Feng Chenglin: "..."

A sense of frustration came to my heart.

"You...you mean, we show up, you see it?"

"Yes! I was also stunned at that time. Later, when I saw the sword in your hand, I immediately understood..."

Lao Diao pointed his head and pointed the two of them forward.

"When I was a child, our ancestors told me that one day, our tribe members will open the door to this world and lead us out..."

"Turn you out..."

Feng Chenglin twitched his lips and whispered.

"Actually, the same killing everywhere in this world..."

"Is your world also lacking water?!"

“…This is not…”

"That's all right?" Lao Diao glanced at Feng Chenglin with a slightly strange look, feeling a little disgusted: "You have never tasted the taste of lack of water, so you don't understand the importance of water to us..."

His steps paused, looked behind him alertly, and confirmed that no one was following him, so he stepped out.

"Follow my steps and don't walk around..."

After taking a step forward, Ling Luoyu instantly saw a surging scene.

She seemed to be at the bottom of the sea, with the waves separated on both sides, and the waves were surging, as if they could be suppressed at any time, which was suffocating.

Feng Chenglin was also frightened: "This...what is going on?!"

Lao Diao looked at the two of them proudly and smiled: "This is the Yuan formation set up by our ancestors. Only those who know the formation can walk out alive if they enter, otherwise they will be ruthlessly swallowed by the surrounding sea water and crushed to death!"

Ling Luoyu also knew a little about the formation.

The original ordinary world can exert different deterrence powers with the blessing of formations.

General formations are usually the effect of power, which is the result of confusion and confusion.

However, the formation in front of us has a three-dimensional shadow effect, which makes people immersive and fundamentally crush people's cognition.

At the end of the waves is the thatched hut.

On the grass outside the house, a woman in white was standing.

Feng Chenglin's eyes suddenly shone: "Woman?!"

Lao Diao was upset: "What's wrong with the woman?"

"No...no..." Feng Chenglin subconsciously looked at Ling Luoyu.

In his subconscious, a person of his level of ancestors should be an old man who is in his twilight years old, with a dragon-headed crutch in his hand, and even a cough cane cane.

But unexpectedly, he was so elegant and outspoken, like a banished immortal temperament that was not as good as the world's fireworks.

but--

Feng Chenglin then glanced at Lao Diao: "She...is the ancestor of your clan?!"

"Yes! What's wrong?!"

Feng Chenglin twitched: "It's okay..."

How could such an old ancestor with a good temperament give birth to such a despicable old man?!

It's simply genetic degeneration, and the longer it grows, the more it goes backwards!!

In front of the hut, a woman in white moved her lotus steps lightly and her smile came forward leisurely.

"This morning, the water is red, reminding me that a distinguished guest has arrived, and it really comes..."

She is not old, only about forty years old, with elegant appearance and noble temperament. She looks at Ling Luoyu with bright eyes.

"Are you a descendant of the Manghuang clan?"

She pointed Ling Luoyu at a glance, which surprised her: "How do you know for your senior?"

"Call me ancestor..."

Ling Luoyu's pupils frowned: "You are the ancestor of our Manghuang clan..."
Chapter completed!