Come in a hurry, go in a hurry!

When Feng Qingyang and the Vermilion Bird Hall Master disappeared on the third floor, the bald man's gaze struggled for a moment, and finally his hands pinched the seal, and a ray of black light came out of his fingertips.

Like green smoke, twisted into a wolf's head, his lips moved lightly, and between his whispers, it seemed that something had been planted, and then he raised his hand and waved, with what magic weapon directly blasted open the void, and the wolf's head drilled into it and disappeared in an instant.

"Why are you leaving?"

Behind her, there was the slightly anxious voice of the Vermilion Bird Hall Master, Feng Qingyang pinned the hopes of the four people on her body, so she couldn't tolerate a little abnormality.

As soon as its voice came out, it suddenly swirled in the void, resounding throughout the entire second layer, waking up the people who were shuttling back and forth, and one after another surprised eyes followed the Vermilion Bird Hall Master to gather on Feng Qingyang's body.

Feng Qingyang stood there, until this time, the cold aura on his body had not completely disappeared, and his mind kept thinking about the various things he had met with the bald man of the third layer before.

At this time, he was interrupted by the Lord of the Vermilion Bird Hall, he was slightly irritable, and looked back, but saw that countless people on the second floor were watching him, and at this moment, he became the focus again.

This kind of feeling, Feng Qingyang is not unfamiliar, he seems to have experienced this feeling somewhere, his eyes swept over everyone, and directly met the somewhat complicated gaze of the Vermilion Bird Hall Master.

His heart seemed to be touched, he held his hands behind his back, restrained the aura emanating from his body, his expression was calm, his body was calm, and even his heart was calm at this moment.

"Why should I go?"

The wind was clear and murmured, and the gaze of the bald man of the third layer flashed in his eyes again, and his heart trembled slightly, as if he had lost something.

"I just didn't have time to prepare. ”

The wind was clear and deep, and it seemed that he was saying this to himself, as if he was saying it to the Vermilion Bird Hall Master.

He, is it really not him?

Thinking of this, he didn't speak, just turned around slightly, and disappeared with a whoosh in the surprised eyes of everyone, and in just a short moment, he walked out of the Duobao Pavilion.

The Suzaku Hall Master was silent, perhaps sensing his own gaffe, and in full view of everyone, he questioned a person who he didn't actually know him.

"What are you looking at?"

Immediately roared angrily at the Quartet, turned into a touch of fiery red, and disappeared in the Duobao Pavilion with Feng Qingyang, perhaps because he made Feng Qingyang look unhappy, and the two of them did not say a word along the way.

Sin City is huge, covering a radius of tens of thousands of feet, and its content accommodates no less than hundreds of thousands of people, but there are not many demons in the third layer, but there are definitely a lot.

I don't know how far I walked forward, Feng Qingyang always remained silent, and the original aspiration spread again, making his whole person look like a moving ice cube.

Suddenly, he stopped, and the sudden pause of his figure caught the distracted Suzaku Hall Master behind him off guard and hit him on the back.

rubbed his nose and was about to open his mouth to scold, but he saw that the breath on Feng Qingyang's body changed again, and he stood in place with a wooden expression.

She looked around and immediately knew where the two had gone, but when she figured it out, she gasped.

This is the deepest part of the Wanmo region, even if she comes here, she has to be careful of the embankment, although she has a background of the sixth layer, but the demons here are all extremely lifeless beings, and if she is not careful, she may be doomed.

The wind was blowing on both sides, surrounded by many people, but the attention was no longer on him, but on a platform in front of him.

The platform is not large, but it can accommodate hundreds of people, and the top is crowded with onlookers, and in the center of the platform, there is a strange monk.

Each of them carries a small hat, which covers their faces, and there is a kind of undisturbed atmosphere on their bodies, isolating everyone's divine consciousness.

"This is a place of trading, and in addition to the Duobao Pavilion, there are also deep in the Ten Thousand Demon Region. ”

The Vermilion Bird Hall Master spoke, but her words did not attract Feng Qingyang's attention, as if she was facing the air, she was talking to herself.

Gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, held back the anger in his heart, and said: "They are all people who come to trade, and the things traded here are not as formal as those of Duobaoge, and there are many fake and shoddy magic weapons, but there are also real treasures stored in them." ”

"Yes!"

This time he got a response from Feng Qingyang, but it was still just a short word, which made the Suzaku Hall Master in the back stomp his feet in anger, but this time he also learned to be obedient, spared his body, squeezed into the crowd, looked at the things in it, and didn't know what fascinated him so much.

"It's ......"

She exclaimed, stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, and did not continue to speak, but her eyes flashed with a ray of surprise, and she was squeezed out by the person behind her.

"This thing is very weird!"

Feng Qing's heart said, the reason why he suddenly stopped was not because he was upset by the Vermilion Bird Hall Master behind him, but because after coming here, he was attracted by a voice in his ears.

After following the sound, he found the platform here, and the countless people with hats sitting above, and on the edge, in a seemingly inconspicuous place, placed a strange skeleton.

said that it was a skeleton, but he didn't think so, it was just a shape, and the voice in his ear was the slap-sized skeleton.

It was a very strange sound, and it seemed that such a strange sound had never been heard in the qiē that Feng Qingyang had experienced.

It seems to be crying instead of crying, it seems to be laughing instead of laughing, but if you deliberately listen to it with your heart, you will feel a roar in your brain, and after the roar is constantly amplified, it will drive his qi and blood, and it will speed up countless times in an instant.

"What the hell is this?" Feng Qingyang frowned, feeling the strange sound that kept coming, a burst of irritability in his heart for no reason, and a storm set off in his mind, his eyes flashed, and a gleam flowed through.

Then he snorted coldly, this sound was for himself, the blood of the corpse king in his body shook, and there was a roar of rage, washing all over his body, spreading out along every meridian and flesh, blocking the strange sound.

The roar was like thunder, and almost as soon as he got rid of the strange sound, he stepped out, squeezed away the people beside him, and walked to the edge of the platform that had been ignored.

"What is this?" Feng Qingyang was silent for a moment, his eyes locked on the person with the hat, a deep thought flashed in his eyes, and then he slowly spoke.

As soon as these words came out, it seemed to alarm the man in the hat, he did not speak, let alone raise his head, but first reached out and pressed down the hat on his head.

"Can't you see it yourself?"

He snorted coldly, as if he felt a burst of dissatisfaction with the sudden opening of the wind, and his tone seemed a little unflashing, and the eyes hidden under the hat flashed with a hint of essence.

"If I could see it, I wouldn't have asked you again!"