Tingyulou!
A blurred silhouette showed the ugly woman's eyes, which were deep and majestic. It was completely different from her previous temperament, but when they saw Wang Dong, people finally found a familiar aura in her body.
"My name is Ziyi!" Ever since the ugly girl said these words that day, no one has dared to approach her easily. The terrifying coercion made her soul seem to tremble.
The ugly girl should now be called Zi Yi. She stood quietly at this moment. The name ugly girl will become a thing of the past. Yesterday, she remembered something and it became clear why she had to save Wang Dong many times.
"You are really alike, even if you turn into ashes, you will still look the same!" Zi Yi's eyes were soft, but the words she spoke were chilling. She stared at Wang Dong with tears in her eyes and anger at the same time.
Suddenly, she took action. The holy light outside Tingyu Tower disappeared, and all the light gathered in the secret room. Wang Dong's body was linked together inch by inch. Zi Yisu's hands were like jade, and two fingers saw a soul thread pulling at it. Wang moved to suture.
"I'm going to take you to another continent. No one can take you away until I get the answer!" Zi Yi whispered, and then he actually took off his clothes, and in the blink of an eye he said a beautiful word and hugged Wang Dongba. Go down.
The next moment, Long Xing came from downstairs, and the moonlight directly above Tingyu Tower was also exceptionally bright.
"Tian Jian Shu!"
Seizing the creation of heaven and earth, searching for dragons and exploring caves, all the secrets cannot escape their eyes. Zi Yi's whole body is not covered up at all, because this is a perfect divine art, and it is also a supreme art that is close to bringing the dead back to life. There is no room for any flaws.
Her precious appearance is majestic, and this moment is extremely beautiful, to be precise, it is extremely perfect. There is no resurrection in the world, but the heavenly masters are going against the will of heaven. Although it is just a dream, they are the ones closest to this dream.
Wang Dong's almost dissipated vitality began to beat, and then it became more and more obvious. The key was that the originally exhausted martial soul of creation glowed again, with a dull golden luster. Although it was covered with the bed, there were mysterious runes and Ziyi's runes complement each other, which is a sign of survival.
"If the heart does not die, the person will not die, that's it!" Ziyi's red lips opened slightly, and the sweet voice turned into sound waves and spread into Wang Dong's pieced together body.
Just like that, the door of Tingyu Tower suddenly closed, recalling all the assassins who were performing tasks outside, and even announced that they would not accept any tasks in the short term.
This move was undoubtedly shocking, but it also confirmed some people's suspicions that a huge change had occurred in Tingyulou, and it was related to the person Nong Ji had brought back a few days ago.
"Who is that person? Is it the owner of Tingyu Tower or someone else?"
"Why was he so badly injured?"
Countless questions are circulating in the public, with answers and suspicions, but no one knows whether it is true or false. The only convincing guess now is that the person is the owner of Tingyu Tower, or has a close relationship with the owner of Tingyu Tower.
But no one can explain why it suffered such heavy losses. Think about it, for a force with figures like Nong Ji and Zi Yi, will its master be weak? Who else can hurt him? Unless the severely injured Wuzong come out of seclusion or adults take action, no one can do it. But obviously, the first two guesses are impossible, because neither the Wuzong nor the Wuzong can do it. It is impossible for us or adults to appear in a whisper.
The warriors did not dare to leave the seclusion easily, because everyone in the Jedi suffered Dao injuries. There is only one consequence of forcibly leaving the seclusion before recovery, and that is that the Dao injuries can never be recovered, and the realm is fixed from then on, unable to advance even half an inch.
"Have you heard? Ziyi took action and even the Holy Light of Tingyulou was revoked. This person's identity is definitely not simple. It's really terrifying. Such a character has been damaged to such a degree of virtue."
"Hehe, it would be interesting if he couldn't be saved. I think Tingyulou would go crazy. A killer organization would go crazy. That would be a very interesting thing." Some people sneered, while others shuddered at the thought of this scene.
Big events happened one after another in Tingyu Tower, and the limelight was unparalleled for a while, even overshadowing the Kun tribe and the Ling tribe. During this period, these two tribes were too low-key, and even had no presence, so that people forgot about them for a while. The presence.
But the real situation is something that no one outside can imagine. At the end of a secret passage in Gambling Stone Square, the ancient teleportation array was opened, and an old figure stepped on it.
When that figure reappeared, it was already a land of ice and snow. Countless people in ancient costumes worshiped around a bloody altar. It could be clearly seen that a token floated in the center of the altar, with a "Desolate" on it. On the other side is the word "spirit".
The Huang Ling, the Huang Ling of the Spirit Clan, all the privileges of the Spirit Clan are derived from this, and the reason why the Spirit Clan has reached its peak and cannot continue to develop is also derived from this token.
Under the altar, Ling Yue stood respectfully next to the old figure with pious eyes.
