Legend of the Dragon King: I went from Douluo Continent to the Great God Circle

"Sister Phoenix, should we go find Cun Ying first or save the divine craftsman Zhenhua?" Nunnally asked Leng Yulai respectfully after leaving the Holy Spirit Hall.

Leng Yulai stopped and turned to look at Xia Yi.

Xia Yi thought for a moment and said, "Let's go and take a look at this figure first."

"Okay, follow me." Nunnally nodded, and under her leadership, Xia Yi and Leng Yulai quickly arrived in front of an ice and snow castle.

The castle is not big and very ordinary, with only two floors, but it is completely carved from ten thousand years of hard ice and snow and looks crystal clear.

What Xia Yi didn't expect was that in this far north land of ice and snow, there was a hot spring in the backyard of the ice and snow castle.

When Xia Yi and the other three appeared, Cun Ying was leisurely soaking in the hot spring. Well... it couldn't be said to be leisurely. There was a platform on the hot spring with a soul guidance computer placed on it.

Although Cun Ying was taking a bath in the hot spring, he was also in the yard, typing rapidly on the keyboard with his hands, so fast that there was even an afterimage.

What Xia Yi didn't expect was that the handsome and handsome figure on the Internet now had gray hair on his temples and wrinkles on his face. He looked like a middle-aged and elderly man in his fifties.

"Why did he become like this?" Not to mention Xia Yi, even Leng Yulai was shocked. Her beautiful eyes were staring at the hot spring in front of her. This hot spring was very special and had the effect of nourishing the body.

But Cun Ying, despite having such a hot spring for health care, still aged so quickly.

"Don't look at me, this has nothing to do with me. Because of the relationship with the leader, we have tried our best to meet all his requirements. We even eat three meals a day with all the treasures of heaven and earth, but he still becomes like this, There's nothing we can do." Nunnally shrugged, and there was a bit of regret in her beautiful eyes. No matter who it was, they would feel sorry to see a super invincible handsome guy like Thunderbolt, Thunderbolt, and Thunder fearing to become like this day by day.

But they have tried their best. The hot spring in front of them has been built by the Holy Spirit Cult with huge investment.

"Hey! It's a little bell. What kind of wind brought you here?" Seeing Nunnally appear, Cun Ying couldn't help but joke, but when he saw Xia Yi and Leng Yulai behind Nunnally, he instantly Was startled.

"Xia Yi, Dark Phoenix Douluo." As the author of "Tianhu Xiaoyao Ji", Cun Ying naturally recognized Xia Yi and Leng Yulai.

"The Holy Spirit Cult has been defeated by Tianfeng Mianxia and Dark Fengmianxia. There is no Holy Spirit Cult in the world anymore. You are liberated and no one will force you to do anything every day." Nunnally glanced at Cun Ying and thought of Leng Yao. Zhu's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said thoughtfully: "If Tianfeng Mian can spare your life."

"Really." Cun Ying's eyes lit up. He raised his foot and kicked the soul computer in front of him into the water. He was as excited as a child. "Damn it, I finally don't need to code anymore!"

"Aren't you sad that all this hard work is ruined like this?" Xia Yi felt heartbroken. Just now he saw very clearly that there were "Heroes of the Tang Sect" version 3.0 and "Tianhu Xiaoyao" on the desktop of Cunying Soul Guide's computer. "Memory" 2.0 finale, etc., several folders.

These have not been posted online yet.

Xia Yi felt really sad that it was ruined like this.

"Bah!" Cun Ying gritted her teeth and said, "If I can leave here, I must go find the guy who once persuaded me to fall into the trap. It was he who persuaded me to write a novel that made me like this. This kind of hatred, We are irreconcilable!"

snort!

Cun Ying snorted coldly.

Encourage people to write novels, and the sky will strike like lightning.

Now Cun Ying just wants to tear the guy who persuaded him to write a novel into pieces.

"Okay." Cun Ying's face twitched slightly. Looking at Cun Ying's long gray hair, he asked curiously: "How old are you?"

"Twenty to three!" Cun Ying said.

"Twenty-three." Xia Yi's eyelids twitched wildly. He turned to look at Leng Yulai and said very seriously: "Later, you can draw up a clan rule for me. The first rule is that from now on, any descendants of the Fanxia clan will No one is allowed to step into the writer's routine, and anyone who violates it will be kicked out of the family tree."

"That makes sense." Looking at my expression, Leng Yaozhu fully agreed with Xia Yi's proposal.

"You ask someone to take him to Zhu'er, and we go to rescue the divine craftsman Zhenhua." Xia Yi looked at Nunnally and said.

"Okay!" Nunnally waved her hand, and two Holy Spirit Cult disciples appeared and took Cun Ying to the Holy Spirit Church.

Xia Yi and Leng Yulai followed Nunnally to the prison where the master craftsman Zhenhua was imprisoned.

Seeing Zhenhua, Xia Yi and Leng Yulai were startled again.

Compared to Cun Ying, who lived in a castle, soaked in hot springs, and ate natural treasures every day, Zhen Hua's treatment was at two extremes.

Zhenhua was imprisoned in a forging room. Because he refused to forge for the Holy Spirit Cult, his soul power was sealed. The Holy Spirit Cult only provided him with a meager amount of food every day to maintain his basic life characteristics.

Compared to those in Tiandou City, he was much thinner and older. His hair had turned completely snow-white, his eyes were cloudy, his body was stooped, and he trembled when he walked, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

"Xia Yi, you have also fallen into the hands of the Holy Spirit Cult." Seeing Nunnally and Leng Yulai appear, Zhenhua's cloudy eyes instantly became sharp, staring at Leng Yulai, and said: "I My guess was indeed correct, you did attack Xia Yi and Xi'er evil spirit masters outside Tiandou City."

"Yes, it's me." Leng Yulai nodded without denying it. He looked at Zhenhua and asked, "What do you want to say?"

"Do you really think that by capturing Xia Yi, you can force me to commit a crime? Don't you think so? Even if I die, I, Zhenhua, can't help forge it for you evil evil soul masters." Zhenhua's voice was cold. , his eyes kept wandering around Leng Yulai and Nunnally, and finally landed on Xia Yi.

"It seems that you care about Xia Yi, Master Craftsman. You don't want a forging genius like Xia Yi to die in the Holy Spirit Cult." Leng Yulai became interested and looked at Zhenhua with a half-smile.

"Does your sister know if you do this?" Zhenhua asked through gritted teeth.

"This has nothing to do with you. If you don't give in today, believe it or not, I will ask Mu Xi to accompany you tomorrow." Leng Yulai chuckled.

"How dare you..." Zhenhua glared at Leng Yulai and said, "Your sister will not let you go."

"Haha..." Leng Yuye smiled. As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt Xia Yi's gloomy gaze.

"If you don't want to play, why are you angry?" Leng Yulai immediately put away his smile, pouting his red lips and retreating behind Xia Yi.

"Shut up." Xia Yi glared at her and turned to look at Nunnally.

Nunnally nodded, reached out and tapped Zhenhua's body a few times, instantly releasing Zhenhua's soul power seal.

"Senior, I have made you suffer." Xia Yi came to Zhenhua, looked at Zhenhua's confused eyes, and said: "Senior, don't get me wrong, I was not captured by the Holy Spirit Cult. The Holy Spirit Cult has been captured by Zhu Er and Yu Lai. It’s been breached, and we’re here to rescue you.”