The magma gushing out of the sea of ​​Miaoyan tumbling out, beating the naked stones that have been melted into a very smooth manner. After tens of millions of years of smelting, these stones have become one of the rare refining materials in the world. However, in this kind of Jedi, even if you want to remove the stone, you don’t have the ability to cross the sea of ​​slurry thousands of miles.

There is a deep building under the Sea of ​​Desolation. These buildings are made of such naked stones and are not eroded by any magma. Inside the Prison, in the center of a dome hall surrounded by heavy killing formations, a long bottle is locked by black chains. The bottle has not been touched for a long time, and some rock gray has fallen.

The mouth of the long bottle is also covered with a talisman, which seems to be to suppress the things in the bottle.

The hall was lonely and silent, and suddenly a slight sound of glass beads falling to the ground came. The sound of landing seemed to come from outside, slowly approaching the hall.

Da da!

The sound became louder and louder, until it became a slap like a heavy raindrop. The closed giant door of the hall was suddenly broken open, and a blast of fire was raised, tearing and swallowing up the gravel around the hall.

The hall vibrated violently, and the iron chains roared wildly, pulling the long bottle and swaying continuously.

The soul in the long bottle was swaying and a faint light appeared at the talisman at the mouth of the bottle, shaking the soul's escape route.

Several black and red figures quickly came in through the broken door gap. Everyone wore a dragon-headed mask on their faces, and their arms were equipped with a unique dragon-claw-shaped weapon. The claws were sharp and they looked extraordinary.

The person in charge had the most complex pattern in his clothes. There was a distinct dragon pattern on his chest, with his teeth and claws spreading, and his claws were lifelike.

The man glanced at the others, and the remaining people nodded together, formed a formation of a human formation, each took out a spiritual talisman, put it on his chest, and passed all the spiritual power to the person in charge.

The man was not vague, and immediately slapped his palm and destroyed all the killing formations like a destruction. All the killing formations were destroyed, as if they had activated the mechanism in the dark. A stream of hot and red magma flowed out from the cracks at the top of the hall, and wanted to completely swallow the hall.

Several people looked at each other, and the person in the leader tore up the space with bare hands, reached out and got the bottle straight from the space at the other end, and did not dare to stay for a long time, so he immediately activated the formation and left through the space.

The hall became empty in an instant, and a figure broke through the space and arrived.

"Damn." This man saw that the chain had become empty and the spirit bottle disappeared, and his face was immediately distorted. He was the Tianmeng Sect who came to visit the spirit bottle. Now, because of his negligence, unknown forces have taken away the spirit bottle. Now his resources for training for the next thousand years will probably be empty.

Immediately afterwards, another person came here. Bafang Liuli wore a simple gray robe, narrowed her eyes and laughed out loud inexplicably, not knowing why.

The man saw Bafang Liuli and immediately lowered his head and said, "Sir, the spirit bottle is lost, what should we do?"

"Report Zhou Minglun, wait for him to deal with you." Bafang Liuli said in a very short and cold manner, turned around and left, leaving the ruins engulfed by the slurry. She left the man alone at a loss.

A paradise filled with flowers in a certain place, several dragon-faced people traveled through the space and came here.

A girl in red was playing with mud casually and pinched it into a human shape. There were many servants standing not far away from her, and she was respected. Judging from her appearance, she was the leader of the Dragon Bible Sect that Ling Xi had met. This paradise is the base camp of the Dragon Bible Sect.

"Master, we have it." The leader presented the spirit bottle with great respect.

"Take it." The girl in red threw away the mud man in her hand and reached out to take the spirit bottle.

The girl looked at the spirit bottle, played around for a few seconds, and laughed out a series of pleasant ringtones: "It's interesting, what can a dead person do? Those humans are always very arrogant."

She tore off the talisman at the mouth of the bottle, and a flash of light, the trapped soul inside broke free from the bondage and flew out of the bottle. The girl took a move, tied her soul tightly to the palm of her hand, and said, "Take his body."

Several Dragon worshipers carried a sealed coffin. The coffin opened, stirring up the cold air, and a figure that had been covered in dust for a long time was revealed.

Ling Xi's chest was stained with blood, and a big hole was blasted out. His eyes were closed and he had no rest.

"Go and go home and have a look." The girl let go of her hand and her soul immediately crawled back into Ling Xi's body.

The soul merged into Ling Xi's body without any obstacles, without any brilliant light, and without any difficulty. After a long silence, Ling Xi's well-preserved body revived. He first moved his fingers and then opened his eyes.

Ling Xi's eyes were gray when they opened, and then they didn't move for a long time. His eyes were straight and he stared at the sky without any hesitation.

One person was confused and wanted to ask, but the girl raised her hand and looked at the coffin with a smile.

"Take out those mechanical techniques and let him practice his hands." After the girl said that, the Dragon Believer brought twelve golden armored puppets again. Each of these puppets is like a human, but it is more pure than humans. It is a completely artificial weapon, driven by the spiritual power in the body, without emotion, and cold and decisive decision.

