one……

two……

As soon as the "three" fell, a thunderous roar opened the entire sky, and the darkness of the whole world was shattered by the majestic thunder.

Ning Yi's eyes suddenly became colorful... He kept looking up at the top of the mountain.

The dome echoed the thunder of the Taoist sect’s “Wind Control Thunder” bell roaring, and countless flowing clouds swept across, and light reappeared on the earth.

And the withered and dead giant king also had color in his empty eyes.

Ning Yi looked up at him.

He looked up at the dome.

The movements of the two people are exactly the same... When you feel the "lossness" in this world, the traveler who enters the visual world becomes the emperor sitting on the throne of the giant, but the price of becoming the "king of the giant" is that you will never see the light.

Because the king sitting on the top of the mountain had nothing in his eyes.

His pupils were "taken away".

"Wind and Thunder, the origin of the Daozong's evil-control technique comes from the Giant King's eyes." Ning Yi murmured: "This is also the most intense sound I heard at the beginning, but in the end, the world became quiet... not because everyone died, but because the Giant King's eyes were taken away. The final torture was invisible and could not be heard. Sitting alone on the throne and suffering the torture of loneliness."

The giant king raised his head and looked at the dome.

There are taller and larger "giants" on the dome.

A vague figure in a black robe seemed to crouch down like a huge ancient god.

Ning Yi expanded his hands on his lips, and bulged his whole body and said loudly: "Raise the roof!"

The "ancient god" seemed to understand human language.

Immediately afterwards.

The only place in the backyard is not exposed to light... The thatched hut, with a bang, the grass clippings flew, and the bell of the Daozong's wind and thunder shattered the roof of the thatched hut.

Ning Yi fell into the thatched hut and instantly withdrew from the visual world.

My whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

In the thatched hut, there is a table with a jade plate on each side.

Two balls of black mist floating on the jade plate.

The light fell, and the dark mist made a violent "hissing" sound under the scorching sun, and finally dissipated the dust and dirt... revealing its original appearance.

Two eyeballs that are as pure as glass.

A wind lingering.
Chapter completed!