1879 Sad World

The owner of Jiulong menmén waited quietly for a long time, thinking about what would happen. But after thinking about it for a long time, what I can think of is all good things. All the large and small forces have disappeared. In this area, only Jiulong meén's family is dominant. Even if peripheral forces enter, Jiulong meén It can also get a lot of benefits, usher in a new development, and it is also possible to become a big force.

The expression on the old man's face made Jiulong ménmén extremely unreet, especially after the old man's calculation was correct. After a long time, the owner of Jiulong ménmén couldn't help it anymore and asked, "Lao Geng, is there anything else?"

"How many hours have passed now?"

"Eleven hours."

After Mr. Geng answered the question, he was silent again. After about half an hour, Mr. Geng said, "The point should not be Dazong..."

"Who else?"

The owner of Jiulong ménmén was shocked and blurted out. Geng Lao closed his eyes and began to calculate. Seeing the situation, the master of Jiulong ménmén did not dare to disturb him anymore. He stood quietly beside him, and his thoughts surged in his heart, "Who is the more powerful force than the Daozong?"

Hu Silun thought about it, and an hour passed. Geng Lao finally opened his eyes. Jiulong menmén bent down. Geng Lao said, "Don't mess with him. He promised him everything."

"Who do you promise?"

"You will know then."

"What if he wants my life?"

The owner of Jiulong mémén suddenly asked this extremely serious problem. Mr. Geng looked at the owner of Jiulong mémén and said, "Then you can ask for more blessings!"

"Geng Lao, this..."

"Okay, let's go out. I'll take a break."

Genglong issued an eviction order. Jiulong ménmén had tens of millions of questions in his heart, so he could only swallow them and go out. As soon as Jiulong ménmén went out, Genglong couldn't help spit out a mouthful of blood, which was still dark red.

"Why can't it be calculated? Is it his own reason? Or did someone block it for him?

Just now, when the owner of Jiulong ménmén asked who it was, it was not that Mr. Geng didn't want to say it. It was really that Mr. Geng did not calculate it, but this did not make Mr. Geng feel the most strangest. The strange thing was that Mr. Geng vaguely calculated that he would

"How can I get in touch with someone I've never met?"

Geng Lao said that although he believed in his calculations, he frowned and thought for a moment, but walked out silently, "If I do this, will I still get in touch?"

Chu Nan didn't know what happened. He was still staring at the fight between Chang Mingge and E Yi in front of him. Under great pressure, E Yi played a great role. The Chang Ming Song became more and more brave. To be precise, the sadness of Chang Ming Song became stronger and stronger, and the scope of bō also expanded rapidly.

"Such a sad mood?"

Chu Nan said that if the virtual fire swallows these sad emotions, the virtual fire will definitely increase a lot. Of course, Chu Nan just wants to think about it. If this emotion hurts Chang Mingge, Chu Nan will naturally let the virtual fire swallow this emotion.

However, Chu Nan clearly felt that these sad emotions were changing, but they were still in the stage of quantitative change, but Chu Nan felt that the sad mood of Chang Ming Ge was not far from the threshold of qualitative change.

"Sad nature change? What will it become? The virtual fire is born from the seven emotions. If you swallow the seven emotions that have undergone qualitative change, will the virtual fire also have a qualitative change? If the quality of the virtual fire also changes, I'm afraid the virtual fire will be more fierce. Those who are slightly weaker probably can't suppress it.

Time flows quickly like running water.

E Yi's situation is even more critical, because he finds that he no longer avoids the attacks of famous songs as easily as before, and has to fight with him one after another, which is very unfavorable for E Yi, who is good at soul attacks and has a rather weak body attack.

On the one hand, on the other hand, E Yi also found that his "death bell" had less and less influence on Changming songs. On the contrary, the sad emotions flowing from Changming songs gradually became more and more influential to him.

Emotions can only be emotions, nihilistic, ethereal, can be felt, but can't touch mō, but at this moment, Eyi can touch mō, just around the body, the hands can mō, the nose can breathe, and even the eyes can faintly see, like fog, but not as thick as fog, a It is like water vapor, but it is a little thicker than water vapor.

It's just that this kind of emotion has turned into an entity, which makes the sound of the "death bell" sound of E Yi changed a lot. Because of this, the power of the soul attack has weakened. Although E Yi still has a secret method, he did not use it. He still clearly remembers what Chu Nan said just now.

E Yi felt this way, and among the warriors watching the battle next to him, the weaker, had been completely infected by the sad mood. Unconsciously, the corners of his eyes were full of tears.

In the crowd, a warrior accidentally saw his companion next to him and couldn't help asking, "Cing Ke, why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry. Who said I cried? The man bleeds but didn't cry. How could I cry? It's almost like you cried.

"I'm serious. You really cried. If you don't believe me, your face is full of tears."

Cheng Keyi mō, as expected, a handful of tears, said, "Strange, how can I shed tears? I'm not crying. Where did the tears come from? As he spoke, Cheng Ke's tears flowed faster and faster.

And the man who asked just now also mō. The two of them were suspicious and cried together while holding their heads.

More and more people are crying. Chu Nan can naturally see such a vision clearly, "Is the qualitative change coming soon?"

Shu Lao said in his heart, "Ye Cangming's son is indeed the proud son of heaven." Qian Lei thought, "The people around Mr. Chu are all extraordinary. If Mr. Chu opens a sect, I'm afraid..."

Qian Lei did not continue to think about it, but suddenly looked up and saw that it was raining in the sky. In the void, it usually could not rain. It was extremely rare to rain, but at this time, it rained.

Moreover, the rain is also strange. It's not a large area, but it's just a radius of 700 meters, but this 700 meters is just the place covered by the sadness of Changming Song.

"Sad world?"

Qian Lei's doubts and shocks were continuous. Chang Mingge still didn't feel the same. The sword was still dancing. E Yi's luck, unwillingness, anger and other thoughts were all drenched into fear, but instinctively resisted with the soul bell.

The level of the soul bell is not weak, and it can resist it slightly, but at this time, the famous singer suddenly drew a circle in the sword. Immediately, the rain scattered within a radius of 700 meters, instantly closed up and focused on the famous song sword.

The famous song was stabbed with a sword. E Yi felt the coming of death and hurriedly blocked it with the soul bell, but the sword was like running water. It passed by the soul bell and stabbed E Yi Dantian. E Yi panicked abnormally, but he shouted desperately, "He told you not to kill me, you want to..." A blood arrow came out. When E Yi saw the blood coming out of part of his Dantian, he felt as if he was really dead. Chang Mingge ōu sword and said, "You are already dead."

At this time, the atmosphere of Changming songs changed. Qian Lei, who knew all this, lost his voice and said, "In ancient times, he is being promoted again!" Mo Youduo was even more shocked than Qian Lei. Chang Mingge spent nine years of two tigers in the ruins of the array to step into the ancient realm, but how much time has passed, and he actually entered the realm that some martial artists can only reach for hundreds of years.

Qian Lei's eyes moved away from Chang Mingge and fell on Chu Nan. "Miss Xiao said that this person has a great opportunity. Does this opportunity still affect the people who follow him?"

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