Ninefold Supreme Heaven

Chapter 725 Rongrong, is that you?

"How long have I been asleep?"

Wang Qiang's voice was like frost, which made people feel very uncomfortable, and from Wang Qiang's voice, one could hear an extremely strong sense of loss.

"Little brother...you have been sleeping for three months."

For some reason, when Yuan Mo saw Wang Qiang at this time, endless grief arose in his heart, as if Wang Qiang at this time seemed to have lost his soul.

"For three months, I only felt that I had slept. Three months have passed. Why, why did you leave me?"

When Wang Qiang said these words, he couldn't help covering his chest, and a very painful expression flashed across his face. It could be seen that Wang Qiang was enduring great pain at this moment.

"Small……"

Just as Yuan Mo was about to speak, he found that Wang Qiang's body was shaking violently. The shaking was caused by the huge pain.

But just when Yuan Mo was about to stop Wang Qiang, he discovered that a force that did not belong to Wang Qiang appeared in Wang Qiang's hands. In that force, the dark power and the spirit-destroying divine pattern kept wandering.

"Rongrong, no matter where you are, I will find you back. The Ancient Temple of Death is death to others, but it may not be to me..."

"Shh..."

Just after Wang Qiang's words were finished, the Dragon Yin Halberd that had been released from his hands unexpectedly flew into Wang Qiang's hands. At that moment, Wang Qiang had an overwhelming aura. Demons felt an invincible aura.

Under the shroud of that aura, even the sun in the sky became eclipsed, and the whole city seemed to be shrouded in darkness.

The darkness was fleeting, and when the sun shone on the earth again and people felt the warmth, Tong Qiu and Yuan Mo looked at each other, but at this time Wang Qiang had disappeared.

"This...is this the mid-stage stage, the momentum it should have?"

The astonishment on Tongqiu's face had already froze, looking at the position where Wang Qiang was standing just now, he hadn't recovered from the astonishment just now.

"I don't know, anyway, I didn't feel this kind of aura from that old guy in Yuantian, no good..."

After Yuan Mo subconsciously answered Tong Qiu's question, he suddenly seemed to think of something, his face changed instantly, and a look of anxiety appeared on his face.

"what happened?"

At this time, Tong Qiu was a little confused, and looked at Yuan Mo blankly, but his eyes continued to scan the position where Wang Qiang had just stood.

"He must have gone to the ancient temple of death. In the past three months, I haven't had time to tell him what happened in the ancient temple of death. This guy... hey."

Yuan Mo was a little frustrated, Wang Qiang could teleport short distances, everyone of them knew this, if they wanted to catch up with Wang Qiang in a short time, it was impossible.

"Hiss... I actually forgot about this just now. It's okay. That bald head is still there. He can definitely stop Wang Qiang. I'll send him a message right away."

"Hurry up... I'm afraid it's too late. Something happened. This guy has been sleeping for three months. Who knows what happened."

Under Yuanmo's anxious urging, Mingjing received the news from Tongqiu. When he learned that Wang Qiang had awakened and disappeared, and was most likely rushing towards the ancient temple of death, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh in his heart.

But just when he sighed softly from the bottom of his heart, he felt a powerful force rapidly approaching here from a distance.

"Wang Qiang, stop..."

That force came extremely fast, and before Ming Jing was aware of it, that breath had almost reached Ming Jing.

And at the moment when the bright mirror rose from the sky and roared, Wang Qiang, whose face was slightly pale, appeared in front of him like a ghost, but at this time, Wang Qiang was staring at the ancient temple of death in front of him. Mirror, but turned a blind eye.

"what happened?"

Wang Qiang looked at the ancient temple of death in front of him, and doubts arose in his heart. Feeling the continuous warmth of Rongrong's strength in his arms, he felt a touch of expectation from the bottom of his heart.

Could it be that Rongrong is still alive.

After hearing Wang Qiang's words and seeing that Wang Qiang had no desire to make a move, Ming Jing let go of his heart and turned to look at the ancient temple of death in front of him.

At this time, the ancient temple of death was shrouded in a thick black fog, and it was impossible to see the slightest scene inside.

But in that dense fog, there is no power of death, but there is pure power of darkness.

At a glance, the entire ancient temple of death was shrouded in darkness, as if some ancient beast was dormant inside.

Especially, when Wang Qiang came here, the power of Rong Rong in his arms became extremely hot.

That power was placed on Wang Qiang's chest, and he could clearly feel the change of that power, as if something was waking up in that power.

And faintly, he could feel the depths of the ancient temple of death shrouded in darkness in front of him, and with his appearance, a pair of eyes appeared, staring at him.

"I don't know what's going on. Seeing that you haven't woken up for a month, I have to come here and wait for you. I know you will come here after you wake up."

