After a while, Lingwu felt as if he had broken free from his shackles and soared forward, while Han Yiming still fell down, and then he became dark before his eyes and lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he was still lying in the barrier, with mountains and waters, and everything around him had a luster and luster, but he could not see spiritual enlightenment or stars.

He sat up and looked around, but there was no trace of Lingwu. He was not hungry, so he got up and walked by a spring water for a while, and remembered Lingwu again.

Is that a dream? So true, Han Yiming doesn't think he is dreaming.

Suddenly a silver light flowed through the water, and Han Yiming looked closely and saw it indistinguishable.

When I looked again, a strong wind suddenly blew around me, and a dragon fell from the sky after a moment.

This dragon is not Lingwu, but Xiaoguai.

The little good dragon body is much thicker than Lingwu. There are conspicuous red and black marks under the dragon scales on its body, and the dragon scales are still shining with a faint blue light.

At this time, Xiaoguai still had many scars on his body, some of which were old, while others looked new.

Before Han Yiming asked, Xiaoguai had already let out a long whisper, flew around him and rolled him upwards.

But in a moment, Han Yiming had already seen deserted mountains around him, and Xiaoguai had already taken him out of the barrier.

Han Yiming tried to ride on Xiaoguai's back. After sitting on it, Xiaoguai still took him to fly towards him.

Han Yiming suddenly saw two scars on the back of the dragon beside his hand. One of the scales cracked, and the dragon skin below could be seen. The other scar was extremely long. Although the dragon scales were not broken, there were scratch marks in several consecutive pieces.

He couldn't help but think, "Is it because what I saw in my previous dream is wrong? I think it's Lingwu, but it's not Lingwu but Xiaoguai?"

He thought again in a blink of an eye: "What appeared before must be Lingwu, Lingwu or the young dragon, which is much smaller than Xiaoguai. Don't fall into Pingbo's hands!"

He couldn't help but ask Xiaoguai: "Xiaoguai, where is Lingwu?"

Xiaoguai seemed to have never heard of it, and just took him to fly towards one side. Han Yiming became more and more worried as he thought about it. He wanted to go back to see it, but Xiaoguai went straight to one side.

Han Yiming said anxiously: "Xiao Guai, I'll go back and take a look. I'm not relieved."

Suddenly, a lightning bolt slashed behind him, and Xiaoguai took Han Yiming and fell quickly.

Han Yiming turned his head to look, and a silver light was chasing him behind him.

Xiaoguai quickly landed on the ground, Han Yiming stood up, and Xiaoguai had already rushed upwards.

In a blink of an eye, there were thunder and lightning in the sky, and wind and rain were shattered.

Han Yiming brushed away the rain on his face and saw a silver light entangled with a white dragon above.

The sound of thunder came, which made Han Yiming's scalp numb. He knew that he should leave immediately, but when he saw Xiaoguai fighting fiercely above, he couldn't take a step.

Lightning flashed straight from the sky. Han Yiming stood for a moment, and a flash of inspiration flashed, and Xiaogui's dragon-scale shield flashed out, covering him.

The spiritual shield never saw him again since he went to Nankan. At this time, he appeared and Han Yiming couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, I heard Xingchen's voice in my heart: "Master, please help Xiaoguai with your arm, its dragon scales become your spiritual shield, and your spiritual power can help it."

Han Yiming was watching the dark clouds rolling above and lightning flashed, fearing that Xiao Guai would suffer a loss.

When he heard this, he hurriedly said, "How can I help it? Tell me, how can I help it?"

He looked at his scarred hands and was anxious. He no longer knew how to use his spiritual power after losing the sword, but it was too late to go back to Lingshan to get a spiritual sword.

Suddenly, a voice said, "Senior Brother, I'm here."

The sound was sweet and crisp. In a blink of an eye, a girl in purple appeared in his mind, Ling Xin.

Han Yiming had an extra hilt in his hand, and a purple sword appeared in his hand. The purple sword suddenly appeared, and he was stunned.

But after being stunned, Han Yiming stepped up and flew towards Xiaoguai.

There was another silver-long body in the sky, and Han Yiming first thought it was another little marmoset or dragon.

When I got closer, I saw that there was no feet on the long body, just a long snake with silver light.

But two small horns have grown on the snake's head, like branches

The horns are like branches, just like the horns on Xiaogui's head.

The silver-light snake was wrapped in lightning. Lightning appeared from time to time, and the thunder kept roaring, which was extremely powerful.

Although Xiaoguai is a fish and a dragon, his body is much smaller than it and does not have such a powerful momentum.

Han Yiming flew into the air, and the spirit shield had turned out and wrapped him tightly.

The spiritual shield was just turned out, and the lightning had already struck Han Yiming's eyes. When he hit the spiritual shield, he could hear the "crackling" sound.

Suddenly, Xingchen's voice said, "The head of the sect is a snake, a divine snake. Its spiritual power is stronger than Xiaoguai. Look at it, there is a pair of small spiritual wings under its head."

Han Yiming immediately looked down at the giant snake's skull. Xiaoguai and the giant snake were tangled into a pile, each of which was up and down, and there was no direction. In addition, the two were fighting each other, which was extremely ugly.

Suddenly Xiaoguai was pressed by the whistling snake, and the whistling snake opened its mouth and bit it at it. At this moment, Han Yiming saw that there were indeed two small wings under the skull of the skull, which were not feather-shaped, but seemed to be carved from jade, with a snow-white color and slightly shining.

He asked, "How can I help Xiaoguai? Xiaoguai is not its opponent!"

Even though Han Yiming had never seen Xiaoguai fight with the divine beast again, he saw that Xiaoguai was at a disadvantage when he saw the current shape. This giant snake was more powerful than Xiaoguai.

Xingchen said: "Slice off the pair of small wings, which are the wings of the singing snake. This singing snake is a spirit beast, and has been in the world for thousands of years. It has grown two spirit wings. If Xiaogue swallows it, it will get Xiaogue's spiritual power, grow four spirit wings, and become the new lord of the East."

Han Yiming was very anxious. He saw the wings of the snake, but he also saw lightning covering the head of the snake, covering the wings. He didn't know if he could cut off the wings, how could he cut off the wings?

Xiaoguai and Yingshe rolled around. Han Yiming changed several directions, but he didn't find the opportunity to get closer. While anxious, he suddenly heard Xingchen's voice saying, "Sect Master, you have to possess a sword to get closer."

Han Yiming said anxiously: "How do I possess the sword?"

Suddenly, the stars appeared beside him, and Han Yiming was shocked when he appeared.

Xingchen was covered with scars all over his body, with large scorched marks on the front and back of his chest, countless parts of his body were torn, and even his face and hands were scars.

None of these scars were blood-stained, but some could be seen very deep, while others had burnt skin.

The starry face was extremely handsome, and these scars seemed particularly hideous on him.

Han Yiming knew that he was injured, but he had never expected that he would be so seriously injured and stood aside.

Xingchen said: "The head of the sect was seriously injured, let me do it."

Han Yiming said anxiously: "How did that happen? You are so seriously injured."

Xingchen said: "I'm fine now. Isn't the head hurt too?"
Chapter completed!