C56 regression (1/2)
Dong Lang rushed out of orc's place and flew back the entire way. Finally, he arrived in front of the Bewitching Immortal Cult's array formation, and when he returned, his mind was in a mess. The current him still remembered that he was trapped the first time he came here, and in the end, had to rely on what his master had given him in order to barely pass through. Right now, Dong Lang was standing quietly in front of the array, controlling the zhenyuan s all over his body, he brandished the lunar wind s, with the sword in front and the figure at the back, he quickly rushed out, ”Break the array!” With a boom, a small crack appeared in the array and Dong Lang entered it after turning his body.
”Jia Yi, this quasi-young master is becoming more and more powerful. Their futures are limitless. ”
”Mm. Although our 'Bound of Immortal' and 'Bind' Spells can unleash 20% of our strength, to be able to pass like this is already quite amazing.” Tian Kui also praised.
”I didn't expect that after cultivating the seventh level of the Frost Arts, one would still only be able to open a small gap …” Dong Lang entered the Bewitching Immortal Cult, flew all the way to the entrance, and took out the pendant. Like last time, a time and space vortex appeared in the end, and Dong Lang stepped out. This place was just like it was three years ago. Once he took a step out, he discovered that it was already snowing heavily outside. Dong Lang stood in place, allowing the snowflakes to cover his clothes. Towards cold, Dong Lang had long ago stopped feeling it. After all, his body's temperature was even colder than ice. After standing for a while, he took a step forward and disappeared from where he stood.
”Waiter, a plate of beef and a pot of wine.” In an inn, a burly man said as he slammed the table.
”It's so damn cold, what the hell kind of weather is this?” A small man in thick clothes said.
”I've really seen a ghost. Come, Guest, drink some of your wine to warm your body.” The waiter immediately brought out a pot of warm wine. At this moment, a thin youth entered the room. He had a head of white hair that fell over his shoulders and two strands of hair that hung down from his forehead.
”Waiter, prepare some food and bring it to the room.” With that, the thin clothed youth entered the room. ”He is indeed the Dong Lang who has returned,” I wonder what kind of year it is now, and whether or not he has broken his promise to meet Master in the past three years. ” While Dong Lang was muttering to himself, the waiter had already brought the dishes to the guest room. With a wave of his hand, Dong Lang opened the door and saw the scene before him.
”How many years has it been?” Dong Lang stood by the window and asked expressionlessly.
”Reporting to Guest, this year has been four years of profound armor.” The waiter replied as he placed the dishes on the table.
”Guest, if there's nothing else, this lowly one will be leaving first. If there's anything you need, please call me.” The waiter arranged the dishes neatly and said.
”It's alright, you can go now.”
”Fortunately, the time has not passed.” Dong Lang, who knew the exact time, heaved a sigh of relief. After quickly eating, Dong Lang put down the money and took advantage of the night to rush back. He did not use a spell to block it, allowing the snow to cover him. As he was lost in thought, a gust of wind blew past him, blowing away the snow on his body. ”Fourth Senior Brother, why are you not going back yet?”