Chapter 187 Disaster to the East

In the far east of the mainland, above the waves and clouds, the light and air surged, and a red giant mountain appears from time to time.

On the top of the mountain, a magnificent and huge palace stands on it.

The palace is full of purple gold, and countless ancient sacred characters appear. In the deepest part, there is a black fog.

Above the palace is the light of the sun bombarded like a pillar of light, with a diameter of 100 meters, like a raging golden flame, arrogant and domineering, straight through the top of the hall, like a sea of golden fire, suddenly spreading.

In the sea of golden fire, the black fog lurks in it, changing thousands of shapes, but it does not scatter.

"Da Ri Kui Kui, sky fire ashes, forging my god..."

A series of bytes like scriptures came out of the black fog, resounding in the hall, and the voice was old and deep, like a morning bell and evening drum, strong and heavy.

And the black light fog changed thousands of people with this obscure byte in the sea of fire.

Suddenly, the old voice stopped, and the light and gas changed and stopped. After a while, there was a whisper like a whisper.

"Huh? That boy actually came to me? The time has not come. Isn't he looking for his own death? Strange boy..."

Thousands of light and fog collected, turned into a man in a dark dragon robe, with black hair and a shawl, his face was blurred, and his body was surrounded by light ink, floating out of the hall.

At this time, on the mountainside of the "Nightmare Mountain", second only to the magnificent dark gold palace, in a fiery red building similar to a castle, a red giant is suspended in the air, enjoying the burning and quenching of the fire of the sun.

At this moment, the golden fire of the sun is condensed to a diameter of about ten meters, and the color is not as bright as that on the dark gold palace, but it is still domineering and burning everything.

Just as the giant enjoyed the golden fire, in the middle of the hall, a suspended golden compass suddenly turned. When it turned, an infinite red light burst out, condensed lines, and finally converged into a series of esoteric characters.

"Huh? That boy actually moved in advance and flew to the Nightmare Mountain. What the hell is he doing? The time is not ripe..."

The red giant rushed out of the golden fire of the sun, his fingers kept fiddling on the golden compass, and the flame characters became clearer and clearer.

"It can't be wrong. This boy is indeed coming to the 'Nightmare Mountain'. What the hell is he doing?"

The giant pondered for a while, and suddenly held the compass in his hand and strode to the outside of the hall. Every step, an infinite red flame rose behind him, as if the V of Fire God was coming.

..............................

In the void, Wu Pengwei shuttled like an arrow.

Under him are a piece of winding clouds. The morning sun is born, and the clouds are shining, creating a rare beautiful scenery between heaven and earth.

Wu Pengwei did not want to appreciate it.

"Kid, where are you going? What exactly did you mean just now?

"Yin" chased Wu Pengwei and kept asking.

"I'm afraid." Wu Pengwei suddenly said something that made "Yin" confused.

"Afraid? The Lord of Dark Chen is just a primary god of war. Even if there are 'Lord of Blood Chen' and 'Lord of Qing Chen', the strength of the three of them will not be stronger than you and me. Even we have a great chance of defeating them. Why are you afraid?" Yin is incomprehensive. He is a dragon. His strength is not inferior to that of the primary martial arts god, and his body is extremely hard. It can be said that he is unparalleled in the world.

"No, I'm not afraid of the 'Lord of Dark Days'," Wu Pengwei shook his head, but recalled the in his mind of the indomitable demon god. Just the luster of the silver one-eyed made him feel palpitated. "I was afraid of the powerful force to stand behind them. Yes, if I'm not mistaken, it's a huge puppet with projection.

"Projection possession? How is that possible?" Yin suddenly lost his color, and his face turned whiter than ever before.

He knows exactly what projection means.

The power of the "water mirror old man" is so powerful. In the fantasy set under the "Tiandu Mountain", the "yin" with the power of the dragon can hardly move in it. It is easily suppressed like a small loach, and the strange power is almost unpredictable.

Unlike the scene of being suppressed by Taishi and others, in the fantasy of the "water mirror old man", "Yin" has no power to fight back at all. From beginning to end, it is like a passer-by and an ant in the human world. It can only stand by and can't make a trace of resistance.

If there is a trace of resistance, a hundred times more power will emerge.

In that fantasy, "Yin" feels that he is just an ant, an insignificant ant.

This is just a projection of the master of the divine world, an illusory projection, and there is no concrete projection.

He can't imagine how powerful the power would be if such a projection was attached to a body and had substantial flesh and blood.

"How about this?" Yin's face turned pale, and thousands of thoughts turned around in his mind, but they were all useless. The power of projection was too strong, and it was not a simple martial arts realm that could explain the confrontation.

The power of both sides has never been on the same level.

