The City of Terror

The third chapter is sent! Will the poor road say that it will break out today? Let's go eat and brew. ●⌒,——

At this moment, the invisible edge of the road came out through the courtyard wall, and shuttled back and forth around the streets. In the twinkling of an eye, the streets in this area seemed to be the end of the day, and there were smooth cracks everywhere.

To be honest, if Wei Xiaobei just ran a little slower, he might have fewer parts.

The white fog dragon horse is extremely fast. Not long after, Wei Xiaobei’s eyes are condensed, and some unbelievable looks appear on his face.

The alley at the back of the rental house that I once lived in was the edge of the desert.

But now, out of the alley, Wei Xiaobei saw a grayish white land.

The desert has disappeared?

Is it?

"Chong!"

Wei Xiaobei did not hesitate, judged the direction, and directed the white fog dragon horse to rush forward.

The white mist dragon horse ran for about two or three kilometers above the gray earth, and there was a dense fog in front.

Wei Xiaobei’s eyes are firm and there is no slight shake. The white fog dragon horse does not have its own consciousness. Naturally, according to the command of Wei Xiaobei, one end will enter the dense fog.

After entering the dense fog, Wei Xiaobei felt as if he had lost his direction, and his eyes could see it. Even Bo Wen’s ability to understand this ability could not see any information.

At this time, the time seems to be stagnant, no matter how the white fog dragon horse runs, this thick fog seems to have no end, even at such a fast speed, even the wind is not brought up, the whole world seems to fall into nothingness. .

However, Wei Xiaobei did not give up in the slightest. After entering this zone, he could feel the faint heat of the dragon soul between the foreheads, and with the advance, this heat is increasing.

Perhaps this is the connection between this dragon soul and the body.

call!

I don't know how long it has been. Suddenly, Wei Xiaobei feels bright. The golden gravel is reflected in the eye.

I am out!

Wei Xiaobei couldn't help but turn his head and look back. The ecstatic look suddenly solidified on his face.

There is no white fog behind him, and some are just a desert. The most terrible thing is that Wei Xiaobei also saw a trace of ink blue in the distance. And the seawater smell that is faintly smellable in the nostrils.

The end of the desert behind you is the sea!

Your sister!

What exactly is going on?

Wei Xiaobei's face is slightly gloomy, no doubt, the fog is a bit strange.

But for now, the important thing is not this.

Wei Xiaobei slightly identified the direction through the dragon soul, which drove the white fog dragon horse forward.

The temperature is constantly increasing. The temperature before entering the desert area was about thirty-seven octaves, but after more than ten kilometers, the temperature has risen to one hundred degrees.

In other words, in such temperatures, the water will boil directly!

To say that in the previous desert, the temperature is not so high, only when the fire dragon near the Yan Yan body, the temperature will reach this level.

Wei Xiaobei has determined that the phlegm is in front, so the abnormal temperature can almost prove that sputum inflammation has a problem.

Wei Xiaobei’s contact with Yan Yan is not too short.

Although the temperature of sputum in vitro is very high. And this desert is from a certain point of view, it is the phenomenon of its power spillover, but the control of flame power is not weak.

Otherwise, when it is joyful to defend Xiaobei, Wei Xiaobei may be turned into ashes. The temperature of the dragon's dragon is high, and I am afraid that the flame immunity (intermediate) will not be able to resist.

Wei Xiaobei’s emotions were slightly moving, and the white fog dragon horse was immediately affected, and the speed suddenly increased several times.

However, this growth rate did not last long, and the white fog dragon horse could not maintain its shape. Wei Xiaobei only felt the next empty space, and the white fog dragon horse disappeared into the white fog and the dragon bow.

Wei Xiaobei turned a flip and his legs fell steadily on the ground. But the eyes are looking forward.

In the distance, a red body resembling a mountain range appears in Wei Xiaobei's field of vision.

It is phlegm inflammation!

Wei Xiaobei immediately rushed forward, and when his eyes could see clearly, he was surprised to find that the sputum inflammation at this time was completely different.

In short, it is ugly.

Ok. Whoever is replaced, kneeling on the ground, constantly squatting, will not look good.

However, its external fire is overflowing, and as its center, it has been turned into a sea of ​​fire in the range of more than two hundred meters, and its magma rolling, it is imposing.

"You are here, enough friends!"

What Wei Weibei never imagined was that he had just stood outside the fire, and Yan Yan actually said such a sentence.

However, it can be heard from its voice that the phlegm inflammation at this time seems to be weak.

"What happened? Can I have a look?"

Wei Xiaobei looks a little dignified. There is no doubt that this scene in front of him is completely the result of the inability of Qi Yan to control his own strength.

"I want to turn into a smash, you stand a little farther, otherwise it will hurt you."

Yan Yan’s trust in himself is beyond the imagination of Wei Xiaobei.

