Chapter 1454: But it is a dream (2/2)

Ning Qi brows slightly wrinkled, he did feel that the chair is still a constant source of energy, introduced into his body, for him to concise the ancient emperor.

This scene, when compared with the original cohesive law, absorbs the essence left by the evil Shura is very similar, but this power, I do not know why, in Ning Qi's view is somewhat illusory.

”Leave here? The old man should not laugh, this is just an ancient tower. Let me stay here as a relic?”

Ning Qi smirked, his mind rushed, and quickly thought about the way to escape from this place. This place is too strange. He even thinks that everything is an illusion, including his own cultivation as a breakthrough, and the advancement of the law is an illusion!

”Since you don't want to stay here, the old age does not force you, just hope that the goodness that you have made today, the little friend can remember in the future, right, the outside world calls this place the tower of the heart, a total of thirty-three layers Right? Actually, here is the thirty-three layer of Lingxiaotian. But the old age has already displayed a blind eye for the little friends. No one knows that you have been there for thirty-three days.”

The old man smiled.

In other words, Ning Qi asked what to ask, and the old man suddenly waved, and the surrounding scene changed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First of all, the magnificent hall, the darkness is incomparably, the ghosts are sturdy, the Tota King and others on both sides are also missing and missing. There are even four heads in the Eight Immortals, only the body, the middle of the Erlang God. Only the eyes, as if they were born to dig.

Seeing this scene, Ning Qi only felt that his back was cold, and a cold rushed from the bottom of his foot to the Tianling cover. He quickly looked at the old man, where is his trace?

Subconsciously, Ning Qi stood up and found himself finally able to get out of this dusty chair.

“This place is very different, leave first!”

In the heart, Ningqi quickly left the Lingxiao Temple. He turned his head and saw that the plaque in the temple was only one-third of the linger, only one lingering word, and the rest of it seemed to be smashed by life.

Ning Qi immediately decided to return to the original road. On the road, he saw him again. At this moment, his face was full of blood, and there was a big blood hole in his heart.

Ning Qi saw the previous seven palace-faired fairies. They all had no heads and continued to walk. There was only a bone left in the body. Only the dragon with some rotten flesh and blood on the head was lying down on the ground.

Outside the Nantianmen, two giants with a thousand feet tall, only the feet are still half a squat, from the part above the belly button, disappeared without a trace.

Ning Qi broke away, after a few dozens of interest, he turned and looked, only from the clouds, faintly see the traces of Nantianmen.

”The ghosts and ghosts, the dilapidated heaven, is this my memory memorized by the tower of the mind, or... these gods have experienced a big battle, and finally lost, the soul hides here...”

A trace of doubt arises from Ning Qi's heart. Without more clues, he can't confirm everything he sees. It is true or false.

If the old man is telling the truth, he has already reached the thirty-three days that he has never been to Yan Xianhuang.

......

When Ning Qi was thinking about it, in the dilapidated Lingxiao Temple, a figure walked out of the hall, standing proudly behind the old man, looking in the direction of Ning Qi.

”Laojun, you gave him the only remaining spirit of the place, and we... I am afraid I will be annihilated.”

Erlang God whispered.

A sad atmosphere filled the crowd.

”We don't belong to this world, how come the ash is annihilated? You don't want to look at it, this tower, but when a real fairy soldier fell, the soul escaped into it, by his memory, constructed I am waiting, I am waiting... but it is a dream...”

The old man faintly said.

The voice just fell, a breeze blew, and the figure was like sand, floating in the heavens and the earth.