"let's start!"
An old voice sounded, and the old man threw out a piece of meat sesame in his hand. In an instant, the meat sesame expanded and enveloped Huang Ling.
Almost at the same moment, in another small world, such a token was also placed on the altar of the Kun tribe, except that in addition to the word "Huang", the word "Kun" was written on the other side.
At this time, the token was wrapped in meat cheese and was worshiped by the whole Kun clan. Dense runes suddenly appeared on it, but it was weakened by the meat cheese outside at the moment of manifestation. Although it was not obvious, those runes The text was indeed weakened.
A whole big clan, everyone was densely packed around the altar, chanting the ancient mantra over and over again, causing the flesh to erase the runes on it over and over again.
This is the only way to remove the confinement, which requires a lot of manpower and energy, but neither the Kun Clan nor the Spirit Clan care. Tens of thousands of hours have been spent waiting, and they don't care about continuing to wait for this little time.
In the endless years of deserted city, people have developed extremely keen senses. Although no one saw anything, they can feel that this ancient city will face another bloody storm in the near future.
"The adults are looking for the legend of the Netherworld Fruit, and the top ten inheritances are looking for grand hegemony, but we are just looking for survival. Why is it so difficult?"
Tingyulou, Qin's bearded man looked up to him. Wang Dong almost lost his life. If Zi had not planted the martial soul mark on Wang Dong early in the morning, he might never see this seventh brother again, and Tingyulou will also be destroyed because of this.
The outsiders' guess was indeed correct. It was the owner of Tingyu Tower who was injured, but they certainly didn't expect that he was just an eighth-level martial artist, because no one would believe it even if they told him. Now Tingyu Tower has become Even the Kunling family did not dare to offend the overlord of one side easily. As for the other big families, they continued to show their kindness, but such an existence was indeed the work of an eighth-level martial artist.
"Maybe this is the charm of Seventh Brother!" Qin Bearded whispered, his eyes full of worry. None of them had seen Wang Dong, but Nong Ji told them about the injury. Nong Ji's expression at that time was shocking. They feel uneasy.
"Nong Ji said that the seventh brother was blocked by the Kun family at that time?" Lao Wu Zui Wu was sober now and asked.
"Yes, Nong Ji said that the seventh brother was already very weak at that time!" Qin Bearded nodded.
When Old Man Qing heard this, he immediately sneered: "Seventh Brother said that we shouldn't easily antagonize the Ten Great Inheritances now, but we have to vent this bad breath."
"What do you mean?" Shouhou looked confused. He knew that Lian Nongji had recently warned them not to provoke the Kunling family. The recent behavior of these two families was very strange. Now that Wang Dong was seriously injured, nothing had happened yet. If you can figure it out, taking action rashly is never an option.
Bai Xiaosheng's eyes suddenly lit up and he said: "Just because we don't take action doesn't mean that others don't take action. This time the seventh brother was injured like this when he went out and the Ling family couldn't get rid of the dry cleaning. In this case, let them bite dogs. Don't they like fighting?" Really? Then help them have a good fight."
"Okay, when seventh brother wakes up, we will settle the accounts one by one."
Everyone in Tingyu Tower thought that Wang Dong had been plotted against him. They never thought that Wang Dong himself had accidentally fallen into a dead end. However, everyone's actions had already begun. When a group of assassins started to play a conspiracy, it would be a big deal. A more terrifying existence.
At this time, Wang Dong was still in a coma. He knew that he was still alive, but he couldn't open his eyes no matter what. He wanted to wake up, but he could only feel his weakness and weak breathing.
More than once, he heard someone calling softly in his ear, but he couldn't hear a word clearly.
"What's wrong with me?"
"I was there?"
The vast heavenly palace, the sharp heavenly sword.
Wang Dong remembered that he clearly walked out of the Zi Mansion, but at this time he was trapped in the Zi Mansion. He knew that this was not a dream, but that he was truly trapped in the Zi Mansion. All of this was so weird.
"I'm still alive!" Wang Dong whispered. This was what he could judge now, but he also felt a little guilty. He could only feel that his Zifu, physical body, and martial spirit had lost contact. He couldn't even explain clearly. What state is he in now.
He thought for a long time, sitting cross-legged in the Zi Mansion, Taotie sleeping and guarding the palace door, the heavenly sword hanging upside down, silently, the intertwined energy of life and death sometimes emerging and sometimes disappearing, as if they were playing.
"Out of body!" He suddenly raised his hand and opened his mouth to say this.
"People... really have souls?" Wang Dong couldn't believe it. His guess seemed to be true. At the same time, he thought a lot. In the legend, there was an underworld.
Now that he is a soul, is it still a legend in the underworld
"If it's all true, how much is missing in this world? How much history has been forgotten?"
Wang Dong's heart trembled, and he remembered the story before the Thirteen Continents were broken.
(End of chapter)