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Noise, gradually clear. Xuanhao, also more and more irritable.

It is not easy for him to keep this road smooth now. If he challenges his bottom line again and again, he may not be able to control his magic. However, in such a situation that he felt powerless, Xuanhao still persisted. He is doing his best to analyze the situation in front of him, because it is afraid that the master will lose his mind and it will be hard to turn back.

Xuanhao didn't know and didn't want to know why these noises started. He just wanted to get to the bell as soon as possible. In this way, in the process of increasing noise, it is more and more difficult for Xuanhao to keep his sense. His firm goal gradually enlarges in his mind, even overshadowing the moral belief he has just picked up.

The noise became clear: "you are a magic dragon, who are you so holy to show?"

"What's pretentious? What are you afraid of? The battlefield you've experienced is crueler than this

"The dead will not come back to life, let alone the dead in this space. What is the origin of the dead in this space? Their souls are destroyed. What do you think of blasphemy or blasphemy? How funny? "

"You're a magic dragon. You can't turn back."

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Xuanhao listened to the noise calmly and said the words.

He began to become a magic dragon, day and night in the struggle. He is the only ancient dragon that the ancestors of the dragon clan and all the subjects have spared no effort to protect. In order to keep the blood of the dragon, he can't die; for the safety of his master Zhong Ming, he can't die. But he can only live as a demon, or his friend's memory has been instilled as the enemy, the most hated demons to survive.

What he struggles with is not how to survive, but whether he should survive in this world. He is a demon who is harmful to any race. As a prince of dragon clan, his pride does not allow him to live in the world with such dirty blood, and does not allow him to stay in this world as a disaster.

But he is not only living for himself, he is living for his master and the blood of the dragon family, so he has been looking for a way to relieve his melancholy. Finally, a few days ago, he no longer indulged in this negative emotion, but began to practice. Only when he realized that it was possible for him to control his own destiny and not become a disaster.

From that moment on, he actually didn't care about his demon blood. His pride is insignificant in front of the heavy responsibility that he must bear when he is alive. The reason why he is entangled is that he will let the people around him go into the devil's way anytime and anywhere, and he doesn't want to harm anyone around him.

It was not easy to figure out a joint. In front of reality, he fell into another strange circle.

His entanglement seemed to arouse another curse. Listening to those words, he felt that on the one hand, it was very reasonable. On the other hand, he was confined to the original Miao Hong inherited from the ancient times, and did not want to give in. Although respect for the dead is still the thing that most people who have not lost their conscience attach great importance to and perform, but in this kind of crisis situation, there are some time wasting and affectation in this kind of crisis.

He chuckled softly, his eyes no longer hesitated, as if fixed.

Now the master's life is in danger, but he is entangled in inexplicable things here.

In the end, in addition to respecting the dead, there is one thing Xuanhao dislikes dirty. He straightened out his thoughts and ignored all kinds of stupid voices echoing in his mind, and completely crossed the road in his heart.

People who don't know when they died, or maybe not, have nothing to do with themselves. Respect is a kind of quality shown when you are within your ability. But in such an emergency, respect is of no importance in the face of human life.

Xuanhao actually got into the space before he fell to the ground. If he wants to go out of the space, he must be in the dead. In the end, he will not know what the earth will look like as long as it falls on the ground.

Xuanhao took a deep breath, stepped forward and raised his hand firmly. He was about to leave the space.

At the moment of leaving the space, Xuanhao wrapped himself in a layer of boundary, and completely determined his future action plan.

He intends to use the space to blink and contact the corpses as little as possible, which not only respects the dead, but also prevents them from being different and dangerous.

Zhong Ming played two moves in succession, and did not recover his own spiritual power. His spirit sea was a little dried up, and his consciousness was also affected. His pale face showed a tired look.

