Chapter 169: Trick

There is a generation of enchanting, this is the place of great evil!
Ye Chuan's face is tight, and the body's three swallows are accelerating, the toes are forceful, and the body is ghostly.
call!
Unknown enchanting tail, rubbed Ye Chuan's nose and swept over, slammed on the ground, a ten-meter-long boulder burst. The bones piled up on the ground are even more broken.
Great!
Is this a hundred thousand years, or a million years of monsters?
Ye Chuan turned around without hesitation, and behind him, there was an angry roar in the depths of the dark cave, and the tail of the monk slowly shrank back.
After a sigh of relief for a while, the spectacular, sultry underground passage disappeared into the thick blood fog and disappeared again. Ye Chuan was relieved. Stretching your hand and touching the tip of your nose, the blood is full. Just now, the reaction is a little slower and the whole nose is flattened.
"Yu Long Yuan Yuan Long Yuan, is it true that the depths of the underground really imprisoned the vast ancient dragons, but more than one?"
Ye Chuan muttered to himself, somewhat shocked and somewhat expecting.
In the previous life, he only confessed to the wild world, and the enchanting enchanting had to surrender. In the wild world, nothing is what he does not know. Now, after walking out of the burial valley, he discovers that there are many mysteries in the wild world. In the millions of years when he was trapped in the Valley of the Vulgar, the world did not know how it changed.
Legend has it that the ancient dragons imprisoned under the dragons and dragons are so powerful that they are fearful. However, if the dragons are swallowed and the dragons are domesticated, is there such a super-class master?
Ye Chuan expects to have a greater interest in Yan Longyuan. Under the loss of God, there is a screaming sound from the bottom of his foot. It seems that he accidentally stepped on a dead branch, but the feeling of the toes is not like . Vaguely, I heard a little child’s laughter.
"what……"
Ye Chuan returned to God and leaned over to look at it. Under the soles of his feet, he was a small head with a black hair. It turned out to be the body of a child. The blood fog at the bottom of the abyss is incredibly corrosive. I don't know why. Other bodies have become sensible bones. This little child has no hair loss.
Ye Chuan is a bit strange, pulling the puppet's hair and pulling it out to look carefully, ridiculously.
It turned out that this is not a child's corpse, but a small puppet, no wonder it has been preserved in the blood. The hair is black, the eyes are black, the black is clear and bright, the nose, ears and mouth are small, and the face is round and chubby. The facial features, the skin and even the smile on the face are fake and true, and they are not known to be made of any material that is not eroded by blood fog.
"A cute puppet doll, I don't know who left it. Many years ago, a Zongmen female disciple made a mistake, with this puppet doll being exiled here? Still accidentally passing by, accidentally falling down Female Scouting?"
Ye Chuan carefully looked at the puppet doll and sighed in his heart.
This little puppet, with a delicate and delicate face, is obviously the owner's favorite thing. Nowadays, over the years, the owner has only the bones of the forest under the erosion of the blood fog, annihilated in many corpses, this little puppet is pink and tender.
The laughter of a child suddenly appeared again, and the wind chimes that Ye Chuan held in his hand suddenly rang and screamed.
Yechuan, who was lost, woke up and turned suddenly.
Behind him, empty, bloody, nothing. Ye Chuan turned again, still nothing, and the crisp sound of the wind chimes slowly stopped.
Looking at it, there is nothing unusual about the empty surroundings. Only the blood fog that permeates the air is a lot thicker, the pain of the skin is itching, and the pressure is getting bigger and bigger.掐 Refers to calculation, the time of an hour has passed, it is time to leave.
"Strange, is it your own illusion?"
Ye Chuan muttered to himself, frowning.
It’s really an illusion to hear it once, but the laughter is heard twice in succession, which is not right!
Ye Chuan took a deep breath and calmed down, carefully looking around. After a while, just when he was about to give up and prepare to leave the ghost place quickly, a touch of light came into his eyes. The body didn't move, pretending to find nothing, and using the light of the eyes to observe, I suddenly found that the light came from my side.
That is a smear!
The tentacle of the cold puppet doll, the smile is still cute, but the little hand does not know when to reach behind, and found a three-inch long knife. The knife is very small, but the blade is sharp and sharp, and it is violently slammed down. I am afraid that I can't stop wearing a pair of armor.
This is not a puppet doll, this is a enchanting, or a rare peerless enchanting!
Ye Chuan suddenly had a creepy face, and the smiling face of the puppet doll became a haze in an instant, like a big devil with a smirk, laughing in a knife.
How did this puppet doll come from?
Someone dropped it under the abyss, or did it climb here?
Ye Chuan was puzzled. He didn't wait for him to think more. The wind chimes in his hand rang again and frantically trembled.
A puppet doll with a smile on her face, she suddenly raised her short knife and stabbed her to the belly of Ye Chuan.
Ye Chuan's abdomen suddenly collapsed. It’s not that Ye Chuan’s secret method is actively evading, but it’s caused by the fierce wind. The puppet doll has not yet stabbed the knife. The fierce wind is enough to tear open the common armor, and the power is amazing. If Ye Chuan is not particularly strong, the light wind can tear a hole in him.
Between the feet, the force is just as fierce as the dragon, and the puppet doll is a deadly attack. The power is still on the inch!
If there is no defense, don't say that a monk practitioner is a real person who is afraid to turn over the ship. If the knife is smeared with poison, it is the most terrible assassination in the sky!
Ye Chuan's body suddenly swayed like a catkins, flashing the attack of the puppet doll. The latter's attack was strange, sudden, and good. He found that he was ready in time.
"Hey, young people, the reaction is very fast."
The puppet doll looked at Ye Chuan, his eyes were cold and his voice was old and hoarse. The face is exquisite and tender, the person is loved, the voice is old and scary. It really is an old monster. When you open your mouth, you will be old-fashioned. "If you know each other, you will quickly recognize the deity, take the deity out, and comfort the deity. Now, my black scorpion will pass you on the top of the martial arts, let you become a generation of masters. Otherwise, your blood, let you become a grievance under the dragon, oh..."
A cold, rainy night, like the icy atmosphere of the flood, suddenly burst out of the puppet doll body. The surrounding blood fog, the time seems to have frozen and the temperature dropped sharply. Under the dragon, it seems that it has become a thousand-year-old ice cave.