east corner

Along the way, mortal cultivators couldn't help sighing at the state of the East China Sea. The sea water was separated by an invisible force.

All the way, go down.All the way, deeper and deeper.

The surrounding area became more and more quiet, and the cultivators who had some exchanges just now seemed to be infected by this atmosphere, and the conversation became smaller and smaller. Gradually, no one spoke, and they just walked along the road silently.

I don't know how long I've been walking this way, and when some weaker practitioners had to waste mana to hold their breath, they finally saw the gate of the Dragon Palace from a distance.

Returning to look around, there was no trace of Gong Wunian, probably retreated to a place where they could not see.

Returning his eyes, he followed the crowd forward.

In front of the gate of the Dragon Palace stood a charming female concubine in colorful brocade, and guards in heavy armor.

Inside the Dragon Palace, it was also very different from what he had just seen when he was there. Bright lights lit up, and the white jade pillars carved with dragon patterns were dyed a layer of gold by the lights.

What an illusion.

A large number of mortal cultivators entered the Dragon Palace one after another. There are many palaces in the Dragon Palace. They were placed in the south palace in batches. Rare delicacies, fruity wines, and the best treatment were served.

However, from the beginning to the end, the Dragon King was never seen.

Returning to the palace with a few seniors, Lankeshan has always been informal, unlike other sects who restrain themselves, happily talking about what they saw and felt on the way to Dragon Palace, very noisy.

Returning to shirk the exhaustion of the journey, he lay on the bed alone to rest.

He folded his clothes and lay flat, quietly looking at the carved beams and painted buildings above him in a trance.

The closer he got to the Dragon Palace, the more he couldn't calm down. There seemed to be an irresistible agitation in his body, and he recalled the black energy coming out of his body.

What the hell is that?Why does it exist in his body, but he can't control it, can't perceive it?

When is the next time he can't control himself?

There are also Ao Feng and Hu Xuan, they have been in the Dragon Palace for more than three days, and there is no news from them.

This wait is another day.

Listening to the wind outside, Yaochuan has also arrived.

The Yaochuan clans were arranged in the palace to the north.

The Dragon King finally sent a letter to all the palaces, and held a banquet the next day, inviting all ethnic groups to go with him.

All the senior brothers were excitedly discussing about seeing the Dragon King tomorrow, they closed their eyes again, tried their best to calm down, and waited for tomorrow.

Maybe it was the voices of the brothers talking that lingered in his ears, maybe it was because he was restless and couldn't fall asleep.Until late at night, the brothers were too embarrassed to talk about it, so they turned off the lights and prepared to fall asleep.

Back to Silence heaved a sigh of relief, his clenched teeth slightly released, and the throbbing veins on his forehead gradually calmed down.

The room was quiet, and the returning thoughts finally left, and there were some traces of falling asleep.

I don't know if it's because the place where the Dragon Palace is located is too deep, but he always feels chills piercing through his body, and even if he falls asleep, he still can't rest peacefully.

He fell asleep again.

This time, there was no master, nor Hu Xuan and Ao Feng by his side, but he was in a dark place, and he wanted to look around, but he couldn't even move.

This is not pure darkness, but an overly thick black mist, extremely turbid.There seemed to be something hidden in the black mist that made Hui Hui feel extremely frightened. He could feel his heart beating violently and rapidly. He wanted to get up and break free from the black mist, but he couldn't move.

The dream was so long that Chong Gui even felt that the night had passed long ago. He wanted to wake up, but was trapped in the dream.

Gradually, he felt that his body seemed to move, and then he seemed to have grown up suddenly, became taller, and could move his hands and feet.

But the moment he was able to move, the thick fog around him also moved.

Rolling violently, he quickly squeezed towards him, surrounding Chonggui. The black mist seemed to have a mouth, and it bit on Chonggui's shoulder, followed by countless mouths, bite after bite. return to the body.

In an instant, the return was torn apart.

——Chong Gui suddenly opened his eyes, and there was darkness in front of him again.

He immediately sat up, only to realize that he could move freely, his head was dizzy for a moment, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and only then did he realize that he was lying in the palace.

A few brothers next to him were snoring like thunder.

This made Hui Weiwei feel a little bit back to reality.

But he didn't relax for a long time, his eyes suddenly focused, he looked down, and found that black mist was blowing out from his arms and body.

Chong Gui took a deep breath and jumped from the bed to the ground. Seeing that the black air seemed to spread to several senior brothers, he hurriedly ran out of the inner hall.

Chong Gui felt that his breathing became difficult, he panted heavily, and ran out in a daze, but he didn't know where he could run.

Master...

He should go to Master.

No way... The north and south palaces are far apart, and there are countless guards along the way. With his appearance, he will definitely be noticed.

The outer hall was extremely cold, and his returning sight was almost blocked by the black air rising from his body. He staggered and shrank to a corner of the outer hall.

This is the Dragon Palace, the territory of the Dragon King, and he has no hiding place at all.

Back in the daze, he remembered the first time he met Master, he was a monster, he was a monster in his memory.

How could he be contaminated with such evil spirits?

Maybe it was in such a haste that he had the leisure to count. He stumbled and made up a piece of memory.

Now there is no recovered memory, so it is only before meeting the master, and how to separate from the master afterwards.

No... Also, after being separated from Master, he must have lost a piece of memory.

The evil spirit emanating from him must be hidden in these three memories.

But what is the use of thinking of these?

The returning heart was stained with a layer of powerlessness, what happened to him...

The consciousness of returning is getting heavier and heavier, the chill all over his body is getting heavier and heavier, and his consciousness is getting more and more erratic.

At the moment when Zhonggui was about to pass out, he suddenly felt himself wrapped in a burst of warmth, and a faint fragrance wafted over his nostrils, shaking his spirits.

"Master..."

Gong Wunian lowered his eyes and looked at his face as pale as paper, his whole body was wrapped in black air, he looked very coquettish again, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes: "Concentrate, Master save you."

In the turbidity, Gong Wunian's gentle voice made her heart beat so fast that she couldn't help but shed tears.

Returning to what Zhaogong Wunian said, he concentrated his attention, a warm force from his back dispelled the chill in his body, and soon a golden thread appeared in the scattered black mist, as if pulling, Control the black mist, and all go in the direction of Gong Wunian.

"Master, no—"

"Don't move." When the black mist poured into Gong Wunian's body, he couldn't help coughing lightly, and frowned: "If you still think of me as your master, don't move."

Returning tears fell drop by drop.

"Yes, Master."