"Is this the legendary Huangquan Road?"

Fenglan walked in the darkness, whispering softly.

The darkness is like a veil, endless.

All "things" disappeared without a trace in this deep darkness.

Even the faintest light coming from Feng Lan's eyes was swallowed up by this darkness.

Occasionally, there are some small sounds, like the whisper of ghosts, which makes people shudder.

Darkness, like an invisible devil, extinguishes hope and light.

Fenglan, probably an exception, is the last bit of stubbornness, floating like a ghost on the road to hell.

Legend has it that there is a Naihe Bridge on the Huangquan Road, and there is a pavilion on the other side, called "Meng Po Pavilion". The owner of the pavilion is an old woman with a gloomy face. People call her "Meng Po Pavilion" for the tourists who come across the bridge.

Give me a bowl of "Meng Po Soup".

bridge!

Feng Lan really saw a crescent bridge, right in front, within reach.

When he was hesitating, a white skeleton hand stretched out from the bridge, holding a bowl of steaming soup in its palm, which was more like a thick Pu'er tea soup.

"How did you know that I like to drink Pu'er tea?"

When Feng Lan asked, he had already picked up the tea bowl, put his mouth on the edge of the bowl, and drank it in one go.

Gradually, he felt an energy boiling in his right arm, and the hands holding the sword hilt were filled with infinite power, and he forcibly lifted a giant sword from the depths of the earth.

Black mist surged, thunder and lightning surged one after another.

In the silence, the world beneath Fenglan's feet trembled.

Feng Lan slowly raised his sword, and a long, low roar came from his chest and poured into the sword body. A sword cry, exciting and clear, echoed in the vast gap of the universe.

Amidst the sound of the sword, a pale golden ball of light suddenly lit up at the tip of the sword, like an eye that had been imprisoned for hundreds of millions of years, suddenly breaking free and opening its eyes to look at the universe.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, the wind roared, and more violent black rain fell from the sky, sweeping the earth.

Thunder and lightning roared, and thunderbolts shuttled, blocking Fenglan and the sword.

The green life energy continuously seeps into the Oriental Fish White, strongly supporting the "new life form" that has long been integrated with the sword.

Time has passed for a long, long time.

The "blue-black mark" appeared on Feng Lan's right hand, as if it was made by countless overlapping eyes.

In a moment, the pale golden ball of light at the tip of the sword slid down the sword body and disappeared into the blue-black mark.

The wind trembled for a while, and a strange whistling sound came from the throat. The sound cracked the stone and penetrated the gold. The surrounding ruins and boulders were infinitely shattered and scattered like dust.

The pale golden light on the giant sword slowly converged, as if it was being directed into Feng Lan's palms.

After a while, the wind stopped, the rain stopped, and the sky was filled with stars.

Feng Lan shook his heavy head and immediately remembered the bowl of "Pu'er tea" he drank. He looked around and found that he was drinking wolfberry water from a thermos cup.

But the darkness, the bridge, the skeletal hand, and the bowl of the legendary Meng Po soup are still fresh in my memory, as if they were just a moment in the past.

Feng Lan looked at the wolfberry in the thermos cup, which had condensed into a blood-colored ball, as if embedded in the bottom of the cup.

He dug with his hands, as if his hands were reaching into the endless void, finding nothing.

An ordinary programmer's thermos cup becomes so mysterious following its owner.

Feng Lan smiled bitterly and shook his head, carefully putting away the thermos cup.

"Island owner...ah..."

Feng Lan's heart was shaken, and he turned into a phantom and came to the place where the sound came from.

Song Biao spurted blood from his mouth, blood gushed out of his eyes, and he muttered: "Hurry...run away..."

Feng Lan circulated the Nine Yang Divine Skill, inputting the pure internal energy into Song Biao's Rendu Second Vein, and said in a deep voice: "Deputy Island Master Song, if you have something to do, please speak slowly and don't rush it."

"Island Master, a strong man has come and captured all of us. My subordinates rushed out desperately and came to report the news." Song Biao said anxiously, "Hurry...escape..."

