Chapter 278: The fear of Jigongzi (on)

Leave. This is the final decision of Wang Chen.
This is life.
Maybe. The moment I came here. It is already doomed. or. It was the day that came to the battlefield. It is already doomed.
The inheritance of the true God.
It would be like a boundless black hole. Let Wang Chen sink into it. It was dark all around.
This is destined to be a lonely road. It is a road full of danger and unknown.
Wang Chen needs a little bit to see the world. Make the whole world brighter. this road. I need Wang Chen to go by myself. No one can help him finish. It’s not good to dance snow.
So. How could Wang Chen choose to leave.
斩龙阁. Intuition tells Wang Chen. This is a place that is critical to him.
Maybe. I can know what he wants to know here.
What's more. Wang Chen is also not likely to leave a dance and snow alone.
When you know that there is danger. He left the dance with snow. This is to let the dance go to the snow to die. Such a thing. Wang Chen can't do it.
"I want it. I fight for it. I want to know. I unlock it myself. You can't help me with everything. This time maybe you can help me. Next time. You. Can't always follow. Beside me."
Take a deep breath. Wang Chen said seriously.
Looking at the dance snow. Wang Chen’s look became more and more firm.
Silent.
With the voice of Wang Chen, it fell. It is a silent silence.
Look at Wang Chen. The look of dancing snow is complicated.
There is a glimmer of eyes in his eyes.
It seems to be bright. It seems to be awkward.
The figure trembled slightly. The dance snow gradually shifted his sight.
Her face. It seems to have drifted behind Wang Chen.
Yes. I can help him once. but. Can you still help him?
Wang Chen’s words. Let the dance clear the snow. It was turbulent.
Hands. Unconsciously gripping. The dance snow suddenly felt a bit weak.
The line of sight turned back to Wang Chen’s body. Dance Qing Xue took a deep breath: "You decided."
Although I can't help Wang Chen. but. Dance Qingxue still hopes. Can do their best to help Wang Chen.
Maybe. Help him more. He is less dangerous.
Or. in my heart. I don’t want to dance with Wang Chen until the end.
If yes. She is willing to help Wang Chen all.
Just. This is a word. She never said it.
As usual from the beginning to the present. Dance Qingxue never confided too much to Wang Chen.
She just buried everything in my heart.
How did Wang Chen know. What did the dance snow think?
"Determined."
Wang Chen looked up.
"That will stay. Before the wild space is opened. Stay here. Don't contact the people at the Dragon Pavilion for the time being."
Feel the attitude of Wang Chen. This time. The dance snow finally refused.
He glanced at Wang Chen: "Be careful with the dragon pavilion. Don't trust anyone."
"Okay."
Wang Chen has no objection.
斩龙阁...
Although there are too many secrets in this. Wang Chen is eager to uncover. but. He also knows. It is not the time now.
At the very least, before entering the land of wasteland. Wang Chen is very clear. He is not suitable for the slightest intersection with the Dragon Pavilion.
......
The night is coming.
Under the dark night. Suspended above the sky as an island of stars. Become the most vivid existence.
The moonlight shrouds. The island is covered with a layer of silver. It adds a mysterious color.
Look up and look. It brings absolute impact and shock.
It seems to be a real star. Hanging in the night sky.
Silver flashing. It is the moon.
And under the island. At the moment it is covered by huge black shadows.
Everyone can clearly feel the pressure from the Dragon Pavilion.
On top of the mountain. Gathered people. It is already more and more.
The voice is full of people.
Be able to go here. Nothing is strong.
Look at the dragon pavilion. these people. There was a look of fanaticism and yearning in the eyes. This is the holy place within their battlefield. It is a place that everyone is eager to enter.
No chance in the past. now. The opportunity is in front of you. This is a big chance. Great creation.
Look at the Dragon Pavilion. They can't help but fear in their hearts.
Of course. There are still expectations.
Time is getting closer and closer. Just tonight. In the early hours of the morning, the legendary land of wasteland. It will open. This makes people feel not excited.
Invisible. Their blood is burning. Being boiling.
"Calling..."
The wind is whistling. But it does not stop people's enthusiasm.
"Yeah. Wang Chen. Didn't come."
In the crowd. Pray for a frown. Go around and look around.
His eyes. It seems to be a sharp edge. In the blink of an eye. It is to have a panoramic view of everyone.
It’s a pity. Did not find the figure you want to see. This made the brow's brow slightly wrinkled.
Wang Chen is not there. In the crowd. Did not see Wang Chen's figure.
This time. Wang Chen is still coming.
He was trapped inside the folding space at the foot of the mountain. Still not coming.
"No. Impossible."
祁鳌 Have absolute confidence in Wang Chen.
People who know themselves the most. Not yourself. It is the enemy.
As it is.
He stared at Wang Chen for too long. He wants to kill Wang Chen too much.