Xiaolong was the weakest when he became a scorpion, and Wei Xiaobei knew it even if he was a fool.

This dragon has many habits similar to snakes.

"What do I need to help me?"

Wei Xiaobei is not quite sure what will happen next, but what Yan Yan said is his own friend. Wei Xiaobei naturally cannot stand by and watch it. He said that he is here, if he is standing next to him like a fool, Some can't say it.

"Help? Forget it, if you have nothing to do, just temper your body in the magma. This is my own business. Others can't help."

Although Yan Yan has made Wei Xiaobei a friend, not to mention that it does not look down on Wei Xiaobei. The gap between the two sides is too great.

Can you imagine your pet rat vowed to help you solve the problem?

Wei Xiaobei closed his eyes and felt it. Now Yan Yan should not be too dangerous.

As Yan Yan said, he can't help himself for the time being, but it is better to temper his own fire resistance in the magma.

Thinking of this, Wei Xiaobei jumped into the magma.

As the body is immersed in the magma, the powerful heat penetrates through the skin.

It’s hot!

Just like this, Wei Xiaobei almost jumped out of the magma.

Don't look at the color of this magma is only dark red, but it is much higher than the actual magma temperature, even higher than the fire dragon dung lake.

Fortunately, Wei Xiaobei's flame immunity has been upgraded to an intermediate level, and this level of high temperature is barely affordable.

Of course, even so, Wei Xiaobei's skin quickly turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye, then turned black and became coke-like.

As the skin is damaged, Wei Xiaobei's powerful resilience begins, and the connective tissue under the skin and even under the skin is constantly reborn.

There is no doubt that this pain is beyond the reach of most people.

Wei Xiaobei feels that this is not enough to soak, simply buried the head in the magma.

The hot magma will invade the body along the delicate respiratory tract.

This is completely another novel pain.

Fortunately, all kinds of pain for Wei Xiaobei, but it is a sign of their own continuous enhancement, this idea makes Wei Xiaobei do not refuse to the pain.

Anyway, the magma is immersed in the respiratory tract, and at most, the respiratory tract is cooked, and with its own recovery ability, it can recover in a short time.

"are you OK?"

After about two minutes, the sound of phlegm was transmitted through the magma.

Don't say that Wei Xiaobei's ears are hot, how can I hear the sound.

For Wei Xiaobei, whose inductive power attribute is as high as 43, as long as it is within the range of the induction pulse, any sound can directly penetrate into the mind, as long as Wei Xiaobei is willing to answer.

Not to mention that the ears are familiar, even if the auditory nerves are destroyed, it will not affect Wei Xiaobei's induction pulse.

"Fortunately."

Wei Xiaobei emerged from a magma, and his head has become a bald head. Although Wei Xiaobei's hair strength is already harder than that of steel wire, it can't last long in the magma, even more fragile than the skin.

Seeing the appearance of Wei Xiaobei, Yan Yan suddenly smiled, although the sound is a bit ugly, but it is indeed laughing.

"If you have nothing, just chat with me, it’s really uncomfortable."

Yan Yan complained, hating his teeth.

Wei Xiaobei will not refuse, but the magma will be soaked, and the speed of fire resistance will not be fast.

After Wei Xiaobei and Yan Yan got on the conversation, they found that Yan Yan became a resentful man at this time, complaining constantly.

Complaining about my mother, complaining about my father, and even complaining about my brothers and sisters.

Gradually, Wei Xiaobei heard something from the words of Yan Yan.

To be honest, from the first time I saw Yan Yan, Wei Xiaobei had a doubt.

For Mao, this phlegm will stay here alone.

I have said before that, according to the age of the real dragon, phlegm is equivalent to a child of eight or nine years old.

The mother is Yan Yan, this is what is going on, Wei Xiaobei is not very clear, but his father Xihai Longwang, Wei Xiaobei is very familiar.

Well, of course, this familiarity comes from the Journey to the West.

Xitian took the mentor and four men and added a horse. Wei Xiaobei was too familiar.

That horse is the son of the Dragon King of the West Sea!

This guy, because his wife hooked up the Hydra, angered and burned the jewel of the Jade Emperor, and he was told by his old man to go to heaven to say that he was disobedient.

In this way, the Jade Emperor was furious and sent Tian Tiantian to take it. If it wasn’t for Guanyin Bodhisattva, he would send it directly to Sendai.

In the end, he turned into a white dragon horse, converted to Buddhism, and took the Tang Sanzang to obtain the truth. He was enshrined as the Eight Dragons.

Not to mention that this guy's wife put a green hat on him, and it is not right to take the baby out of the air. It can also be seen that the relationship between the Xihai Dragon King and his son is extremely bad.

The reason is very simple. My daughter-in-law and apricot are out of the wall. Instead, I sent my son to Sendai. Is there such a father? (To be continued.)