Ming Jing said, and glanced lightly at Wang Qiang. In Wang Qiang's hands at the moment, the Longyin Halberd was as quiet as an ordinary weapon, but Ming Jing could feel it. strength.

"However, just one and a half months ago, endless darkness poured out from behind the ancient temple, covering the ancient temple, and no one can get in. Venerable Yuan Tian also came here before, and he couldn't get in either. And I dare not approach it."

As Ming Jing said, he pointed to a pile of rocks in the distance. Wang Qiang looked at it and vaguely remembered that there was a small mound before.

"The Venerable Yuantian is powerful, but he was forced back nearly ten feet by the darkness, and when I wanted to force my way in, I..."

There was a touch of disappointment in Ming Jing's voice, and it could be deduced from his words that the mound before was because he wanted to force his way into the ancient temple of death, but was knocked out by the dark force.

"Hey, hey...why didn't you listen to the persuasion? You can only be injured by it in the past. According to the legend in the mainland, there is an extremely evil guy in the ancient temple of death. Maybe now..."

After hearing Ming Jing's words, Wang Qiang walked towards the ancient temple of death, but Ming Jing wanted to stop him, but found that the Dragon Yin Ji was already lying in front of him.

Feeling the power from the Dragon Yin Ji, a drop of cold sweat appeared on Ming Jing's forehead. He naturally understood Wang Qiang's thoughts, but now, he was really afraid of Wang Qiang's injury.

"Dong dong..."

But as Wang Qiang gradually approached the darkness covering the ancient temple of death, in his arms, the power of Rongrong made heartbeats, and at the same time kept beating in Wang Qiang's chest.

As for Wang Qiang, he could clearly feel the pair of eyes in the depths of the darkness, and the power that would destroy the world gradually dissipated from the dragon's halberd in his hand.

As for Wang Qiang's murderous eyes before, there was also a touch of tenderness. He looked at the darkness in front of him affectionately, as if he was looking at Rong Rong.

At the same time, when Wang Qiang's mind changed, the light from the sun, moon and stars in his world increased again, and in the surrounding darkness, chaotic forces also surged out.

Following the appearance of chaotic powers, the half ancient corpse trapped in the darkness unexpectedly found that the restraining power on his body had decreased a lot!

"Hahaha... I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, that guy who was already dead, I don't know how many years of planning, but in the end he fulfilled that little girl, the successor of King Yin-Yang! You can't figure it out, um, The power of death is also a kind of darkness, and the king of yin and yang deserves to be second only to the king of bodhi."

In the darkness, Changchun murmured to himself, then raised his head to look at the bright mirror outside, and then there was a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"It's just a pity. Is there something wrong with Bodhi King's vision? This guy is far worse than that little girl."

"Fortunately, at the beginning, I was only thinking about death, and I didn't think about rebirth with this kid's body. Otherwise, if I was discovered by the inheritance of the Yin-Yang King in his body, it would not be a dead end."

"Oh... boy, I really can't wait for you to rush to heaven. Even if you can't die, it's not bad to be a death monarch, um, death monarch, haha... I found out, Since I followed this kid, my thoughts have changed, the death monarch, that is the legendary existence."

In the darkness, Changchun let out a wild laugh, but his eyes were always locked on that illusory continent, where there were more and more spirit bodies.

And Changchun didn't even notice that there seemed to be a drop of saliva at the corner of his mouth.

"Ah Choo... Which bastard scolds me, don't let me know, or I will definitely beat your ass in the future."

Just when Changchun was looking at Ming Jing, Ming Jing suddenly sneezed. While talking to himself, a chill that shocked him emerged from the soles of his feet and went straight to his forehead.

But at this moment, the bodhi branch in Mingjing's body emitted a glistening white light, forcing that cold air out of the body.

"Well, I didn't expect King Bodhi's weapon to have a hint of spirituality. I was just scaring that little bald head. Do I need to be so serious?"

In the darkness, Changchun murmured to himself somewhat depressedly.

But at this moment, Wang Qiang was still walking towards the darkness. Unexpectedly, when he was three feet away from the darkness, Ming Jing did not notice the appearance of the force that attacked him before.

"Well, the little brother is indeed here."

"Ming Jing, why didn't you stop him, don't you know..."

Just when Ming Jing was suspicious, Yuan Mo and Tong Qiu both came. At the same time, their eyes were full of dissatisfaction when they looked at Ming Jing.

"He seems to be fine!"

Ming Jing scratched his head in doubt, watching Wang Qiang gradually approaching the darkness, but the imaginary attack did not appear, the three felt something was wrong.

But when Wang Qiang walked in front of the darkness, he stretched out a hand. The moment he stretched out his hand, the darkness in front of him fluctuated violently.

"Rongrong, is that you?"

(End of this chapter)