The turbulent currents in the world sea were surging. Yan Huan protected Liu Fuguang and allowed the power of chaos to cut his body in thousands. His tentacles disintegrated and his dragon horns cracked. He had been traveling here for many years and had never been in such an embarrassing situation.
The three thousand worlds rotated according to the law, like a halo of prayer wheels, reflected in the half-blind nine eyes of the real dragon, and turned round and round. He seized the opportunity, dived down, stirred up a few empty waves, and disappeared in a small world in the middle in a blink of an eye.
The dragon's body broke through another layer of the sky, creating a blazing flame in the sky thousands of miles high. Yan Huan coiled around the dragon's body, with the dragon's tail covering the dragon's head. The dark tentacles were as dense as a weave, tightly blocking Liu Fuguang in his arms. He was no longer able to control the direction of his flight, and could only let the earth drag him down through the clouds, into the mountains, and heavily smashed into the lush forest.
Like a meteor from outer space, the sound of its fall was earth-shaking, and it even collapsed half of the towering mountain. The shock waves caused by the heat wave and the strong wind instantly blew away all the trees and bushes in all directions.
It was unknown how much time had passed before Liu Fuguang woke up from his coma.
He had a splitting headache and weak limbs. He curled up thinly on the charred ground, with raging fires burning all around him. It took him a long time to finally sit up by himself.
… what happened
When his memory flashed back, he only remembered that he wanted to control the imposter first, and then investigate the truth of the matter. However, even if he burned out the soul, he could only temporarily trap the other party in a cage. And then...
His head hurt more and more, he covered his throbbing temple, hissing and breathing in cold air. After a while, he vaguely remembered that it was the nine-eyed black dragon that broke through Yan Huan's chest and took him away, and Dong Zan also turned back into the state of the bottle technique and flew into his arms.
It seems that the genuine product took advantage of the wind he created to escape.
So, what about Yan Huan
Liu Fuguang looked around with a headache. He really wanted to just leave and not care about any of Yan Huan's troubles, but this matter was serious and he hadn't figured out the purpose of the impostor yet, so of course he couldn't leave easily.
There was no sign of Yan Huan anywhere... Could it be that he had crashed somewhere else
While thinking, Liu Fuguang suddenly noticed something strange under him. He frowned and lowered his eyes and looked down.
Liu Fuguang: “…”
It turned out that what he had been sitting on was not the "charred earth" at all. Instead, he saw nine huge, turbid eyeballs with a pair of floating dragon horns, floating around on the tar-like ground below him, staring at him eagerly.
Yan Huan was just like a water ball falling from a great height, smashing into a puddle on the ground and splashing everywhere.
Seeing that he noticed them, their eyes quickly gathered around him anxiously and flatteringly, circling around Liu Fuguang, not daring to get too close, yet unwilling to stay away. They were like nine small animals wagging their tails, begging for food from their owner, the last thing they wanted to do was whimper... However, there were really no such small animals in the world that could make one's scalp tingle and make one faint at the first sight of them.
Liu Fuguang remained silent, having no idea what Yan Huan's request was.
Seeing his complicated expression, their eyes became even more flustered, darting around for a few times without making any sense, and hurriedly deployed their troops on the slowly flowing tar, sometimes forming a "collection" and sometimes a "gathering".