Chapter 994 The Outer Building of Qingshan Tower Outside the Mountain

"Ancestor, didn't you say that you participated in the ancient war? Then do you know the way?"

In the turbulent space in the land of chaos, Wu Chi couldn't help but go crazy.

There are too many broken small worlds here. Even though he now has the ability to easily travel through the void, it is still extremely difficult to find the original small world in such a chaotic environment.

In desperation, Wu Chi had to seek help from the Ancient Dark Dragon again.

According to the ancient dark dragon, it was injured in the ancient battle. It must have some memories of the land of chaos, right?

"Don't be ridiculous, when the ancestor was involved, the ancient war had not really started at all, otherwise there would be no chance of escaping back to the Nether Dragon Abyss." He snorted angrily, and the ancient Nether Dragon replied angrily, " In the Land of Chaos, although our ancestors were here before, it has been shattered into pieces like this, who would still recognize it?"

Participating in the ancient war is itself a way for Ancestor Minglong to put gold on his face. Now that Wu Chi has really returned to the Land of Chaos, how can it hold on?

Mentioning this, Taigu Minglong felt a little guilty, and then added, "Since you can get the Shadow-bearing Divine Sword, the small world you are in must be in the center of the land of chaos. You can find a way to find it in the center. , it should still be easy to find, right?”

The most central position, this is easy to say, but in fact, it means saying nothing at all.

Shaking his head, Wu Chi also completely gave up on trying to find out the news from the Ancient Minglong. He pondered for a moment and immediately fell towards the nearest small world.

According to Daozu, the seal of the Land of Chaos has been loosened, and there may be inheritance left everywhere. No matter where you go, you may actually get some clues.

Wu Chi wanted to return to his original small world, but his purpose of returning to the Land of Chaos this time was not just to go back.

The most important thing is that Wu Chi naturally thought of the Dark Hell Realm!

The original Dark Hell Realm was connected to many passages in the small world. It would be much easier if we could first return to the Dark Hell Realm through the small world, and then return to the original small world.

With Wu Chi's current strength, it was naturally not difficult to break through the space barrier of the small world, but in an instant, Wu Chi stepped into this small world.

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"Beyond the mountains, the green hills are outside the buildings, and when will the singing and dancing in the West Lake be closed!"

While boating and on the West Lake, a middle-aged scribe shook his head and shook his head while singing with a folding fan in his hand.

It is said to be a boat, but it is actually a flower boat, but now this flower boat has been chartered by a middle-aged scribe alone.

"Sir, you are so elegant. It's just such a good time and beautiful scenery. If you just sit on the bow of the boat like this, wouldn't you be wasting the good time?"

While talking, a woman wearing a white mink coat walked over with a smile, took the middle-aged arm, and said softly.

"Haha, with the moonlight as my companion and Miss Chanjuan as my companion, how can I waste my time? Come, get me some wine."

With a casual smile, the middle-aged man gave instructions casually.

"How can the wine of ordinary people be worthy of Mr. Zheng's identity in Louwailou? I have a thousand-year blood brew here. Please drink it with Mr. Zheng!"

Almost at the same time that the middle-aged man spoke, a figure suddenly appeared on the lake, walking on the waves. In an instant, a young man in blood-clothed clothes jumped directly onto the flower boat.

As soon as the words "louwailou" came out, the middle-aged scribe's pupils suddenly shrank.

"I asked who it was. It turned out to be the mountain owner of Xiaoqingshan. Zheng was very honored."

Before, he was talking and laughing freely, looking like a scribe, but between these words, a terrifying aura suddenly came out of him, as if the entire flower boat sank slightly.

"Mr. Zheng, you're welcome!"

Calmly sat down at the table beside him, the young man in blood took out a jar of wine from his sleeve, made an invitation gesture and spoke.

After calming down for a moment, the middle-aged scribe immediately sat down next to him, stretched out his hand and patted open the mud seal on the wine jar. The smell of wine suddenly filled the air, "Good wine! It is indeed a thousand-year-old blood-brewed wine. Even if such a beautiful wine is from Xiaoqingshan, I'm afraid there aren't many jars of it, right? I'm afraid Zheng can't afford the mountain master's wine."

Wine is good wine, but the other party's sudden appearance here must have an ulterior motive. Naturally, this wine is not easy to drink.

While the two were talking, the woman had already turned pale with fright, and she didn't even have the courage to escape.

She has been with this middle-aged scribe for several days, but she never knew that this middle-aged scribe turned out to be from the famous Louwailou!

Xiaoqingshan, Louwailou, I am afraid that no one in the world does not know these two names, because they originally mean the two top sects in the world.

"Mr. Zheng was joking. Louwailou has just opened the passage to the dark prison world recently. It is a time of high spirits. Given time, it is said that with this little wine, even if I, Xiao Qingshan, are merged into Louwailou, it will only be enough." I don’t dare to refuse even if I’m afraid.”

The pupils shrank suddenly, and this time the middle-aged scribe finally showed a hint of horror in his eyes, "I don't know, how could you know about this?"

With a carefree smile, the blood-clothed young man stretched out his hand again and said calmly, "Mr. Zheng is ridiculous, there is no airtight wall in this world! What a big deal it is to open the passage to the dark prison world. Mr. Zheng is not the only one in the building outside the building. The news is naturally I can’t hide it.”

His eyes were narrowed tightly together, and a terrifying murderous intention suddenly arose in the heart of the middle-aged scribe.

The impact of things in the Dark Prison Realm is so great that it may even affect the future of the building outside the building. Outsiders are not allowed to interfere at all! But unfortunately, the news finally leaked to Xiaoqingshan, and even the mountain owner of Xiaoqingshan came in person. This jar of wine... is really too expensive!

If possible, he would naturally want to kill the other party on the spot, but they have been fighting each other for many years and are very aware of each other's strength. It is simply impossible to kill the other party directly.

Now that Xiao Qingshan knows about it, we have to talk about it whether we want to talk about it or not.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged scribe said calmly, "This is not the place to talk. If the mountain master is really serious, why not follow me back to the building outside the building?"

"Mr. Zheng is joking!" Shaking his head, the young man in blood said calmly, "I rashly stepped into the building outside the building before everything was settled. How many lives do I have to get out?"

After a pause, the young man in blood-clothed clothes continued, "The moonlight is beautiful, let's sit above the West Lake, drink and chat, wouldn't it be fun?"

"That's fine...it's just a pity that this ship of beauties is missing!"

With a sigh, the middle-aged scribe said casually. As he spoke, he waved the folding fan in his hand and suddenly turned into a phantom, heading straight for the woman's throat!

Such a thing cannot be known to any outsiders. Although it is a pity for this woman, but before such a big event, what does a few lives mean?

However, at the moment when the woman closed her eyes and waited for death, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the woman. There was obviously no aura fluctuation, but the middle-aged scribe's full blow seemed to fall into nothingness instantly. Generally, it disappears without a trace.