Since his practice, Yi Qianmo has experienced countless storms and crises, but he has never despaired as he is now!

With those eyes solidified, he could not think of any way to make himself survive. In despair, he even regretted that he had not listened to Su Qing and came to this meteoric world.

But he thought this was just a small world, but he didn't expect that this was actually a realm of the three thousand worlds, and all the creatures he encountered were invincible.

"Who are you?"

The sound came, piercing Yi Qianmo's eardrums and pouring into his sea of ​​consciousness, "The essence of life!"

As the sound fell, flames burned on his body, and the essence of life could not resist the flame. The skin around him instantly turned into coke, and the flesh and blood mixed and burned, making a "wavy" sound.

He doesn't want to die, he still has a lot of things to do!

Yi Qianmo gritted his teeth and sent a message to Asma, saying, "Help me once, I owe you a favor!"

However, Asma ruthlessly rejected him and said, "Thank you? How much is your favor worth?"

Yi Qianmo was speechless. He still had a little expectation for Asma, but at this moment he realized that Asma was not his friend at all and did not rely on anything.

As the sun's true fire became more and more intense, he had no choice but to use the second piece of life essence. With the huge vitality injected in, the flames that had originally burned into his body were extinguished.

The vitality continues to repair the body, and the flames continue to burn, achieving a balance.

But Yi Qianmo knew that if this continues, he will still be unable to escape death after the essence of life is used up. All ideals and beliefs will be gone at this moment!

"A thousand miles of land, heroes can find Sun Zhongmou."

A voice came from a distance, and the sound was a little familiar. Yi Qianmo felt that he had heard it somewhere, which made him feel clever and immediately awake.

"who?"

The eyes in the sun were also searching around, but no one was found.

"The dance halls and singing stages are always blown away by the rain and wind. The setting sun is grass and trees, ordinary alleys, and human beings say that the slaves once lived."

There is a bit of vicissitudes in this voice, and it seems that it is memorizing something.

The sun transformed from the Emperor Garden once again released a blazing light, which shone thousands of miles apart, and the Dragon Palace was also included.

"Dragon Hall... here... how could there be a Dragon Hall here? Where is this? Why is there a Dragon Hall here!"

It was not until now that Emperor Yuan discovered the existence of the Dragon Palace, but his voice was filled with horror.

"This is the Fallen Spirit World!"

Yi Qianmo said with all his might.

As soon as these words came out, Yi Qianmo saw the huge sun transformed from the imperial garden tremble slightly, as if he had seen something terrifying.

The fire immediately rolled up Yi Qianmo, and the sun turned into a huge golden crow, trying to escape from here.

But the voice came again: "I remember back then, the golden swords and iron horses were so angry that they were like tigers. Yuanjia had grass and sealed the wolf and the servants, and won the big hunting north."

What is Sun Zhongmou? What is the seal of the wolf's servant, and what is the panic of the north?

Yi Qianmo couldn't understand this meaning at all. He just felt that it should be a name, a place, and an event!

But at this moment, he was swept up by himself by flames and wanted to take him away from this place, and he had no ability to break free.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

A familiar coolness emerged, and in this world of heat waves, a ray of white suddenly appeared, like snowflakes floating all over the sky.

Under the blazing sunlight, crystal light flashed.

Even Yi Qianmo felt a chill, but the chill at this moment was not as harsh as before. When his spiritual sense penetrated through, he actually saw countless white shadows!

Yes, it was exactly the same as the shadows seen outside the body of the old tree spirit, and these shadows gathered into a ball and turned into a huge palm!

"Forty-three years, I still remember the road of immortality in my eyes."

The voice came again. This time Yi Qianmo felt it. It was coming from the Dragon Palace. He even thought that the sculpture with his head cut off was resurrected!

Just as he was thinking, the palm of the white shadow gathered suddenly came from bottom to top and slapped at the golden crow. The gathering of coldness sealed all the light in the world!

The sun is very big and very fierce!

But when the palm touched it, it instantly froze into ice. With the pinch of the palm, all the light disappeared, and the world fell into silence again!

Yi Qianmo felt that everything in front of him was like a dream, but at this moment, the voice came again and said, "It's worth looking back. Under the Buddha's temple, there is a piece of divine crow club drum. Who asked... Lian Po is old, can he still eat?"

Who is Lian Po?

Yi Qianmo had only this question left in his mind. At this moment, the palms gathered in the sky came to him from top to bottom.

"It's over!"

Thinking of the scene where the golden crow was crushed in an instant, Yi Qianmo's body trembled slightly, and at this moment he didn't even have the idea of ​​resisting.

However, the palm slowly fell down and slapped him on his body, but there was no feeling. It was just countless white shadows that suddenly dragged him up and they slowly headed towards the Dragon Palace.

Yi Qianmo, who had just escaped, returned to the Dragon Palace again. He found that the formation patterns of the Dragon Palace were lit up again. What was even more incredible is that the sculpture with the broken head was actually complete.

It was an extremely handsome face, with a crown of jade, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand, graceful and graceful. His eyes were deep, but not like an abyss, but more like a sea, which could accommodate all rivers.

This person is very familiar with him. He has seen him in his dreams, and in the dream that Meng Po analyzed to him.

Last time, he stood in a high hall and sat in the throne!

"Lian...Who is Lian Po?"

After Yi Qianmo fell, he asked subconsciously.

The figure transformed from the sculpture did not mean to answer. He just said to himself, "So... it's now."

"So it's now?"

Yi Qianmo frowned.

At this moment, the figure suddenly looked at him, his eyes fell on him, and he smiled slightly: "It turns out it's because of you!"

"Because of me?"

Yi Qianmo is even more puzzled. Why is it because of me?

"unimportant!"

He seemed to be able to see through his thoughts, "It's just a conversation from the past!"

“Past conversation?”

Yi Qianmo was even more confused.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that his body was uncontrolled and trembled slightly, as if something was about to conflict in his body.

"Since you and I have a fate, I will give you this opportunity!"

The man said, "Do you want it?"

"If you want it, of course!"

Yi Qianmo said immediately.
Chapter completed!