"This seat is still afraid of you, this little baby!?" The patriarch of the Jiuli clan did not ponder the inner meaning of this sentence at all, snorted coldly, and said mockingly. Then he brought the topic back to the right track and said, "This spirit stone absorbs the power of people outside and the greed of people in this pagoda. If this spirit stone is destroyed, then they will also follow This spiritual stone disappeared together, and fell into an eternal slumber, and there is no way to wake up."
"When you say that, it's really embarrassing for me." Hearing the words of the Jiuli clan's patriarch, Leng Yetong's heart throbbed. No, no, if such a powerful force is used to help Demon Venerable break through the seal, then Demon Venerable will soon return to the world. But if it is destroyed, then... Luo Ming's face emerges in her mind. If it is destroyed like this, will he cease to exist
"Hey, girl, I'm not in a hurry, you think about it slowly, I'm right here, waiting for your answer, hehe." The Jiuli clan's patriarch smiled sinisterly. He has a meal. She took a few steps back to the side and let the spirit stone out. The dilemma was in front of her. She couldn't make a choice for a while. Drops of sweat fell on her head, and the two fell into a stalemate.
It's so dark here, so cold, everything is cold and mechanical, no, it's not what he wants, no, it's not what he has always dreamed of. Nangong Yifeng ran alone in the palace of the Fuxi clan in his fantasy. Everywhere he went, everyone respectfully called his patriarch, but when he turned around, he found that everyone was holding A shining dagger. The cold light emitted by the dagger made his heart tremble. For some reason, he instinctively wanted to escape.
He panicked all the way and knocked over the tray in the hands of passers-by. When the tray fell to the ground, he found that the tray contained all kinds of daggers, exuding a faint cold light. Those people picked up the dagger mechanically, carefully wiped the dust that didn't exist on it, put the dagger back in the tray, saluted him, and then walked forward mechanically, aimlessly.
'What exactly is going on! ? ' Nangong Yifeng muttered in his heart, he continued to run, trying to find the only normal person in the palace, but unfortunately, he searched hard, but all he found were these people holding daggers with expressions on their faces. A sluggish, mechanical person.
Gradually, these people began to discover the difference between Nangong Yifeng, and everyone pointed at him with a dagger, mechanically repeating the same sentence, "Why don't you hold a dagger? Why are you different from us? Have you forgotten that you also held a dagger and stabbed someone in the back? Have you forgotten?"
"No no no, I don't know what you are talking about, go away, go away!!!" Nangong Yifeng's consciousness was on the verge of collapse, he roared loudly, trying to stay away from these inexplicable people, but no matter what he did He couldn't get rid of these people, no matter how he covered his ears, the voice would come in, he felt the world turn around in an instant, his eyes darkened, he fell to the ground and lost consciousness.