang, and mounted his horse, at this moment he couldn't care so much anymore, and there was only one thought in his heart.

If I can't kill you, I will conquer you completely!

A big battle is about to break out, like the tip of a needle against Maimang, this time it is no longer his personal iron hoof conquest, but under the storm, in the middle of each other's struggles.

If it weren't for his strong will, I am afraid that he would have lost his armor in a moment and would have been defeated for thousands of miles, but fortunately, at the last moment, Feng Qingyang gathered his mind.

Looking at the torrential rain from the sky and the fierce aura coming from the canyon in front of him, he pointed his spear, and with a domineering coercion, the sultry sensation rushed away.

The water splashed everywhere, and in the fog, only the sound of the splash could be heard, and the moving and beautiful sound that made people's blood swell, and the primitive power, in the water mist at this time, constructed the most beautiful thing in life.

However, just as the wind swept to the end and was about to erupt, the beautiful scenery disappeared and was replaced by a rolling killing machine, like a tide.

In the canyon, the monstrous flood that broke out drowned his whole body in the desire to conquer, but in an instant, the flood receded, and before he could react, a sharp pain swept through his body, making his handsome face almost suffocate the color of pig liver.

"Do you think I really can't kill me?"

In the end, the movement in the water gradually subsided, and the originally thick mist finally dissipated, completely exposing the shadows of the two to heaven and earth.

The bottom of the pool was clear, the water temperature was slowly dissipating, but there was a milky white halo floating on the water, Feng Qingyang did not answer, just looked at the other pale green dagger inserted in his abdomen, and a flash of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

"I am a mantra nun who has two poisonous daggers in my life, which are infused with the power of the mantra that we have been brewing since birth, and this curse has no solution, unless one day, I fall in love with you!