Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Suddenly, she felt that she and Yu were lucky to be together.

"lets go."

Ling Luo smiled slightly, and didn't ask Jingrong's king any more. He drove the cheap dragon and galloped all the way to the lonely city of dead souls.

After driving for about an hour, the ground of the Three Heavens quickly retreated under his feet, and everything was clearly visible in front of his eyes.

A misty sea appeared ahead.

The sea is endless and misty.

However, above the deep blue sea, there is a layer of dense air floating faintly.

"It's demon energy."

Xuanyuan Yu narrowed his dark eyes and made a judgment.

No one is more sensitive to such things than him.

Jing Rong explained: "In this lonely city of the undead, there are many demonic sects gathered here. It is normal to have a lot of dark demonic energy."

Above the sea of ​​the undead, gusts of wind are blowing.

In the cloudy wind, there are patches of white mist-like gas, Ling Luo recognizes that this is White Yasha.

I have seen it before when I was on the battlefield outside the Shura Territory.

"As long as you have a firm mind, you won't be fooled by Bai Yasha. Be careful, both of you." Jingrong stretched out a finger, pointed at an island directly below where demonic energy gathered, and said, "Follow the instructions in the mission jade card, That's the island where Mo Yinglong, No.11 among the Thirty Thieves, is located. Let's go down."

Ling Luo nodded and said, "Jianlong, go there."

Unexpectedly, Jianlong shook his head, a trace of stubbornness flashed across his red-black eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "Xiao Luo, it's not there."

Ling Luo was slightly stunned, and said, "But the target shows that Mo Yinglong's lair is right there."

"The Nine Prison Dragon Cauldron is not there."

Qianlong seemed to be apprehensive, and began to communicate with Ling Luo's soul, "I have a very clear feeling that the Nine Prison Dragon Cauldron is at least fifty miles away from here."

"Ok."

Ling Luo compromised, and communicated with Jianlong's soul, "You show the way, we will go directly to the Nine Prison Dragon Cauldron."

Jianlong turned around, turned diagonally to the right, and said, "Go in this direction."

Before Ling Luo could speak to Jing Rong and Xuanyuan Yu, Jianlong had already carried her and "slid" towards the southwest direction, without even her shadow.

"Luoer?"

After a while, Xuanyuan Yu, who was chatting with Jing Rong along the way, came back to his senses and found that his wife had disappeared.

"What's the matter? Brother Xuanyuan?" Jing Rong cast a questioning look.

"Luo'er is gone." Xuanyuan Yu's complexion darkened slightly, and there was a soul-stirring coldness in his black hole-like pupils.

Jing Rong also stopped, walked around in a circle, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "There is indeed no trace of Junior Sister Luo."

"I'm going to find Luo'er."

Xuanyuan Yu's face became more and more ugly, why did he lose it in a blink of an eye.

But at this moment, a large group of dark things attacked the two of them.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a large group of Shuras.

Shura is a higher-level demon race than Yasha and Feitian Yasha, with an average height of about four or five meters, hard scales, and enlightened intelligence.

In front of this group of Shuras, stood three big Asuras, and a man with a scarred face.

"Xuanyuan Yu, long time no see."

The man who spoke was none other than An Yi, the third elder of the Demon Realm. He followed Jue He and hibernated in the third heaven for a long time. It's your time of death!"