Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

Mo Jinghong did not answer Jingchan's question.

Instead, it directly created a time vortex.

Guixu didn’t know what Mo Jinghong was going to do.

But it knew that it had to cooperate with Mo Jinghong.

Guixu looked at Jingchan with disdain, "What? Are you scared? If you are scared, don't fight with Lord Mo, just hide away."

Jingchan looked at the time vortex with dark eyes.

He knew very well that Guixu was trying to provoke him and make him enter the time vortex.

It was even clearer that Mo Jinghong would never take him to the Origin Gate.

The man and the beast in front of him were obviously setting a trap for him.

However, he had no way of refusing.

He wanted to know so much about the Original Gate.

Want to know the truth about this.

The voice that told him the voice of the Original Gate had never shown up.

He who hides his head and shows his tail is definitely not a good person.

You can only trust 10% of what the other party says at most.

Compared to that person, he was more willing to believe Mo Jinghong in his heart.

As long as Mo Jinghong is willing to speak, he will definitely not tell lies.

"Hey, old bald guy, our Lord Mo is right, you are just too fragile. Look at you, you are frightened like this."

While Guixu was speaking, he deliberately pointed his nose at Jingchan.

After Mo Jinghong opened the time vortex, he did not enter immediately.

He stared at the vortex of time, and there seemed to be stars in his eyes, just like the bright starry sky.

The dark entrance would occasionally emit bursts of light.

When Jingchan saw this, he became a little suspicious. Perhaps Mo Jinghong was really going to take him to find the truth.

Jingchan's eyes moved slightly, and he recalled the memories sent back by the previous body, and his gaze fell on Guixu.

"Guixu, only by passing through that area can you reach the original gate. Why don't you take Mo with you?"

"You..." Guixu stopped talking quickly.

The old bald man wanted to trick it again.

Guixu flew directly back to Mo Jinghong's shoulder and coiled up obediently.

Jingchan, however, had no intention of letting Guixu go.

Jingchan said: "Guixu, you said last time that the original gate is to protect us. If that's the case, why can't we know of its existence?"

"In fact, the real reason for the existence of the Primordial Gate is not to protect, but to imprison..."

Jingchan wanted to say something else.

Mo Jinghong said calmly: "Okay, it's up to you whether you want to come in or not."

After Mo Jinghong finished speaking, he took Guixu directly into the time vortex.

Jingchan was a little hesitant.

But I saw the vortex of time was about to close.

He finally flew in.

There is chaos in the time vortex.

All spiritual awareness and perception are useless here.

Only the occasional faint flash of light can provide guidance.

But to reach the light, you still have to move forward for a while.

From the moment Jingchan stepped into the vortex of time, he felt as if his body was being torn apart by countless forces.

There are even strange things that quietly break into the sea of ​​consciousness.

A little carelessness.

There will be problems with the sea of ​​consciousness.

This is Jingchan’s first time entering the time vortex.

He discovered that this place was completely different from the dark void.

The darkness of the dark void feels endless.

It seems like there's no end to the darkness.

Everything around was distorted to the extreme.

The darkness within the time vortex gave him a very depressing feeling.

He clearly couldn't reach the barrier.

But there is a feeling that barriers are everywhere.

Even if there were no Zerg here, he still felt that the time vortex was much more dangerous than the dark void.

Jingchan looked at Mo Jinghong, who looked calm in front of him, with a dark look in his eyes.

If Mo Jinghong was like him, he would not care about anything and only think about improving his strength.

Maybe he wouldn't even be alive today.

After all, devouring his power would make Mo Jinghong even stronger.

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Feng Lingyun sat on the throne, leaning back slightly, with one hand on one side, and the other hand raised and lowered, and a mysterious person turned into ashes.

"Fellow Daoist, our Xuan Master said that he would come back immediately. Why do you still want to kill us?" A Xuan master questioned after hearing this.

His voice was trembling.

He didn't know if he would be the next one.

Feng Lingyun said slowly: "Then he hasn't come back yet, has he?"

Luo Hui said: "Daoyou, we are preparing what you want. Please give us some time. We will definitely give you a satisfactory explanation."

"Where are my eyes?"

Luo Hui: ...

He really can't control his temper anymore!

What does it mean if a question is repeated dozens of times?

Moreover, every time you repeat it and don’t get an answer, kill a mysterious person.

Luo Hui suspected that Feng Lingyun simply wanted to kill them.

Feng Lingyun added: "I forgot to say that I just took my things back from their bodies. Their death only proves that they should have died long ago."

"After all, you can't keep the things you robbed."

"As a cultivator, you should be honest and down-to-earth in your cultivation. Only then will you be qualified to enjoy endless years."

Feng Lingyun paused and said, "Another quarter of an hour has passed."

"I won't choose this time. You guys choose."

"If you don't like someone, just push him out and I can kill him for you."

As soon as Feng Lingyun finished speaking.

The expressions of the mystics suddenly changed, and they looked at each other with vigilance and warning in their eyes.

Chang Yu stood behind Luo Hui, his eyes flickering as he looked at Cang Buyi, who was not tall enough.

Luo Hui realized that Feng Lingyun was deliberately provoking him.

He could no longer remain silent, "Fellow Daoist, when were your eyes taken away? I will send someone to find them for you right now."

Feng Lingyun asked: "How do you find it? Didn't you just say you didn't know?"

Luo Hui said: "The Xuanmen Xuanists are all over the universe, they can definitely help you find your eyes."

Feng Lingyun seemed to have run out of patience. "Since you don't want to choose, let me do it."

Feng Lingyun raised his hand, and a mysterious person silently turned into dry bones.

A ball of light flew towards Feng Lingyun and entered her body.

Luo Hui clearly sensed that Feng Lingyun's strength had improved.

He still couldn't detect Feng Lingyun's specific realm.

All we know is that every time she kills a mysterious person, her strength will increase.

Luo Hui only felt fear and deep jealousy.

If he could advance like this, he would have gone on a killing spree long ago.

The mystics were completely out of patience.

Everyone is afraid that they will be the next to die.

Their eyes began to wander obscurely, as if they were looking for a mysterious person who could be pushed out.

After all, others died.

You can live on your own.

Luo Hui naturally felt the restlessness of the mysterious people.

But he couldn't stop it.

He never even thought of getting everyone to attack Feng Lingyun together.

The fact that the other party can directly cut through the void and turn a small world into space proves that they are no match for him.

Even if they worked together, they couldn't hurt her at all.

What made Luo Hui even more helpless was that Feng Lingyun refused to listen.

No matter what he said, Feng Lingyun treated him as air.