My emperor has darkened again

At the moment when she lost consciousness, Feng Yi suddenly opened her eyes, and her eyes were shining.

He opened his mouth, and a drop of blood flew out, frozen and suspended in the air.

The art of soul snatching is too insidious. Once used, people will become half dead and vegetative, and it won't be long before they disappear completely, or even can't enter reincarnation. In addition, there is also a kind of Dharma mantra, which is called mantra.

As long as you take a drop of each other's heart and blood and blend with yourself, and then use the art of truth to control each other's divine consciousness, you can make each other know everything and say everything. This method won't hurt yuan Shen, it's just a little troublesome.

Feng Yi's eyes were fixed on the drop of blood, and he felt that his heart was beating suddenly, and his eyes were complicated. From Li Jiuge, he can feel a very familiar and intimate atmosphere. It's like a missing part of his soul, which is integrated into each other's blood.

As if they were one. There is something hidden in her, constantly attracting him.

Biting through his fingertips, two drops of blood mingled. With Feng Yi's formula, a golden light fell into Li Jiuge's eyebrows. Then, a low voice sounded, as if imprinted in the depths of the sea.

"Geer, tell me, why do you come into my dream? What kind of treasure do you have? "

“……”

There was a long silence in the air. Li Jiuge breathed steadily, but he was not affected by the art of truth at all! Feng Yi's face changed slightly. How could it be like this?

Sure enough, any of his actions, whether dream or reality, can't hurt her or disturb her?

Just as he frowned and pondered, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in Li Jiuge's elixir field, which swallowed the two drops of blood directly! Feng Yi felt a sharp pain coming from the sea of knowledge, and he lost consciousness when it was dark.

Scarlet sky, the voice of tragic cry to kill, the vast land, a river of blood. A man in red armor holds a silver gun. The silver gun looks ordinary, with a black stone inlaid in the middle. But with terrible power, everywhere they go, there are corpses everywhere.

Armor man's long hair flying in the wind, a pair of red eyes under the helmet, with the cold meaning of looking down on the world. There was no emotion in his eyes, but the bones and wails on the ground could not arouse any pity.

"Those who disobey me will die!"

Boom!

The silver gun suddenly broke, and the black stone inlaid on it flew out. In this moment, the picture broke apart and became a vast expanse of white. Feng Yi snorted and finally woke up from the near real memory. It seemed that there was some confinement and some of it disappeared quietly.

Another dream like this! Although he couldn't see the armored man's face clearly, he almost thought that he had experienced all those things. Even if the heart questioned, but there is no sense of certainty.

That man, it's him!

He covered his forehead and wanted to get up, but he found a hairy head on his chest. The woman in her arms was wearing a white skirt, revealing most of her arms and white legs. At this moment, she was wrapping around him like an octopus.

The corner of Feng Yi's mouth raised a radian on the ground. However, the next second, his look changed slightly! I saw the woman's Dantian, a black stone constantly flying around!

This stone! It's the black stone inlaid on the silver gun!