The breath was turbulent in front of him. Jiajun felt extremely clearly that everything in front of him was changing rapidly, as if something was about to break out of his body.
A bright mirror suddenly appeared in front of Jiajun. In the mirror, he saw a tower giant standing there, roaring around, showing his arrogance and pride.
The breath is locked, and three big characters appear above the Iron Giant.
"King of Ming?" Jiajun was slightly surprised.
The iron giant in front of me is called the King of Ming Dynasty. It is quite a deterrent name, and if it is a mortal, just one glance can make people's fighting spirit disappear.
At this moment, Jiajun's face was as quiet as abyss. At this moment, he quickly criticized him, and soon an iron gate appeared.
Unlike ordinary people, the iron gate in front of him seemed nothing, but Jiajun could feel the flowing aura in it, which was extremely tempting.
The big immortal character above the iron gate also shows its distinction and dignity.
Open your eyes and look at the place where the mirror gathers. The green trees are shrouded in vitality, giving people a feeling of ethereal and clouds and mist.
Suddenly, my blood was boiling: "What's going on? I didn't enter the space of the first lord's inheritance this time? Instead, I went directly into the divine realm?" Although I didn't know which mysterious heaven he entered the divine realm, the power of heaven and earth suddenly appeared. This plane was undoubtedly the divine realm!
In the divine realm, the lower realm, the task of the first lord is completely unorganized and cannot be understood thoroughly! Jiajun sighed in his heart, what about my purple-level reward? Why is there no news yet?
It’s not that he is greedy, he has been looking forward to the purple-level reward of Jiajun for a long time!
After a few breaths, his breath suddenly changed, and then an extremely strong light flashed quickly, making his head dizzy.
Jiajun couldn't believe it. In the blink of an eye, the scenery in front of him changed three times in a row, and he also entered it smoothly, making him feel like he was dreaming.
The breath also became slightly dim from the original light, making Jiaming a little drowsy.
"King of Ming?" Jiajun continued to wonder. "What does it mean!"
At this time, his body leaned obliquely against a thick tree, and the surroundings were silent. Jiajun could even hear his own heartbeat.
Tickling his head, Jiajun said angrily: "How can this be done? He rushed in without saying hello."
Looking around, no one was seen. Jiajun was even more confused. No matter what, since he was here, let's see what the mission was. The purple-level reward will definitely not be denied. Is the method of rewards with higher levels different? I have to investigate the relationship between the inheritance of the first master and the three stars of numerology as soon as possible.
When I thought of this, I was still a little anxious, but it all turned into motivation to continue moving forward.
The current location is a dense forest. Strangely, there is no sound around it, and it is like deathly quiet.
"Strange, which Xuantian is here in the divine world? Why can't even see a ghost shadow?" Jiajun couldn't help but wonder.
Just as he was muttering in a low voice, a shrill scream came from the dense forest not far away.
In front of him, an old man covered in blood screamed and ran towards Jiajun. Behind him, a spotted tiger opened its bloody mouth and opened its final tear towards the old man.
"Save, help! Little brother, save me!" The old man panted and was about to be buried in his household registration. He tried his best to reach out and shouted heart-wrenchingly at Jiajun.
"What tricks do?! And mortals? This tiger is just an ordinary beast? Is this the most mysterious world in the divine world?" Jiajun frowned and did not even take action. With a thought, a surging airflow hit the lower jaw of the flower-spotted tiger. The flower-spotted tiger in front of him flew backwards and landed heavily in the deep forest, not knowing life and death.
The old man in front of him had just broken free from his fear, and was still a little unbelievable. He looked at Jiajun in front of him and said nothing for a long time. He didn't know what he was thinking. His expression was a little distracted, as if he was very excited and sat there.
"Old man, old man?" Jiajun came to his eyes and shook his hand.
It took a long time before the old man recovered and kept shaking his head: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I don't know anything..."
"Old man, calm down first!" Jiajun stepped forward, grabbed the old man's shoulder and shook it a few times, and a divine power gently swept into his body, "Strange, why can't you search the soul?" The other party was just an ordinary person, and searching the soul was too simple for him. But when Jiajun's soul just swept away, the old man suddenly seemed to be hit by a terrifying force, and his eyes suddenly widened. The old man's eyes suddenly turned white, and Jiajun was shocked: "Diet?"
The fallen old man turned into a strange airflow, slowly flowing in the air until he finally disappeared into the sky.
Wherever the breath passed, it attracted Jiajun's gaze, staring at the dense forest in the distance with his bright big eyes.
"Let's go over and take a look." Jiajun made up his mind and walked quickly into the forest.
As soon as I entered, I saw the corpse of the tiger. The flower-spotted tiger was just an ordinary beast. Jiajun just had a light blow and fell into the dense forest, piercing the internal organs by the scattered branches and leaves, and the long tongue stretched out.
Jiajun walked forward and glanced at her spiritual sense: "It's a pity that I'm dead too."
But at this moment, the body of the spotted tiger suddenly jumped up and leaned forward, showing a stance of being attacked.
"What? My spiritual consciousness just swept away, it's obviously dead?!" Jiajun's eyes flashed in disbelief, and was really startled. He subconsciously jumped back a few steps.
The spotted tiger then fell to the ground, splashing waves of dust, and the fascinating eyes were almost unable to open.
"What the hell is this? How could I mess up my spiritual consciousness?" Jiajun was a little angry. The soul searching killed people directly. Why didn't the spiritual consciousness no longer work?!
But at this time, as the blood flowed out of the spotted tiger, a small scroll slowly came into view.
Driven by curiosity, Jiajun stepped forward and picked up the scroll, with a few big words written on it: "The Ming Dynasty does not print it"
Looking in front of him, Jiajun was inexplicably surprised, "What is this thing? It seems to be very powerful?" He waved his hand and the scroll flew directly into his hand. When his finger gently touched the scroll, Jiajun immediately found that a breath in his body was surging out quickly. It was like a pair of powerful big hands, snatching the scroll in Jiajun's hand and disappearing. (To be continued...)