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The corpses of the five ferocious beasts fell to the deck. They were countless times smaller than before, only the size of a calf.

However, there is still a heart-stopping coercion circulating.

Gai Nie and others couldn't help but take a few steps back. Although they really wanted to go forward and take a look, just a little closer, an indescribable feeling of fear arose in their hearts, which lingered!

"There are actually dragons in the world."

Duke Nan of Chu’s beard trembled․ Shaking, the corners of his mouth twitched as he spoke this sentence.

Incredible!

This legendary creature now really appeared in front of them, and the shock in their hearts was indescribable.

"Sorry to trouble you, Empress."

Jiang Fengyu also had a flash of strange color in his eyes.

He stared at "823" at the five ferocious beast corpses below, especially the dragon corpse. The blue scales shone with a cold luster, like metal, and had extremely thick patterns.

"correct……………"

Jiang Fengyu's heart suddenly moved slightly.

He suddenly remembered that there seemed to be mythical beasts in this world.

If I remember correctly, that so-called divine beast is the son of the divine dragon in this world, called————Pixiu!

"Ah……………"

Jiang Fengyu chuckled, nodded towards the empress, and then jumped across the sea, flying quickly towards the shore like a Kunpeng.

Dugu Qiubai and Wu Xingyun followed closely behind.

However, everyone from the Mo family and the Yin Yang family did not move and were still standing on the deck.

"If you don't leave, are you waiting for me to refine you into a part of the mirage?" The empress' faint voice rang in their ears.

As soon as these words came out, everyone trembled.

Without any hesitation, everyone directly used Qing Gong and left the mirage.

Those with poor Qinggong will be led by others.

"remember."

The empress's voice, which contained no emotion, was still in everyone's ears, "Every move you make is under my control.

at this time.

Jiang Fengyu had already arrived at the entrance of Xiaoshengxian Village, following Zhang Liang behind him.

"Well………"

He suddenly stopped and frowned slightly.

Standing quietly outside the Little Saint's Villa, there was an aura of awe-inspiringness rushing towards my face. This was the awe-inspiring righteousness that belonged to Confucian scholars.

...

Jiang Fengyu murmured in his mouth.

When I walked here, I felt that it was not very consistent with this awe-inspiring righteousness. Instead, there was a slight sense of rejection.

"Could it be that it was my misunderstanding before?" He frowned.

But it shouldn’t be!

Because, until now, Jiang Fengyu still feels that he should be very compatible with Confucianism and Taoism.

"Why?" He was a little confused.

Since there is a sense of compatibility, there should not be any rejection of Haoran's aura, but a feeling of closeness.

"wrong!"

A bright light flashed through his mind, Jiang Fengyu's eyes became a little brighter, and a hint of enlightenment gradually rose in his heart, "Yes. It's not that I have a sense of affinity with Confucianism and Taoism, but

"Confucianism is not my Tao. My Tao should be related to books."

There is no difference between the faces, but the latter's body carries a monstrous demonic intention, which is infinitely greater than that of the Demon Lord. His eyes are like blood, as if he has walked out of purgatory.

wake up?

Jiang Fengyu stared blankly at a sculpture not far from the man. It was a woman with a graceful and peerless figure. She looked at the man with a look of emotion and helplessness.

He doesn't like to wear black clothes, he only likes some light colors, such as white, light cyan or gray, etc.

Only, I don’t like black!

It was as if he was the only one left in the entire world.

The sea of ​​blood boiled under his feet, forming a huge whirlpool, surging crazily. In the next moment, a bone-white claw stretched out and grabbed him fiercely.

The man slowly moved his eyes away and continued to look at the dead universe. He said in an indifferent voice, "Aren't you still willing to wake up?"

"Little Q..."

It was a place of blood-stained starry sky, with broken stars everywhere, as well as ancient chariots and docks, bones piled up into giant peaks, and blood pooled into an ocean.

It took a long time before Jiang Fengyu spit out the name.

Jiang Fengyu's brows sometimes frowned and sometimes spread, and some strange pictures appeared in his mind.

It wasn't until the big bone-white hand was about to catch him that he suddenly stamped his foot!

"This is.....…"

I don't know why, but he didn't feel any fear and remained motionless.0

Looking around, there was total silence!

Suddenly, the man turned to look at him, his blood-colored pupils showing no emotion at all, like a pool of blood that had been dead for thousands of years.

I don’t know how long.

"And... pen." He said to himself.

He looked around, but his eyes suddenly froze.

Jiang Fengyu murmured in his mouth.

That person was dressed in black.

A cold voice spread throughout the nine heavens and ten places.

"I, the Book Demon, will stay here forever!"

He stood quietly aside, staring at the man who looked exactly like himself.

The two people just stared at each other, motionless.

"Am I really destined to books?"

He raised his eyes and stared at the Little Sage Village. In his sight, this Confucian Sacred Land seemed to have transformed into a wild scholar, with a sword in one hand and a pen in the other, splashing ink and wine in the air, painting wantonly.

Jiang Fengyu shrugged 5.5. He didn't sleep and was awake all the time.

The appearance of the sculpture is exactly the same as that of Little Q, but the costume is slightly different. It is not as cute as Little Q, but has a sense of solemnity. .

However, he seemed to be able to clearly perceive the emotions contained in the sculpture's eyes.

"That's not me." Jiang Fengyu muttered to himself.

In an instant, the big bone hand shattered. At the same time, the whirlpool quickly shrank, and the boiling sea of ​​blood subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was just a sculpture.

At the same time as this voice sounded, Jiang Fengyu suddenly switched from the first perspective to the third perspective.