Inside and Outside World

"Is this another great contribution to the human race?"

Yan Luo looked at the sun in the sky.

"Kill the warlord, but bring a Kunpeng corpse to the human race, destroy the miniature sun, but dispel the ghost entwined on the fire."

With such a change in the square, someone will definitely arrive soon, and Yan Luo will not leave and stand here quietly.

After the phantom disappeared, the fire glowed brightly, but the blood in the center of the flame remained the same.

"Is this scarlet color the original firewood, or has it changed due to external interference?"

Yan Luo always felt that such flames were somewhat ominous.

However, the program did not issue any further prompts.

"Where is the original flame...?"

Fuxi's gossip is nothing, it can only be used by practicing gossip Qiankun Kungfu, the firewood of Suirenshi, this is the requirement of the main task.

After making such a contribution, there should be no more danger in this city. Yan Luo thought about how he would ask the king in yellow for salary. After all, he claimed to be a foreigner—from the Eastern Tang Dynasty Hastily asking for information on the most precious thing of the human race will definitely arouse suspicion.

"Hula la..."

The sound of running footsteps sounded, and Yan Luo saw in the panoramic view that a group of soldiers with spears and bronze daggers at their waists came running.

One person stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, please!"

Yan Luo followed these people out of Xinhuo Square, crossed one street after another, and arrived at another square, but the area here was much smaller than before, and the soldiers all retreated after they brought him.

Standing here, he is still blindfolded, dressed in animal skin bandages, with a chain knife wrapped around his waist.

The range of telepathy expanded from 20 meters to 200 meters, but when Yan Luo found that his spiritual sense was reaching the "royal palace", it was blocked by an inexplicable force. This was the first time he encountered a place that could isolate the spiritual sense .

Someone walked out slowly.

Under Yan Luo's induction, it was as if a shadow oppressed him vaguely!

In addition to an extremely strong sense of depression, there is also an extremely dangerous premonition, Yan Luo's hair suddenly stood up, and then fell quietly.

There is no doubt that the king of the Xuanyuan Tribe is one of the most powerful people on the Pangu Continent! Killing Kunpeng before, but it was actually just a trick to get into the stomach, Yan Luo knew his own strength, even if he entered this world and used the Golden Crow Neidan to open a big trick, it was equivalent to tempering the body, forging the bones and washing the marrow, and it was still comparable to the strong at the apex There is a big gap.

"I hope there will be no accidents."

Yan Luo left Chen Beixue as his backup, and the other backup is the emotion in the Wuxin puppet.

Anger is 80 points, Fear is 80 points, Despair is 40 points, and they are already fully charged.

But because the fusion mask will be disturbed by the surrounding elements, I didn't try it before, but the fusion of the persona may not be successful, and it is not safe.

As the man walked out of the stone house, a human figure wearing a yellow robe and cloak was seen in the panoramic view—as for whether it was male, female, old or young, because the spiritual consciousness was blocked by the shadow. There is a circular imprint on the chest of the cloak, on which some straight lines and arcs are intertwined to form a triangular pattern, overlapping each other to form a somewhat weird symbol.

"You are what Gong said, the stranger who came here from the Tang tribe."

The voice of the king in yellow is male.

"Yes, my name is Yan Luo."

Yan Luo nodded as a courtesy.

"How did you hunt Kunpeng?"

"I was sucked into the belly by Kunpeng in the shape of a kun, and then destroyed it from inside." Yan Luo explained briefly.

"I see."

The voice of the king in yellow continued to sound: "Even so, it is quite extraordinary, and you can be called a warrior... Why are you blindfolded? Hmm... I seem to be asking nonsense. If you are blindfolded, there should be something wrong with your eyes... I’m really surprised that you can kill Kunpeng without seeing anything, seeing how you’re wearing a weapon, why don’t you compete with the warriors in the royal city?”

Yan Luo shook his head quickly: "No, that's not necessary."

"Hahaha..." The King in Yellow let out a weird laugh, "Don't worry, it's just a competition."

"Muku, come out."

Following the call of the "king", a general walked out of the stone house.

This guy is over 2.3 meters tall, and he is a burly and majestic giant! Like the king in yellow, not even a trace of "skeletal" skin is exposed, both hands and face are covered in bronze armor! The shiny metal armor, and such a tall body, give people the feeling of a metal golem in a magical world.

A skeleton in bronze armor, with a chain hanging from his waist, but unlike Yan Luo's chain knife, the top of his chain is a round bump.

Meteor hammer!

This is not copper, but the texture of steel.

In addition to the meteor hammer bronze armor, there is also a bronze sword behind the human "skull".

A sword of the same style as the Flamebearer.

In other words, it weighs seven thousand catties! No, this sword is bigger and probably heavier, perhaps weighing ten thousand catties!

Yan Luo looked at the armored man silently in the panorama. In his opinion, this guy was an armored chariot with full armor—and, like the king in yellow, he couldn't detect the armor inside the metal man's armor. Appearance, gender, a thick shadow cuts off telepathic prying eyes.

Seeing the armored man "Mu" standing in front of him, feeling the strong pressure from the opponent, Yan Luo said, "I admit defeat."

"The warriors of the Xuanyuan tribe are mighty and majestic, and I am not as good as them."

Yan Luo doesn't plan to fight unnecessary battles. Besides, even if he has a semi-spiritual body, it won't be too strenuous to hold a heavy weight of a thousand catties, and he can't lift tens of thousands of catties. How destructive is the opponent's weapon with a sword?

The king in yellow: "The rules of the king's city~www.wuxiaspot.com~ If one of the two sides fights, if one party voluntarily admits defeat, it must offer its weapon."

Yan Luo didn't say anything, he untied the chain knife on his waist, and handed Yuan Jiao and Yang Chi both hands.

An invisible force supported the two weapons, and came to the king in yellow: "The soul of the dragon, the copper of the first mountain? This is the handwriting of the master of the master... the weapon made for you by the master, you have the heart to do this!" Give up?"

"Be patient."

Hearing Yan Luo's answer, the "king" laughed loudly: "Hahaha...you are very smart, but unfortunately..."

"As a reward, I'll do it myself."

In the right hand of the "King in Yellow Clothes" wrapped in his sleeve, he is holding a yellow book—this book is not made of paper, but a book like a stone tablet composed of pages of rocks, with seals engraved on it. One by one weird hieroglyphs.

With the telepathic "gazing" on the books in the panorama, Yan Luo felt as if his spirit had fallen into a weird world. The rapidly changing scenes were like modern abstract paintings splashed by a lunatic, and all kinds of irregular, twisted and changing scenes Bubbles of light, tentacles, lumps of flesh, teeth, giant eyes... There is darkness, there is chaos, there is fog, accompanied by piercing flutes, drums and drums, and the chaotic cacophony of countless instruments...

All this made his thinking seem to fall into an indescribable illusion.

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