"Kill him." The girl ordered the twelve golden armored puppets and pointed at Ling Xi, who was stunned in the coffin.

The golden armored puppet immediately revived, and carried out the girl's orders without fail, lifted her fist covered by the golden armor and smashed her face towards Ling Xi. If this punch was hit firmly, it would probably splash blood on the spot.

Just as the fist was approaching Ling Xi, a mottled and bloody hand raised and blocked the fist.

Ling Xi raised a hand in the coffin and easily blocked the attack of the golden armored puppet. His eyes fluctuated slightly and moved towards the golden armored puppet.

The golden-armored puppet didn't know what it was to retreat, so he continued to raise his other hand and smashed it at Ling Xi.

In an instant, a black shadow popped out from the coffin. Ling Xi stood up and punched through the head of the golden-armored puppet in front of him. The fist came out from the other side of the head without any damage.

The other eleven golden-armored puppets approached. Ling Xi glanced at her eyes, and her other hand drooped down, condensed into an ice chain knife with spiritual power, twisted her body to avoid the attack of a puppet, threw the ice chain knife out, instantly pierced the shell of a golden-armored puppet, tearing it into two halves, and turning it into an ice sculpture.

Ling Xi shook the ice chain knife for a week. Recently, the blade of the ice chain knife was brushed by the girl's face, and it was only a slight cut to her. The girl was still smiling and could not see any fear. However, the Dragon Beggars beside her were very scared.

The ice chain knife slashed through the bodies of all the golden armored puppets. Ling Xi put the knife in hand. The ice chain knife turned into pieces of ice scales and fell, melting in a few breaths, and there was no trace anymore. All the twelve golden armored puppets were killed by Ling Xi in an instant, and there was no chance to struggle and resist.

Ling Xi exhaled a breath of blood and touched the big hole in his chest that was broken, and his fingers trembled slightly.

A pill filled with medicine appeared in the girl's hand and threw it to Ling Xi with a blink of an eye. Ling Xi didn't even look at it, and reached out to catch it, put the pill on her teeth. With a click, the pill was bitten and broken into two halves.

A petrified insect came out of it. After Ling Xi swallowed the pill and entered his abdomen, he woke up from his body and penetrated into Ling Xi's brain to control him.

Ling Xi spit out the worm in his mouth and swallowed the pill. The hole in his chest immediately recovered at the speed of the naked eye, and healed together, without even leaving a scar.

"Brother Ling, how do you feel?" the girl asked with a smile.

Ling Xi ignored her and turned around and was about to leave.

"I know what you want to do. But do you know that five hundred years have passed since then?"

Ling Xi's body stopped and had not taken action for a long time. He opened his mouth and a hoarse word came out of his mouth: "It's been five hundred years, so what?" When he said this, his hands were weakly released, his heart was as water as dead, without any turbulence.

"You are very unwilling to accept it. It has been five hundred years, day and night, every year, every day, every moment, but you have not done anything." The girl asked with a smile.

"No pain, no loneliness. I need nothing."

"You need our help. Without us, you can't avenge." The girl came to Ling Xi and held one of his hands: "The Heavenly Alliance spans the twelve realms, and half of the human race is under its control. The sea race can compete with the human race. If you are impulsive again, you will have no chance of resurrection."

Ling Xi looked into the girl's eyes and asked, "What do you want?"

The girl showed a white smile and her eyes were bright: "Resurrect the six gods. Only in this way can you have the ability to destroy the Heavenly Alliance, slaughter the sea clan, and complete your revenge."

"Why me?" Ling Xi was not affected by her words and asked indifferently.

"You are the savior in the prophecy of Xilong. You will give six gods again and break the seal of the Heaven and Earth Lord." The girl smiled and clapped her hands without waiting for Ling Xi to respond.

The Dragon Worshipers immediately presented a set of black clothes, and there was a mask directly above the clothes. The mask was nothing else, but the relics of Luo Tian, ​​the leader of Guyun Sect.

Ling Xi used this mask for a long time, but it was still lost. I don’t know where it went. Now, it appears in front of itself again, and has not changed at all after the passage of time.

It is still it, but Ling Xi is no longer the Ling Xi once was.

He reached out to take the mask, his eyes traveled through the present, returned to the past, and murmured: "Once upon a time, I chose to take off the mask. At that time, I was Ling Xi, no longer someone else. But I also endorsed the price of taking off the mask. I regret it."

Ling Xi slowly raised his hand and covered the mask on his face: "Give me another chance, I would rather never be Ling Xi." The mask completely covered Ling Xi's face, completely integrated, and could never be taken off.

He made a choice and began to repay the price he paid for his impulse five hundred years ago.

"Life and death are rotated, no one can escape." The girl laughed with satisfaction.

All the dragon worshipers around him knelt down and bowed to the girl and said, "The leader will ride the dragon for thousands of years! The leader will ride the dragon for thousands of years!"
Chapter completed!