Heavenly Creation Beast

Chapter 645 We Are the Foggy Clan

"The fog connects the heart." Lu Qian exhaled softly.

The darkness surrounded him, but the darkness, which only had a shape and no spirit, could not arouse the fear in his heart. His mood was calm, and he even quickly recovered his state in this familiar darkness.

The shallow state of the road cultivated in the dead darkness.

Lu Qian admits that he doesn't like that time of death and darkness, but he has already accepted and got used to all of this, and he will only exert stronger strength than usual in the face of the present darkness that looks like a god.

After all, he was born and raised in darkness!
"The fog connects the heart." Lu Qian sat down in the darkness very casually, he knew that this darkness was nothing but darkness.

It's the same in any place, even if he just sits down like this, what greets him and lifts him up is something called darkness.

The man in red just sat down, and the darkness swallowed everything. In this silent darkness, he couldn't see the blazing color of his red dress, but he didn't care.

Because he knew it was red, just as he slowly sketched out the colorful world in his own world.

Although it is difficult for other colors to exist in the dark, even in his heart, apart from a touch of fiery red, there is only a piece of white that is different from the outside, occupying a small place.

But he is no longer the lonely Luqian he used to be. He is used to the darkness, accepts the darkness, and makes the darkness his own strength.

In this way, it doesn't matter if there is only darkness left in his world, and other colors coexist with darkness in his heart.

"The fog connects the heart." Lu Qian sat in a loose posture, and slowly closed her purple eyes.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of a touch of clear and vivid blue, which broke into his world with the cunning of a girl and a deep bond with him.

It exists in the darkness, although it has not emitted its clear blue light, but he knows that it exists.

"The fog connects the heart." Lu Qian slowly stretched out his hand, no one could see his movements in the dark, but he could feel his movements.

Wujie Lianxin, the Wujie family who are best at illusions and illusions, are you unwilling to be angry and resent everything in your heart after being forced to become a magic weapon...

Arouse the unwillingness in your heart, arouse the anger in your heart, arouse the resentment in your heart, and arouse all the negative emotions in your heart...

The fog knot family, the essence is fog...

And me, Lu Qian, a quasi-emperor who was born in the darkness and grew up in the darkness, the core of my power is the fog, not to mention that the body I use now is the child of the fog that is closest to the fog... …

Come, communicate with me, serve me, and become my family...

Lu Qian didn't break the illusion, even though he could do it easily, because he had a bigger conspiracy in his heart.

Everyone thought that the Wujie clan was extinct, and they died in the hunting and killing of Huanyu monks.

But Lu Qian, whose origin is fog, can perceive the rich vitality hidden in the light yellow fog at the moment when the illusion arrives.

The Wujie clan didn't really die, and what he encountered this time may be the surviving fire of the Wujie clan.

At the moment when he discovered this, Lu Qian didn't think that the monks in Huanyu used to use up the Wujie clan, even though Lu Qian knew that the Wujie clan's talent in illusion is really unique and unique in the world Peerless.

Because he knew that it would be too wasteful to turn the Wujie clan into Wujie and Heart.

It is clear that the Wujie family is a huge treasure house for sustainable development, and the behavior of turning them into Wujie is simply killing chickens and taking eggs, exhausting the river to catch fish.

Lu Qian wanted to make the Wujie clan his family, his subordinate race.

He gave shelter to the Mistknots, and the Mistknots served him.

He will not force this race, but as long as this race does not want to be reduced to a situation of being slaughtered, it will spontaneously serve him.

Lu Qian knew that he was the smartest, and he found the most correct path.

And he also has that confidence that he has the ability to do it all.

This illusion can't trap him, even if he doesn't take the initiative to break this illusion, this illusion will eventually be shattered.

Lu Qian looked for the Wujie clan who communicated with the creation of this illusion, while Tian Qing looked at the little cloud dancing in front of him with a dazed expression.

What is this? !

Beside Tianqing, the huge ice luan fell to the ground and turned into that cold little boy.

Liangyue's demeanor is cold, but she has a soft face, which abruptly neutralizes that coldness.

He looked at the floating and ethereal little clouds, and slowly uttered two words from his clear and cold face: "It's fog."

These small cloud clusters are just the concentration of fog, and the essence is still fog.

Tianqing nodded, and set her eyes on a pale yellow cloud among the small clouds that seemed to be watching her as well.

The breath of that cloud was somewhat familiar to her.

She still remembered that she had fought with the people of the Dark Night Blood Palace before, and fought with Liangyue pretending to be her Ice Son's strength.

It is true that she still exposed part of her strength and talent in front of the people in the Dark Night Blood Palace and the Dark Life Pavilion after fighting like that, but it doesn't matter, there is still an excuse in front of her.

And some people, what they need is such an excuse that seems to be dispensable.

She has the absolute ability to protect herself, and the balance of victory in that battle is on their side.

In this way, these clouds should be made by the people from the Dark Night Blood Temple.

Motu, that monk who has a good brother who holds a lot of good things, Tianqing locked the target almost instantly.

"Are you Motu's tricks? What's the purpose of trapping me in this space?" Tian Qing didn't know if these little clouds could understand her words, but she thought that she had to communicate with these guys.

She didn't know what was going on in the space in front of her, where there were only her and those little clouds that didn't know if they were living things, but she knew that communication could solve 80.00% of the world's problems, and the remaining 20.00% could be solved by force .

Tianqing's idea is to salute first and then fight. If these small cloud groups who don't know what they are can't communicate, then destroy them directly.

After destroying everything in this space except her, she can always go back.

It just so happens that there is no one here except her, and she doesn't have to worry that those emperors will notice her in advance if she shows too much strength.

Tianqing quietly clenched her left hand behind her back, while her clear and agile eyes looked at the only cloud that gave her a sense of familiarity.

The cloud group watched by Tianqing swayed from side to side, it seemed a little anxious, while Tianqing, who looked soft and harmless with a light dimple hanging from the corner of his mouth, was watching everything that happened in front of her very calmly.

After a long, long time, Tianqing heard a soft, intermittent voice suddenly sounding in her mind:

[No...we...are...foggy knot...family...]

(End of this chapter)