"So the disaster will lead to the east." Wu Pengwei looked at "Yin" with a smile.

It seemed that he sensed the smile in the other party's eyes. "Yin" coughed, and then Shi Ran asked, "Can you explain it clearly?"

"It's very simple. If this side's trial of the stars is respected by the supervisor, I believe that they must have a way to deal with projection. Otherwise, everything will be in a mess. The group of people who are 'Lord of Dark Stars' can already rule this side of stars." Wu Pengwei curled his lips and said.

"Not bad." Yin" hit the fist with palm and suddenly realized, "Why didn't I expect that this world is respected by the supervisor. They must have a way to suppress the projection power. It's good. It seems that I haven't slept well recently, which has seriously affected my thinking and analysis ability."

"But, no, the supervisor has the method of clamping the 'projection'. Isn't it a piece of cake to deal with you? Whether it's the inspector or the 'Lord of Darkness', you are looking for your own death.

"Yin" suddenly remembered a very critical problem. Whether it is the supervisor or the "Lord of Dark Chen", their goal is to hunt Wu Pengwei. Therefore, the wolf kiss escapes to the tiger's mouth without any substantive significance.

"So, the degree is very important." Wu Pengwei smiled, and a white floating cloud flashed around him.

Degree? What degree? Do you have a fever or are you crazy?" Yin felt that he was about to collapse. He found that he was getting more and more ignorant of the little guy in front of him. He used to think that he was a talented talent, but in less than two years, the other party had a huge change that he had never expected.

To understand, "Yin" is the king of ancient conspiracy, the ancestors, the most cunning dragon scum, when can't you measure a human's mind?

"It's very simple, like this." Wu Pengwei suddenly stopped.

"Yin" is puzzled: "What are you doing? Stop is your so-called degree?"

Wu Pengwei just looked up at the east, then swiped it with his hand and said to himself, "Yes, I can see the black spot. The distance is not far. It can be reached in a thousandth of an instant."

He nodded to himself and completely put the "yin" aside.

"Hey, boy, did you listen to me? Do you want to drive the tiger away from the wolf, but the tiger is still there after the wolf is gone. What should you do? What else did you say? I don't think you want to play with fire and burn yourself." Yin sneered, but he expected Wu Pengwei to refute himself. No one wanted to die in vain, and the ancient dragon was no exception.

An unknown tomorrow is always worth looking forward to.

However, the expected counterattack explanation did not appear. Wu Pengwei just suddenly squatted down and sat half on a cloud. With the rising sunrise light, he narrowed his eyes and stared at the east like a sculpture, without saying a word, as if there was his deepest concern.

"Yin" seemed to be thoughtful and closed his mouth knowingly.

Time passed quietly. It was not until half an hour later that Wu Pengwei suddenly slapped him, stood up and sighed, "It's really disappointing. It's rare to be quiet for half an hour, and the annoying guy still came."

At the moment of speaking, in the far south, a red red cloud surged, like a flame soaring into the sky, sweeping half of the sky.

In the red cloud, there is a giant towering, with winding horns to the sky on both sides. The faces are square, and there is only one strange eye, lying in the center of the face, tightly closed, like a lifeless statue of the demon god.

At the foot of this statue, a man with a black-haired shawl is kneeling on one knee. He is worshipping at the feet of the demon god, with a humble and respectful look.

The fiery red clouds stagnated ten meters in front of Wu Pengwei.

At this time, the "Lord of Darkness" jumped down from the fire cloud and stepped forward to Wu Pengwei. He said coldly, "Kid, I'll give you a burning time. Tell me that you choose to submit or die. There are many ways to die. I will give the most painful one as a reward for you to cut my arm. Answer."

The Lord of Dark Chen said indifferently, and his tone was as proud as the nobles before the beggar.

Wu Pengwei didn't even look at him. He just turned his head and said to the "Yin" beside him, "The so-called degree depends on the degree of your grasp. Old Yin, you are old. Don't you understand that there must be a injury when the two tigers compete with each other?"

"Yin" suddenly became angry: "It's an injured tiger, and man is invincible."

Wu Pengwei laughed, "Who said I was going to be the enemy?"

"Yin" was stunned.

"Lord of Darkness" was completely enraged, "Kid, you haven't even looked at me, but you look down on me?"

In addition to anger, the wind suddenly rose in the sky. Countless white-bone lotus flowers gathered at the feet of the "Lord of Dark Time" and turned into a huge white bone magic lotus with a diameter of 100 meters. In the middle of the lotus flower, there is a black hair instantly washed like a silver pen.

The endless gloomy wind rises, and the howling of the wronged soul resounds through the void, as if even people's hearts and souls can be torn apart, and even the newborn morning sun is dark.