fairy tales

Chapter 1133 The Monument in the Tomb (1)
"Yiya!"

The sharp voice kept ringing, the miniature colorful snake kept rushing forward, the colorful divine splendor streaked across the void, and shuttled rapidly... while Chu Liuxiang stepped on the "God's Void Step", with a ghostly figure, mysterious footwork, and tight Following behind, one person and one beast have already traveled nearly a thousand meters in an instant.

And the mini colorful snake also stopped, and her big nimble eyes looked ahead nervously, Chu Liuxiang was delighted when she saw the mini colorful snake stop, she speeded up, and soon came to the mini colorful snake, With a wry smile, he said, "Xiaolong, why are you running? I'm exhausted after chasing him."

"Yaya!" The miniature colorful snake yelled twice, cut through the sky, and turned into Chu Liuxiang's arms and clothes. It nervously exposed its head, poked its head around, and looked ahead in fear with its big nimble eyes.

Chu Liuxiang smiled, and then looked forward. When he saw the situation ahead, his brows were also wrinkled, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.

Ahead, looking around, there is no blade of grass. The land on the ground is a rare black-red color, as if it has been infested with blood, and there are extremely black magic clouds in the air. What you can see is only ten A few meters away, no matter how far it is, it is impossible to detect. In the magic cloud, there is an extremely ancient breath surging in the void.

The front seemed to be a world of its own. As soon as Chu Liuxiang entered this space, he clearly felt his body trembling unconsciously, like fear, like fear, and complicated moods constantly affected Chu Liuxiang, making Chu Liuxiang perceive all kinds of things. With all kinds of feelings, feeling the long-lasting vicissitudes of the past, Chu Liuxiang seemed to feel that he had once again entered the depths of the prehistoric world, a different kind without a monster, a tree, or a life. Prehistoric world.

The feeling here is really the same as the feeling in the depths of the prehistoric world, or even stronger. Taking a deep breath of the ancient breath, Chu Liuxiang seems to feel that the soul is trembling. This strange stimulation makes Chu Liuxiang energetic. His mind was clear, and his complexion began to become dignified.

Here, there is no sword wind, some are just demonic clouds, and it even makes people feel that it is not in the sword mound, because there is no shining sword around, or there is nothing related to the sword, there are only That ancient and desolate mulberry field breath.

"Yiya!"

The miniature colorful snake's claws danced, the dragon's language kept ringing, and the sound of the miniature colorful snake echoed in the air, which seemed extremely hollow, making the place even more silent.

"Xiaolong, you don't want me to go on!" Chu Liuxiang frowned. Anyone who has come here knows that the front must be very dangerous, but it seems that Xiaolong intends to go to the front.

"Yaya!" The miniature colorful snake jumped out of Chu Liuxiang's clothes and floated above the void in front of Chu Liuxiang's eyes. Its little claws kept dancing, and the dragon said, "Yeah, yah." Unfortunately, Chu Liuxiang couldn't understand it at all, so he had to take a deep breath. In a calm tone, he said, "Okay, let's go and see what's inside."

(End of this chapter)