Zhong Ming, the wound on the hand is about to heal, which is still in the case of no medication. It's been almost a day since I entered this space. However, under normal circumstances, wound healing will never be so fast. Zhong Ming looked at the wound on his hand with a puzzled look.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and his narrow Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, and the tail of his eyes also went up. From a distance, this is a noble and aloof childe. In this short time of less than a day, this name has completely changed a temperament.He is now like a child, doing things according to his own nature, without any concern for the consequences of it. His mind was completely suppressed, and his mind was full of violence, directness and determination. From this point of view, even if Zhong Ming is crazy, he still has his own style.

His subconscious thought that he was looking for someone, but he didn't know who he was looking for, so he created such a big noise equivalent to the earth's nuclear explosion, exposing his position and letting others come to find him. He made such a big explosion that he was not afraid to affect himself. If there was another person on the scene, he would be scared out of his wits. I haven't seen it before. It's a bomb that pulls itself into the explosion range.

However, Zhongming made two big movements. I don't know whether it is Zhong Ming's luck or his subconscious mind is so impressed by the subtle control. Even if he is crazy, he has such a strong and accurate control ability. He didn't hurt himself at one of the two occasions.

His figure is straight and handsome, standing upright on the huge rock pillar, looking down at the pink scar on his injured hand, a strange sense of contradiction is highlighted. His handsome and indifferent face should have been as cold and cold as ice, but now he showed such childish doubts, and his black clothes and black hair set off his inhumanity.

Zhong Ming doesn't know how to recover his strength. He just feels uncomfortable now, but his desire for destruction has not been fully satisfied, so he has to stand in the same place.

In the process of ringing the bell, Xuanhao made rapid progress.

Xuanhao did fall in the body heap. It can be seen from the live corpses of the hero that he is now falling at the bottom of the cliff, far from where the bell is. It's not easy to judge the position when you fall under a cliff. What's more, the sound made by Zhongming twice is only at the bottom of the cliff. After selection, we can't judge where he is. But it's not his style to sit around and wait.

Xuanhao chooses to move on. Although his body method is not good, he has a strong physical quality and his speed is incomparable. So, then dare to be so confident and look for it blindly. Because he felt that even if he had made a mistake, he would not be able to travel through this area for a long time. Sooner or later, he could find the bell. But now he still has some expectations, he wants to let the bell play a big move, so that he can accurately judge his position.

But it's a stupid thing to place hope on a man who has no mind. Xuanhao just thought about it.

He kept flashing. If there was an outsider looking here, I'm afraid he could only see a flickering black shadow. Xuanhao's goal is clear, the direction is straight, the slightest change.

Xuanhao skips over the corpse very quickly. In less than a quarter of an hour, he goes to a square of open space.

Then I don't know the power of that mushroom cloud, and I don't know what the place where the bell will sound after the mushroom cloud explodes. But at the moment, he looked at a large open space and a huge net of rock pillars interwoven above it. He felt inexplicably close to the place where the bell tolled.

He stopped. To say why he could feel the bell ringing nearby, he could only say intuition. However, at the moment, he looked at all the corpses around him, and he felt more and more that these spaces were made by the bell.

He looked back at the bodies, which were still alive today, no insects, no crows, no nauseous smell. Yes, this is where I always feel weird. If these corpses are really the elders who have been dead for a long time, then there should be only the dense white bones left. Even if they're underground, they shouldn't be so intact.

Xuanhao turned to think that all the horrible and disgusting monsters in this space can exist. That's not weird. So he pressed the doubt in his heart. He looked up into the air. The pillars rose from the ground, and the branches were ferocious like trees, growing towards the sky. It is not the appearance of being weathered, but it looks flat outside the grid.

Xuanhao's body posture is agile to jump on a rock pillar which is closest to him, and steps lightly on these crisscross flat rocks to go up the rock pillar.

Thought well, although he did not know whether there was any danger above his eyes, he felt that if he stood at a high place, at least his vision would be more open, and he would certainly see a black figure - bell.

As he hoped, when he successfully climbed to the top, he saw the black figure not far away who was contemplating.

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