The whole graffiti-like magic pattern wall began to overflow with brilliance, flowing through the dazzling brilliance, Feng Qinglang's two hands moved at the same time, it seemed to be the same magic pattern of painting, but the shape of the magic pattern on both sides was just the opposite, just like the image on both sides of the mirror, the pen was very fast, and in a blink of an eye, the magic pattern wall was getting brighter and brighter, and everyone's eyes also lit up, I really didn't expect this little famous guy to really open this magic pattern wall in the first time.

When the light was the brightest, there was a sound of hurried footsteps behind him, and the person who came from a distance shouted urgently: "My lord, there is another guy who claims to be Nannimaru outside."

Many people's brows couldn't help but frown at the same time, and the opening of the magic wall could not be reversed, when the extreme light passed, a human face just appeared on the wall, and the original blank space was a pair of eyes, with a little sadness, looking ahead.

The discussion couldn't help but sound softly again.

"What a strange implication, did the ancestors of the Nan family want to show that they have no eyes?"

"It may also be a lack of heart, so I hope that the tricks of future generations can be brightened a little. ”

Then, the entire wall of demonic patterns rumbled, parted from the middle, and slowly cracked on both sides.

Feng Qinglang, who had already retreated a few steps away, suddenly flashed and shot towards the center of the rift.

Immediately several voices sounded at the same time: "Stop him"

The host standing nearby reacted very quickly, his wrist shook to his waist, and a long whip had already swept out and rolled towards the opponent's wrist, Feng Qinglang did not look back, his wrist shrank slightly, and then poked it back, and it was accurately pointed on the whip, and the whip was like an electric shock, like a python that had been attacked, and immediately curled back.

At the same time, another whip also quietly rolled towards Feng Qinglang's ankle, which was the assistant from the host, no matter the strength and angle of the skill, it was far above the host, which made Feng Qinglang can't help but praise: "It turns out that you are the real host, are you used to doing black things, you are really careful enough." ”

The whip was about to roll firmly, but Feng Qinglang suddenly accelerated by three points, and just when it was a fraction of a second, he dodged this yin damage blow.

The white-bearded old man of the Jin family and Luo Minhao also shot at the same time, but the white-bearded old man was obviously a few points faster, and the person was far from there, and the law world before the rift seemed to have turned into a muddy place, making it difficult for the enemy to move an inch, and forcibly advancing, he would only fall into the mud of the law swamp.

Feng Qinglang's eyes were slightly cold, knowing that his current realm had fallen too much, and he had a little hallucination in an instant, and the whole person immediately turned around and moved backwards, the speed was still not reduced at all, just to meet the head-on blow of the white-bearded old man, he did not choose to retreat, just collided with it without any pretense, and the power of the firmament realm made Feng Qinglang's weak body tremble for a while.

He immediately knew that he still overestimated his current situation, even if he was seriously injured before, but the foundation was still there, but now that the spiritual sea has started to communicate with the outside world again, it can really be regarded as starting from scratch, if it weren't for the fact that he still has a good understanding of strength, I'm afraid that a face will give this white-bearded old man seconds.

Even if the internal organs seemed to move their positions in an instant, they finally repelled the most terrible enemy present, and with this power, they retreated behind the crack of the demon pattern with a dodge, and at this time, in the rumbling sound, the crack of the demon pattern wall just let one person through.

Feng Qinglang smiled at Luo Minhao, who was still a few steps away and was menacing: "Forget it, don't join in the fun." ”

He looked at the side wall behind the wall, and sure enough, he saw a switch that was turned off inside, and he decisively slapped it down.

The rumbling sound immediately stopped, and the demon pattern wall was slammed shut again, and the speed was extremely fast, which frightened Luo Minhao to stop the momentum decisively, he didn't want to be sandwiched into a meat pie, even if he was lucky enough to rush in, he didn't have the consciousness to fight to the death with this terrible enemy.

The white-bearded old man glared at Luo Minhao fiercely, obviously dissatisfied with the other party's cowardice, and the magic pattern wall in front of him had completely returned to its original state.

A voice came from behind him: "My lord, another Nannimaru has been brought"

This Nanniwan stepped forward with a little doubt, only to feel that everyone looked at them with some dissatisfaction and doubts, and they didn't know what they had done wrong.

But when he saw this demonic wall, his eyes immediately lit up, just like the expression of any magician before when he saw a masterpiece.

"If you want to try, then you might as well give it a try"

"Do your best when you make up your mind"

Of course, there was a lot of criticism in front of the wall very quickly.

"This guy is the real Nanni Pill, tsk......"

"Alas, not even that impostor. ”

"Don't be foolish, get back in line. ”

Behind the wall, it is a winding downward passage, the horizontal walls on both sides, have been covered with moss, I don't know how many years have not been cleaned, the bluestone stairs under the feet are also slippery, accompanied by the faint sound of ticking water in the distance below, people can't help but have an illusion, if you accidentally fall, it must be rolled far and far below.

Feng Qinglang walked quickly down the passage, the passage became narrower and narrower, and only allowed two people to pass side by side, and the sound of ticking water became clearer and clearer, and the restrained coughing sound that came from time to time was Nan Ling's voice, Feng Qinglang was happy in his heart, knowing that Nan Ling was still there, and the pace under his feet was even faster by three points.

It is estimated that it has almost reached the position of the belly of Qilin Mountain, and the two secret rooms finally appeared at the end, and there is a pool of self-circulating mountain springs outside the secret room, and several stalactites on the pool are slowly flowing out of water droplets, dripping into the pool, and I don't know how many years they have been dripping silently, and the sound of water heard before is from this.

On the stone bed of one of the secret rooms, there was an old man lying on it, who had no breath of life, Feng Qinglang guessed, it should be the first time he came to the Nan family that day, secretly peeping at his own strong man, the guardian of this generation of the Nan family should be outnumbered in the fierce battle not long ago, and finally escorted Nan Ling and them here before coming to the end of their lives.

The other, slightly larger secret room was Nan Ling and Nan Xing Soul, who were turning their heads to look at them, their eyes full of joy.

Nan Ling was lying on her back on the stone bed, her breath was already extremely weak, and she was completely relying on her last perseverance to support the continuation of her life.

He smiled with relief: "Sunny, you're finally here"

Feng Qinglang hadn't felt the life and death of familiar relatives and friends for many years, looking at Nan Ling like a candle in the wind, waiting for his arrival in the flutter, his nose was inexplicably sour, he took a deep breath, and walked in silently.

Nan Ling's voice was as magnetic and thick as yesterday, and she smiled: "Qinglang, you are really a believer, Dongfang Pei has pitted me countless times in this life, and this recommendation is the most reliable." ”

Nanxing's eyes were red and swollen, and she didn't know how many times she had cried, so she gave up her position in front of the bed and stood aside.

Feng Qinglang sat on the edge of the bed, gently held Nan Ling's hand, and said softly: "Your Excellency Nan Ling, you also know that Dongfang Lao'er is here, I believe that after he receives the news, he will definitely come as soon as possible to administer justice for you." ”

Nan Ling coughed in a low voice, and then said with a smile: "How can there be any justice in this world? besides, the weakness of the Nan family also determines today's fate. But they didn't know at all, what they wanted to divide up the most, was not here at all, the inheritance of the Guangming Dynasty, and the Nan family didn't dare to put it under their feet......"