The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1894 God Jiuqi

Leng Wuyou watched the octagonal building collapse suddenly, and a light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The light formed a light curtain, just like a shuttle door. He and Jun Moyan looked at each other. Isn't this a surprise?
"Go, go in and have a look."

Leng Wuyou watched as Jun Moyuan walked towards the portal first, but Jun Moyuan walked in front of him and blocked him behind.

"I come."

The moment they passed through the shuttle door, it was as if they had passed through a layer of transparent bubble film. With a bang, the two of them passed through.

The duo who ran frantically over there were followed by a group of men in black robes, clattering, that posture, from a distance, looked like a piece of black water, rushing towards the center of the entire city.

Leng Wuyou and Jun Moyuan passed through the portal, and they were a little surprised when they saw it.

In the dark space, there is a long desk with all kinds of rare treasures on it, and a painting is placed at the center of the desk.

There is no one in the portrait, but there is a powerful energy faintly fluctuating in it.

When Leng Wuyou was paying attention to the portrait, he felt an inexplicably familiar feeling, and with this feeling came waves of hostility that could not be suppressed.

The same is true for Jun Moyuan on the side. He lowered his eyes, and blood was rolling in the depths of his eyes, and the original Demon Venerable in the center of his soul was cross-legged on the altar, and the chains on his body wrapped him around him, as if he had sensed something suddenly. , suddenly opened his eyes, and two of the chains on his body snapped.

He saw the outside world through Jun Moyuan's eyes. In the portrait in his eyes, there appeared a person in it. Gods.

His body was filled with divine power, making people dare not look directly at him.

Mozun's eyes narrowed, and dark lights flashed across his eyes, his expressionless face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice mist.

People can't see the expression on his face clearly, but they can see his slightly moving lips, uttering silent words, "Shen Jiuqi..."

The empty portrait kept the fire of Nirvana in Leng Wuyou's divine sea constantly agitating, a burst of angry will was transmitted from it, and Leng Wuyou's consciousness that was burning was a bit in a trance.

within the space.

The fat boy was snoring and falling asleep, but suddenly he seemed to notice something, and sat up abruptly.

The original innocence in those eyes was gone, replaced by strands of deepness, like an abyss of cold pools, making it difficult to see the emotions inside.

He waved his hand and looked at the picture in front of him, looking at the painting and the blurred person in the painting, his eyes were full of killing intent.

"Shen Jiuqi, it's been a long time, tsk."

Fat Boy's eyebrows were somewhat mocking, and his fingertips tapped on the light curtain in front of him one after another, and the light curtain caused waves of waves when he tapped it.

"Should I thank you? If I didn't feel your breath today, maybe I won't wake up completely."

Fat Baby lowered his voice, his small body began to elongate, and gradually became transparent. For a moment, the round and chubby boy disappeared, and what appeared in place was a slender figure in white clothes with a somewhat illusory figure whose face could not be seen clearly. juvenile.

"Shen Jiuqi, you will lose this round."

I put my finger on my chest, and moved it a few times, a white light shot directly into the fog-shrouded space in the space.

Leng Wuyou only felt a burst of dizziness in her brain, a burst of shaking in the space, and even her spirit was a little unstable.

She raised her hand to press her temple, and let out a muffled grunt.

Jun Moyuan, who was in a chaotic state of mind, sensed that something was wrong with the breath around him, and the dark red in his eyes suddenly receded, and he looked sober and fell down without any worries.

"Seven Treasures."

Jun Moyuan exclaimed, looked at Leng Wuyou with a worried expression on his face, raised his fingertips to rest on her veins, felt the little girl's body was chaotic, her mind was unstable for a while, and her brows were furrowed Creases.

(End of this chapter)