Chapter 449: Map Phantom (2)

Yang Zimei once said the hallucinations that had just appeared in his mind.
When Xuehu heard it, he immediately took his little ruddy little nose and sniffed it on the parchment paper, then shook his head and said to Yang Zi eyebrows: "There is no poison on it. ! "
"witchcraft?"
Yang Zi looked at the parchment in amazement, and just touched the tentacles, he almost fell into the peach blossoms. This witchcraft is too powerful?
Dragon tried to close his eyes day by day and reached out his fingers to touch.
A vision began to appear in his mind.
However, what he saw was completely different from what Yang Zimei saw. What he saw was not mountains and peach blossoms, but more than a dozen coffins placed together.
There are fourteen in total, of which twelve tightly surround the two dark black coffins in the middle, forming a protective posture.
He clearly saw that each coffin had a special pattern, just like the pattern on the mahogany card.
He also wanted to see a little more, and suddenly he fired countless swords around him--
"By day--"
Yang Zimei screamed and patted his Tian Ling Gai!
Long opened his eyes day by day, his body sweating and sweating!
There was a stab in his arm just now, and he clearly felt the pain of the sword in the flesh.
He looked down at the stabbed arm of his hallucination, and there was red blood on it ...
He told Yang Zimei what he had just seen!
Yang Zimei was shocked.
I always thought that I knew how to use small spells, which is already very powerful. Now, compared to this kind of witchcraft that can use illusions to kill people like the essence, it is almost a witch.
The frog at the bottom of the well is probably himself.
She reached out and touched the red dot on Long Zhutian's arm, rubbed it gently for a while, and rubbed the red dot away.
"No more pain."
Long held her hand in her own day by day, and said with a lingering fear, "If you didn't wake me in time, I might be pierced by Wan Jian."
"The coffin you are talking about is exactly the same as Master saw. I don't know if Master met the sword formation organ at that time. Let's ask."
Yang Zimei raised the dragon to heaven.
"Ok."
Long nodded day by day, "I'm so sorry I haven't officially met your master for so long after coming back."
"It's okay, Master won't blame you."
Yang Zi frowned.
Just as they were about to go hand in hand, Xuehu chased forward, jumped into her arms, and said very dissatisfied, "Dead girl, how can you forget me?"
"You don't forget me."
"Humph."
Xuehu snorted coldly, then comforted himself: "He is just holding hands with you, and I'm in your arms, haha, I still take advantage."
Yang Zimei froze.
"Do not hold small things in front of me."
The dragon felt that the little fox was wrong, so when he saw it jumping into Yang Zimei's arms, he became angry.
"This ... you wouldn't even eat a pet's vinegar, right?" Yang Zimei stunned.
"Ok."
Long Zhuntian did not deny it, expressing directly how small his energy is.
"You heard it, he doesn't like me holding you in front of him, you should walk by yourself." Yang Zimei said to Xuehu.
"I don't!" Xuehu got into her arms and refused to leave.
Long stretched out his hand day by day, dangled his tail, hanged it out, and said a dull sentence: "It's still public, and I can't hold it anymore!"
Yang Zi's eyebrows are covered with black lines and brushed down ...