So. Everything about Wang Chen. He is clear.
Even. Pray for the understanding of Wang Hao has covered every detail.
Wang Chen came to the Dragon Pavilion. at this point. Prayer can be determined.
Because. He is looking at the collapse of the city.
The people he left behind. I saw Wang Chen coming to the Dragon Pavilion.
Pray and believe more. Wang Chen was not trapped in the folding space.
If it is the strength of Wang Chen. Can't get out of that place. Then no one can get there.
If Wang Chen is trapped there. Prayer may not go to this place.
The strength of Wang Chen. No one can question.
The doubts that arise in my heart. In an instant, it was prayed and denied.
"He. Come here. I feel his breath. I want to kill him."
Beside the prayer. now. The man with the veil of the fight. The voice is hoarse. Hidden. It seems to be trying to suppress his anger.
A cold scent. Released.
A touch of black smoke. Released along the body of the black man.
The black smoke. It looks cold. It looks tyrannical. It seems to be from hell.
This moment. Under the night. The man seems to be integrated into the night. It seems to be a beast hiding in the dark. The danger is extremely high.
"Oh... Come here... It’s good to come. Wang Chen. I don’t care what way you use it. Where to hide. We will meet soon. Tonight. It’s your death. From yours It’s been less than three hours.

Listen to the man in black. There was a sneer in the corner of the praying mouth.
"As for you. It is best to choose silence now. Don't want to be obliterated by the Dragon Pavilion. Suppress your anger. Wait until the wild space. It is the time for your revenge."
Next. Prayed and looked at the man with a blank expression.
The voice falls. Pray for your eyes. Look at the huge island that is suspended in the sky. The sneer of the corner of the mouth. Gradually bloom.
......
"Wang Chen. Where are you. I believe. You have already come."
At the same time. In another pass. Jiugongzi glanced at the audience. It also frowned.
But. Nine sons have never had any doubts.
He is too clear about Wang Chen. Or. He is too aware of a strong person like himself. What kind of ambition and pride are there.
Their ambitions. Very huge. Their pride. They are not allowed to lower their heads.
Wang Chen. He can't possibly come to this dragon pavilion.
This side. There is something they need. Extremely important thing.
Just. Wang Chen is now. Where is it hidden?
"Time. It will soon come. Wang Chen. Your death is not far away."
After a long time. Take back the line of sight. Nine sons muttered coldly.
"He. He really came."
And just in the moment when Jiugongzi regained his sight. A figure into the destination. It was the sudden shock of Jiugongzi’s gods.
瞳孔。 Suddenly contracted at this moment.
The figure. Let the face of the nine sons. A big change has taken place.
Three sons.
This moment. Jiugongzi saw the figure of the three sons.
The familiar figure. Let the nine sons feel suffocated.
Face. At that moment. It even looked pale. Nine sons on the forehead. Unconsciously. There is a layer of cold sweat.
Three sons...
Although it is the same three arrogances of the Ninetowns League. but. Nine sons can be sure. His relationship with the three sons is not good. Even said. It is very bad.
It can also be said. Within the Ninetowns League. Who is the relationship with the three sons is better. He seems to be the existence of the Ninetowns Alliance.
Three sons. From childhood, it is Tianjiao. Real genius.
He. It is a disciple of the Dragon Pavilion. He is the true pride of the Ninetowns League.
Outside people don’t even know. What is the status of Sangongzi within the Jiucheng Alliance.
In front of him. What is Jigongzi?
When the rise of Sangongzi. What is Jigongzi?
It can be said. The three sons are a magical obstacle in the mind of Jiugongzi. He has always been the target of the nine sons to catch up. It has never been surpassed.
Even the nine sons are not clear. The strength of this guy. In the end, what is the metamorphosis? as if. Every time the nine sons feel close to the three sons. Only suddenly noticed. original. All he saw was the mountainside.
The only thing that is certain is that. Today's nine sons. It is definitely not the opponent of the three sons.
If so. Perhaps it is just awe. It is not enough to let Jiuzi have such a big reaction.
However this moment. The nine sons are feeling from the heart to fear.
Even. He has an impulse to turn around and go.
If this is not the case, it is really important. If you don't want to kill Wang Chen too much. The moment of Jiugongzi must be two words. Turn around and leave.
because. He is with the three sons. To be precise. It is an enemy. It is a competitor. On him. There are three things that the son wants.
That thing. It is very important to the nine sons. More important to the three sons.
The nine sons are very clear. The three sons want to kill him.
Even a decade ago. Jiugongzi was almost killed in the hands of the three sons.
If you were not lucky at first. If not at a critical moment. The old man in the Ninetowns Alliance came forward to ask for love. The nine sons have fallen.
The body shape is solidified. It seems to be the original thought. At this moment. Nine sons have no blood.