"What are they

"Human?" Feng Lan saw that Song Biao's complexion had improved and said in a deep voice, "The matter has come to an end. It will be faster to do everything slowly."

"They are the strongest people on our planet." Song Biao coughed violently and gasped for a moment, "They are the strongest killers."

He suddenly lowered his head and shook his head: "How could they come so fast?"

"What do you think?"

When Song Biao heard Feng Lan ask this, he looked at Feng Lan with wide eyes.

"Could it be that the island owner already knows the truth?"

"Someone leaked our coordinates."

"Hmm~" Song Biao exclaimed and said quickly, "The island owner is wise, and his subordinates also think so."

"Deputy Island Master, your injury is very serious and you need good luck to heal it." Feng Lan sighed, "Tell me, what should we do? They are so strong!" Chinese website

"Their goal this time is the island owner. The island owner is of inestimable value to them."

"They were sure that I wouldn't run away, so they let you out to find me."

"My subordinates are stupid."

"It has nothing to do with you." Feng Lan said in a deep voice, "What do you think we should do?"

"Rather than being manipulated like a puppet that is worse than life, it is better to fight with death. As Mingzu said, the sun and moon will reignite the heaven."

"Do as you say." Feng Lan pondered for a long time and nodded, "Born as a human being, this is the only path that a man of "seed" should take."

Feng Lan supported Song Biao and walked slowly towards Time Island.

The surrounding land of Guangyin Island was originally rocky and yellow sand, but now it is wet, as if water is constantly seeping from the depths.

"Master Feng Island, you have such a generous mind." A rough voice said with a weird smile, "You are walking so slowly, aren't you worried about the safety of the women on Time Island?"

"They dare to come here, and they have already understood the price they have to pay."

Feng Lan helped Song Biao stop and replied calmly.

He looked at the more than three hundred people coldly, all of them wearing armor made of special materials, all two feet tall, and carrying weapons that Feng Lan had never heard of.

Wu Santong and others were held aside without any injuries.

"Fenglan, I'll give you one last chance. Give us your sword and thermos, and put on the new clothes we gave you." One person said.

Feng Lan looked at the man, but it was of no use.

They are all the same and difficult to distinguish.

Feng Lan suddenly pulled out his revolver and pointed it at the person who spoke, but saw a bright light on his right arm.

Almost instantly, Feng Lan's palm condensed into a bullet. At the exact moment Feng Lan pulled the trigger, it slid into the barrel of the gun, shot out of the barrel, and hit the chest of the person who spoke.

First, a light golden light penetrated the special material, forming a transparent light golden hole.

Then, the pale golden holes spread silently, eating away at the entire person and the armor made of special materials.

The two-foot-tall man-made giant that was so majestic before turned into a slowly dissipating pale golden light dust.

"Who else?" Feng Lan asked calmly, "Want to give me one last chance?"

Everyone reacted.

Those people wearing armor made of special materials quickly took out their weapons.

"Ah~" Ma Mengqi suddenly screamed in a sharp voice, "Feng Lan, you killed Bai Yunhu, Team White's brother!"

One person shouted: "Fenglan, please put down your weapons quickly."

"You are too polite." Feng Lan sneered coldly, "Anyone who dares to treat me, Feng Lan, as a proxy will only die."

Feng Lan suddenly took a step in the air, and in an instant, the revolver fired continuously, and each pale golden bullet accurately passed through the head made of that special material.

Then, one by one, the tall and mighty "armored giants" turned into pale golden light dust and disappeared between the sky and the earth.

"That's enough!"

A familiar voice came from a person.

Wind waves fell from the sky, and the muzzle of the gun was still lingering with light golden smoke.

"Dragon team, long time no see."

"I never thought that you would be so cruel." It was Bai Yunlong's voice. "Now, there are 131 people left. What can we do to ensure that they return alive?"

"First, you sent me by my side to do things for you.

Second, you sent the person here to kill me, and what’s even more disgusting is the deputy island owner who injured me.

Third, it's you... who has been deceiving me. You even gave me the Nine Yang Manual and the Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms.

Therefore, you should set the price."
To be continued...