Douluo's opening one dragon

Thinking of the tormented people outside, Bibi Dong gradually lost her heartbeat and lay on the bed. Although the villa had been isolated from outside smells, sounds and figures, she still couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

Deng Jiang in the living room found a book full of pictures that looked like comics, flipped through the pages, and was attracted by the profound movements of the characters in it.

With a click, the door of the villa was opened, and Fremeia walked in slowly, and stopped beside Deng Jiang, a little puzzled why Deng Jiang was frowning.

His eyes immediately stayed on the picture that made Deng Jiang frown. It was painted on it: In the duel field of the castle, two warriors took their respective weapons and showed exaggerated gestures.

A person's body curled 360 degrees, stabbing the enemy's rear with a dagger.

The enemy stretched his body to escape the attack.

This painting is full of humor.

"You seem to have been staring at this painting for a long time." Fremea reached out to take off the hat of the black robe, her long golden hair fell like a waterfall, and she took off the black robe.

Deng Jiang heard someone talking next to him, and turned his head to find that Fremea had returned.

He smiled and said, "You're back. I thought you weren't coming back?" Then continued: "Well, this martial art is so strong, I'm studying how to do it."

Deng Jiang looked expectantly, and Fremea naturally knew that she hoped she could give an explanation, what kind of skills these are.

Deng Jiang has heard of the Brazilian kneading technique, and he especially likes the flying body and ten solids in it, but it is the first time he has seen the whole body twisted like this.

He couldn't understand this martial arts secret book.

"Haven't you read the manga?"

The corners of Fremea's mouth twitched uncontrollably. Who would treat comics as martial arts cheats? Fremea felt that it would be even more mysterious to survive tomorrow.

Isn't this teammate bringing food out?

Deng Jiang replied solemnly: "I've heard of it, but I haven't seen it."

Could it be that this is a manga, not a secret book of martial arts? It is really possible. .

Knowing that this is not the same thing as Brazilian Kneading Technique, Deng Jiang suddenly lost interest in this comic, closed the book, and put it back on the wooden bookshelf.

"It seems that you are very interested in martial arts." Fremea smiled slightly, knowing that this was Deng Jiang's way of coping with embarrassment.

It's past two o'clock in the morning, but they don't feel sleepy. They are worried about the scene of hell outside, and fear that they may die tomorrow.

It is difficult to fall asleep.

"I'm not interested enough to pass the time." Deng Jiang sat down opposite Fremea and said, thinking of his wife, he naturally wouldn't sit in the original seat.

In the environment of lonely men and widows, Deng Jiang once again acted like a good man should be.

He took out the bloody dagger, which had saved his life several times. The longer he used it, the more Deng Jiang liked the pattern on it.

Touching it with his hand, the blood pattern on it seemed to be moving. Inexplicably, Deng Jiang felt an intimate connection with the bloody dagger.

After finishing speaking, the two of them seemed to be unable to find a topic, and they were not saying a word. They didn't know each other very well, so naturally they didn't have much to say.

Fremea took out a book with four characters written crookedly and began to read.

morning.

"." Deng Jiang counted the number of push-ups he did.

"Ding! Ding."

A deafening bronze bell rang.

"It's eight o'clock in the morning, and the time for the sacrifice is twelve o'clock in the noon. Get ready and let's go." Fremea said to Deng Jiang who suddenly fell down due to the noise.

Deng Jiang, a carp, straightened up and rubbed his ears, wondering if these people would all be deaf if they were rescued.

I took a shower to wash away the heat from my body.

When she came out, Bibi Dong had already woken up and was eating breakfast in the living room.

"It seems that you didn't sleep well yesterday. How about some longevity pills to supplement?" Deng Jiang looked at Bibi Dong's eyes, which were a bit heavy, and naturally cared.

He took out the jade bottle, poured out two or three pills of longevity, and swallowed it by himself. He also didn't sleep all night. This feeling was quite bad, and he still needed to take medicine to supplement it.

Handing the remaining longevity pills to Bibi Dong, she raised her head and motioned for her to take a few pills.

Bibi Dong was not polite to Deng Jiang, took it, and planned to have a few pills after breakfast.

Deng Jiang also sat down and enjoyed his own breakfast.

The storm is approaching, although everyone looks calm, there is no sign of any tension.Didn't mention it either.

But everyone understands that everyone is just adjusting their mentality, and in the most perfect state, to meet this war that is destined not to be recorded in the annals of history.

They fight for justice, not for fame or profit.

After eating, she put on her black robe again, and Fremea led the crowd to the central altar.

Along the way, they didn't say a word, and they couldn't speak. They were followed by other hall masters, and there were ten people in total.

They followed Deng Jiang and Bibi Dong neatly on both sides.

The central altar, which stands like a small island in this world, is not surrounded by sea water, but billowing magma.

A stone fell into the red-black magma, instead of being swallowed, it melted the stone directly like Deng Jiang's candlelight, which shows how high the temperature of the magma is.

The four stone pillars on the four sides of the altar stand tall and tall, and unknown terrifying creatures are carved on them. They show sharp teeth, and their lifelike eyes scan the crowd.

On the edge of the central altar, countless huge chains went deep into the bottom of the lava, as if they were locking the monster.

Only Fremea knew that these chains lead to another world, they traveled through time and space, and locked the demon king.

In the center of the altar is a magic circle, where countless spells are intertwined, revealing sometimes golden and sometimes bloody light.

It seems that this magic circle is being eroded by these evil breaths.

Deng Jiang and his party walked slowly across the single-plank bridge that can only accommodate one person through the central altar.

Walking across the single-plank bridge, Deng Jiang and Bibidong walked to the center of the circle and waited for the ceremony to begin.

This is what Fremea told them, let them wait for the best time to do it, that is, when the priest starts to do it halfway, at that time the priest will sacrifice a lot of blood, this is when the priest is the weakest, and it is also the best time for them to do it.

Deng Jiang pondered for a long time, and after Bibi Dong's strong persuasion, Deng Jiang agreed to Fremea, because Bibi Dong's strength is too weak, and in case of any accident, he will feel guilty for the rest of his life.

He didn't want to see anyone die because of him.

This is the shadow left by Jiu'er in his heart.

The promise is also because there are so many people here, and they must be rescued. Deng Jiang estimated that at least 6 to [-] people are going through hardships here.

What's more, if they don't go, Fremea will face it alone, and her time is running out.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Deng Jiang kept watching the surrounding movements, so as to bring Bibi into the Qingyu space as soon as possible.