Chapter 703

Leng Wuhen looks around at the wind and grass from time to time. The sky is dark and gloomy. With the continuous drizzle, a touch of red light emerges in Leng Wuhen's eyes. In an instant, the pupil condenses, and white light shuttles through Leng Wuhen's eyes until it reaches a rain drenched cliff.

On the edge of the cliff stands a woman in red. Her slender waist and golden hair dance in the wind. A thin layer of golden ember gas envelops the whole body of the woman in red, separating the rain.

"Could that be you?" Leng Wuhen has a secret way in his heart. The red light in his eyes darkens and his heart is full of doubts. It's only a few seconds since Leng Wuhen came here, but the other party is thousands of meters away from him. If it's not for the instant spirit or the transmission barrier, Leng Wuhen is hard to find a reasonable answer.

If we say physique, it is not impossible to do, but the control of speed is not so easy, and in such a short period of time, we can feel her presence and chase her. In this process, can the players really do it?

Leng Wuhen had doubts and hesitations in his heart. Then he seemed to have made up his mind. Instead of guessing here, he had better ask himself, get up in an instant, and gallop to the cliff thousands of meters away.

The speed is very fast, Leng Wuhen is clear, the other party can be clear, and he gets it. As he gets closer and closer, Leng Wuhen feels a sharp breath exploring himself.

Cold traceless several flash speed up the foot, a few golden ray of Ember gas homeopathy lock cold traceless figure, crazy attack cold traceless, cold traceless feel unprecedented pressure.

"So strong!" Cold no trace almost subconsciously said, you know cold no trace rarely admit others powerful, but this time it is his subconscious involuntarily said, what does it mean.

"Boom!" With a golden light, Leng Wuhen quickly used his arm to cover his eyes. He only felt a little tingling in his brain, and some of them were in a trance.

I don't know how long after that, Leng Wuhen slowly moved his arm away and opened his eyes. What came into sight was an open grassland. There were no trees or houses around the grassland. Although there was no vast grassland, Leng Wuhen felt very comfortable when the cold wind blew on the grassland, the grass leaves trembled and the green warbler flew.

"How could that be..." Leng Wuhen found that he was in a place where he couldn't feel his head. No, he was in the pupil!

Tong Po is different from Mei Tong. It's a complete pupil technique. Mei Tong is full of Yin Tong, GUI Tong, Mie Tong and so on. However, Tong Po is divided into many pupil techniques. Some of them can make a virtual world of their own. In Tong Po's world, she is the master. Her strength doubles, while her opponent's strength doubles.

However, this kind of pupil skill is basically what some super spiritual people can do. Leng Wuchen doesn't believe that what he meets will be such an enemy. At least he doesn't feel that his cultivation has declined here.

All of a sudden, however, countless people appeared around, looking at the passers-by, including parents holding their children's hands, close lovers and close friends.

Such a scene suddenly reminds Leng Wuhen of himself. He is alone, wandering in this strange and unfamiliar world, just like a boat that may overturn at any time. It seems that he can stand the wind and waves, but in fact he has been looking for his own harbor.

Leng Wuhen glances around from time to time. After all, Leng Wuhen can't be sure whether it's caused by Tong Pu or some other soul skill. As he continues to walk on the grass with fewer pedestrians, Leng Wuhen only feels that his mood is very bad. I don't know why, he always thinks of some unhappy things here.

After walking for a short time, the pedestrians who just appeared suddenly seemed to disappear one by one. A person walked on the open grass, stepped on the road composed of mottled stones, and his eyes drifted on both sides of the grass.

A pale face, a strange smile, a scarlet tongue, and the ferocious expression when she wanted to occupy Zixuan's body suddenly appeared in her mind. The scenes were rippling like a slide show, which made Leng no trace remember deeply.

Leng Wuhen still remembers the scene of the last time in order to save Zixuan. It will never go away, but Zixuan doesn't know. Leng Wuhen paid her fragile life in order to save her.

If it wasn't for the rain devil who happened to meet Leng Wuhen, who was very weak at that time, maybe he didn't have the spirit of Meizu now, and the spirit couldn't be derived from it. Leng Wuhen didn't want to remember this unbearable memory all the time.

But why does Leng Wuhen have a feeling that the guy who wanted to kill Zixuan and himself at that time and the smell of rain devil are so similar? Is all this a coincidence or.

Leng Wuhen didn't have any expression on his face at this time. Maybe he thought too much. Then he went straight to the open grass and found a place to lie down. Looking up at the starry sky, Leng Wuhen's eyes were shining with brilliance, and his mood was unprecedented calm.

Let the breeze pass his body, let the leaves of grass blow on his face, as if he was relieved of everything here at the moment. Leng Wuchen knew that if the woman had just done it, she would soon find herself. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to break such a high-level knot.And this kind of difficulty is far more difficult than the border. At least you can't find out the flaws in the pupil surgery very quickly, so the difficulty is also here. Compared with the border, at least everyone will know something about it.

However, Leng Wuhen doesn't want to waste his aura. It's better to wait for the other person to get it and see what tricks he wants to play. Suddenly, Leng Wuhen feels that the grass under his body vibrates slightly. Under his sensitive hearing, he hears gentle waves The sound of footsteps.

Leng Wuhen moved his eyes to the left. He didn't know what he thought. It was the woman Leng Wuhen had just found. She was dressed in red and wore a layer of red veil on her face. She couldn't see her face clearly. The ashes on her body had already dissipated, and her long blonde hair looked very conspicuous.

She is a little petite. When the woman comes near, Leng Wuhen can see the red dress. It looks like a cheongsam. It's very hot. Leng Wuhen slightly moves his eyes away from each other's thighs. After all, it's not elegant. At least he thinks so.