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Lei Zhentian couldn't believe his eyes. The sudden and unexpected "Wonderland" in front of him made his spirit temporarily in a semi-dementia state.

"Who could have thought that the wetland swamp that is terrifyingly terrified has such a scene in its core area."

Lei Zhentian vomited the hot and boring air that had been going on for many days, breathing in the cool air around him, feeling his belly empty, and even the feeling of fatigue on his body slowly dispelled a lot.

"But, the sun is scattered on the wasteland, but it seems like the middle of winter. How did such a strange scenery come about?"

Just when Lei Zhentian had this question, he suddenly heard the sound of water flowing not far away, just like the sound of the silver bell colliding, which was fascinating.

Lao Lei unconsciously took his steps as he heard this pleasant voice.

And at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

"young people--"

The sudden sound from behind made Lao Lei breathe in a short and spasm-like breath, and he immediately turned around and kept fumbleing back and forth from the sound.

His eyes glanced back and forth three times and found that there was no one in front of him. Lei Zhentian was stunned for a moment, and Zhang Da's pupils were filled with surprise.

"Who is pretending to be a ghost? If you don't want to die, come out quickly."

When encountering unknown danger again, a stream of blood rushed to Lei Zhentian's head and his head buzzed. Thinking back on what happened just now, he had lost the confidence that could handle everything.

"Hahaha...Young man, I'm so angry. Moreover, I didn't pretend to be a fool, I just stood in front of you!"

When Lei Zhentian's eyes condensed into a straight line, he saw that it was an old tree talking to him, he quickly took a big step back and shouted in his mouth, "I CAO, tree spirit?"

“What is my CAO tree spirit?”

A figure gradually walked out from under the tree, and the pen of time portrayed the vicissitudes of time on his face.

From this man's slightly closed eyes, a turbid light emitted, his slender legs and hunched back were so laborious to support his staggering steps…

Immediately afterwards, under the gaze of Alzheimer's dementia, his green skin, which was originally integrated with the trees, turned into white like snow.

This hunchbacked old man actually changed color? Moreover, the pair of dark wings had completely exposed its identity in Lei Zhentian's eyes. It was basically no different from the "vampires" in the forest except that it was older.

Lei Zhentian narrowed his eyes into a thin slit and stared at the other party's face. He took off the iron sword he carried with him and prepared to wait for an opportunity to assassinate him with one sword.

And this old monster seemed to see what Lao Lei was planning. He first glanced at the iron sword in Lei Zhentian's hand, and muttered again, "What a sharp weapon." Then he stared at Lei Zhentian's eyes and said with a warning meaning, "Young man, I warn you. If you kill me, don't think of taking another step out of here. All your companions in the swamp will be left!"

The old monster said this sentence in an extremely cold tone. Therefore, Lao Lei had to carefully judge the authenticity of this sentence in his heart.

He picked up the iron sword in his hand and put it down. Since he didn't know much about the wetland swamp, Lei Zhentian finally did not choose to take action. He first asked the other party about his purpose and then made a decision.

"Who are you?" Lei Zhentian's tone became much calmer, but looking at his slightly raised eyebrows, he obviously didn't believe every word the old monster said.

"Hahaha, a bold young man, you broke into someone else's territory, but you still don't know who your master is."

"Well, let me tell you, I am the owner of the wetland swamp, the servant of the birthplace of the dragon, the guardian of the dragon, the chief of the evil dragon clan, -Simer!"

"And if you want to survive, you must do something for me!"

Listening to this long and long-winded name, Lei Zhentian first showed contemptuous eyes, then turned sharply and suddenly became surprised, then shocked, and finally stood there nervously, and felt a stream of cold sweat flowing on his spine.

What made Lao Lei nervous was not the name of the old monster, but as his tone gradually became stronger, Lei Zhentian discovered that from the forest opposite, countless evil dragon tribesmen who looked like "vampires" appeared.

"It can be seen that this old guy is not lying. Maybe he is really the leader of the clan."

The old monster suddenly appeared and looked for Lao Lei, speaking in a threatening tone. The reason why he did not use the human sea tactics and directly pressed up to subdue Lao Lei must have its small abacus!

"Do you want to intimidate so many extras?"

Although I don’t know what the old monster is doing, I am so naive that I think I have the ability to help it. But just this point, I didn’t leave any good impression on Lei Zhentian.

After experiencing two epic battlefields, Lei Zhentian still didn't know how to write the word "Fear". He probably judged something in his heart, and a faint sneer gradually outlined the corner of his mouth, "Old guy, you only said who you are. Then guess who I am?"

The old chief of the Dragon Clan, Semo, obviously could not see through the origin of Lao Lei. Otherwise, it would not have stood here and said so many unnutritious words.

When he saw the other party's very puzzled and puzzled eyes, Lei Zhentian seemed to be very satisfied with this reaction. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the old chief's turbid eyes, saying word by word, "Old monster, do you know, threatening me, this is a very dangerous move."

In order to increase the deterrence of this sentence, the Saint Crown armor that had disappeared slowly appeared on Lao Lei.

In an instant, a red light shrouded him, spraying out thousands of golden frames. The crown of thorns, the cold iron mask, and a pitch-black cloak wrapped around his shoulders. The wind was as strong as the king of the rings riding a flying dragon in the movie Ring.

The only difference is that two terrifying red lights shot out from the thin slits of the eyes on the mask.

Lei Zhentian seemed not satisfied with this. He continued to summon the hideous Spartan War Blade, and at the blink of an eye, crossing twenty meters away at a distance of three times the agility, and roared violently towards the densely packed dragon clan in the forest, "No one can threaten me, let me come over if you are not afraid of death!!!!!!!"
Chapter completed!