Chapter 784 (1/2)

The headquarters of the dark Council, along the long passage, six members of the parliament walked in silence. The body of the flame, barely illuminating the surrounding area, was dark as thick ink. A moment later, standing in front of a huge stone gate, the sage stopped and turned around and said, ”haven't you contacted the Morningstar councillor yet?”

Molly shook her head. ”I can't find his breath. It seems to be blocked by some force.”

”Hum!” Huang Ying sneers, ”it's just a matter of being casual in ordinary days. It's about the future of the parliament today, but it's also absent Morning star is too much! ”

There are seven members of the dark Council, each of which is unique. Without any of them, it will become incomplete.

The sage raised his hand. ”Well, it's no use saying so much, and Morningstar didn't know it would happen.”

He swept a circle. ”We six people can't give full play to our power, but they can't be much worse. The most important thing is that what we will do today is not only one side of the parliament. We can join forces with other forces to do it. As long as we kill Ning Qin, we can achieve our goal. Don't delay any more, let's start. ”

Turn around and flick your sleeves. The stone gate opens quietly. The sage is the first one to step into it, followed by the other five members. After a few breaths, the ”boom” friction sound came from the stone gate, like pushing away some heavy objects and rubbing against each other.

Shua -

a pair of huge eyes open, and there is a dark, dead and cold atmosphere inside, which seems to freeze the soul!

……

The two towering mountains point to the sky from afar, the peak tip is not deep into the clouds, they are close to each other, the mountain almost covers all the light.

So the abyss between the two mountains became more and more dark, like the entrance to hell. All of a sudden, there was a strong wind, blowing thick trees, making a large ”clattering” sound.

Whoop -

whoop -

a cloud of white gas emerges from the abyss, and in a twinkling of an eye it condenses into a thick fog, which can't be blown by a gust of wind.

After this strange scene lasted for a moment, the darkness in the abyss rolled up, a huge claw protruded from it, cut tofu like easily into the rocks, dragged the huge body by force, and slowly emerged from the darkness.

The ferocious wolf's head is covered with iron needle like black hair. The hardest skull shows a long scar. It starts from the left lower corner of the eye, and tilts upward to the right ear root.

His left eye is blind, his right ear has been cut off, and the scar on his head bone, after hundreds of thousands of years of recuperation, still can't be cured.

And this wound was left to it by its loyal owner many, many years ago. It was supposed to be the last time he met his master, but now he's back.

The black wolf with one eye and one ear doesn't want to believe it, but the shiver in his heart will never be wrong. It belongs to his master.

Looking back and living in the abyss of hundreds of thousands of years, the black wolf couldn't help thinking, was it wrong to choose betrayal?

But the idea was doomed to be unanswered. The black wolf leaped, and the white fog floating over the abyss fell at his feet, carrying it directly into the space and disappeared in the violent waves.

……

The river dashed down from a high place, tearing apart the peaks and forming many strange and steep peaks. The shabby thatched house is built near the river. Sitting in front of the house, you can feel the moist water vapor coming from your face.

Most of the straw mat on the roof has been broken. If a strong wind blows, it may be lifted out and fall into the roaring river. It will be torn to pieces in an instant.

But it has been standing here for many years. No one can remember when it appeared.

In this lonely cottage, there lived a lonely old woman. She always combed her white hair clean and tidy, and wore a cotton skirt that seemed never to be replaced.

Every morning the old woman would go out on time, holding a suspender and throwing the straight hook into the river. When there is a fish on the hook, the old woman lifts up the fishing rod and makes a fire to cook.

A fish is her daily ration. No matter how big or small, she will never fish again.

On several steep peaks in the distance, there are many figures. One by one, the monks stare at each other, waiting for the old lady to push the door to fish.

They don't know the identity of the old woman or why the other side lives here, but they are a little certain. This humble old woman with no fluctuation of power is a real power.

There have been strong people to test, but no matter how hard they try, they can't get close to that lonely peak. The mountain and the man are clearly in front of us, but they seem to be separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, or exist in another space.

”Out!”

With a muffled low cry, the thatched cottage door on the lonely peak retreated from the inside, and the old woman with white hair and a cotton group walked out with a fishing rod. She ignored the awe and curiosity of the surrounding eyes, went to the cliff and sat down, throwing the straight hook into the river.

The river is surging, and the old lady sitting by the river seems to be very small. But at this moment, all the monks' eyes are focused on her alone, and the eyes are infatuated.Boring fishing, in their eyes, seems to contain a trace of the charm of the road, which can burst out countless flashes in the mind.

”Ah! I understand, I finally understand! ” A friar, with a face full of ecstasy, stood up and solemnly bowed down to the old woman, ”thank you for your advice over the years, I will never forget my life!”

The old woman, who had never been moved and regarded everyone as nothing, turned around and nodded slightly.

The friar was immediately flattered, but before he could speak again, the old woman, who had been sitting still, suddenly raised the fishing rod.

Boom -

when the river burst, the mighty river seemed to be cut off, and a huge black shadow was directly pulled out of the water.

It has the head of a cow, but its body is a big fish. It has claws under its belly, and its tail is like a scorpion with barbs.

”Moo moo” low cry, this four unlike monster was thrown to the shore, its eyes scared but dare not escape, just lying there, body shivering.

The old woman put down her fishing rod and said lightly, ”you have been practicing with my breath for thousands of years. Today you will be my mount. When you get to the place, I will let you go.”

She took a step forward, the figure flew up and down to the back of the beast, and people in the middle of the sky changed dramatically, like a reversal of time, the old woman breathed, and became a young woman of double ten years.

The only constant is that the cotton group she wears is still inconspicuous.

Standing on the monster, the wind rolled up her long hair. At this moment, all the monks were stunned, as if they saw the goddess who would ascend to heaven.

Moo -

a low roar, the monster jumped into the river, with the woman on his back, directly into the bottom of the river.