The light and shadow flow, as if the galaxy is flashing, and it is boundlessly gorgeous.

This method of leaving similar to the teleportation array gave Qin Ming another further understanding of Mr. Hang's strength.

"This Mr. Hang is indeed extremely powerful." Qin Ming sighed in his heart as if his body was flying.

After his last trip to the secret realm, he had briefly studied magic arrays, and the most mysterious and profound one was this teleportation magic array involving the power of space.

This thing often requires the assistance and cooperation of many media to start.

Mr. Ke Hang can use it with a wave of his hand, which shows how strong he is.

"What's even more terrifying is the person behind him."

Mr. Hang has made it clear that he is a working person and obeys the arrangements of his superiors.

How powerful can a strong man like Mr. Hang be able to command this person or organization to be strong!

"But looking at how we are now, our relationship is still good."

"I don't know if there is still a chance to meet Mr. Hang."

Thinking of this, Qin Ming suddenly shook his head.

Forget it, it’s not a good thing every time I meet him.

The first death high school entrance examination and the second golden arena are all very dangerous.

Time flies in a flash,

Qin Ming felt that the scene in front of him became clearer and clearer. Suddenly, a white light flashed, and then a burst of exclamations came.

"Oh, master, you're back!"

Is this sound Xiaohong?

Qin Ming was stunned for a second, and looked at the surrounding environment, and was even more surprised.

That Mr. Hang actually sent him home directly?

"It's really scary." Qin Ming sighed in his heart, thinking whether he would prepare some gifts if he met him next time.

"Xiaohong, you're fat again!" Qin Ming looked at Xiaohong and said with a smile. This guy's face obviously had a layer of flesh.

Suddenly, Qin Ming's face froze.

He remembered that Xiaohong was not so fat when he left...

How much food did you eat!

More importantly, how long has he left?

This pair of surging surging is not like it can grow in one or two days.

"How long have I left?" Qin Ming asked quickly, his voice trembling.

"Today is the fifteenth day of the master's departure." Xiaohong replied timidly and touched her little face.

Are you really fat?

Hearing Xiaohong's answer, Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was only half a month and was acceptable.

"But what part is wrong?" Qin Ming frowned.

From his departure from home, to Zhongyi, to entering the stone gate, everything happened in one day.

Later, I arrived at the ancient desert city, the Golden Arena, and was taken away by that strange laughter... and even sent back by Mr. Hang, any of the links may cause time asymmetry.

"Hey, I'm just a little Samsung, why do you want me to bear the pressure that shouldn't belong to me..." Qin Ming sighed and fell on the sofa.

When he got home, he felt real relaxation.

"I don't know how Zhongyi is doing."

"But those men in black all died in the ancient city, so there should be no big problem."

......

Deep in the ancient desert city, with Mr. Hang leaving, the place fell into silence again.

Qin Ming’s guess is correct, it is indeed not simply underground in Zhongyi.

That stone gate is just an opportunity. Only by passing through that stone gate can you come to this space.

A stone door is a door in the sense, not a real door.

Deep in the ancient city, inside a huge palace.

It is magnificent and brilliant, with various strange flowers and plants and rare beasts carved on the golden walls.

Unlike the dead darkness outside, the prosperity and glory here still existed thousands of years ago.

In the middle of the palace, the king was lying on a golden high chair, his eyes slightly closed, and a faint smile on his beautiful face.

Suddenly, white mist filled the vastness.

"Thank you for so many years."

The white mist fluttered, as if it was responding.

"You are the only one who can survive in the high priest's lineage." The woman suddenly sighed, glanced at Bai Wu, and waved her handsome hand lightly.

"These carriers are too complicated and not suitable for you."

As he spoke, the white mist dissipated and a piece of floating sand replaced it.

"Okay, go back."

"Now they are not even a preparatory priest, and they still need your protection."

After a moment of silence, the woman said again: "It's okay, those alien races don't have to worry about it. The countermeasures left by that year are still there, and it is impossible to descend above the nine stars."

Another silence.

Suddenly, the woman above the gold laughed, with endless heroism and domineeringness in her laughter.

At this moment, the various strange beasts on the wall seemed to be alive, and there was a faint momentum of flying.

The woman waved her hand and the golden wall fell into peace again.

"Don't worry, if they can't even solve the problem of garbage such as Jiuxing, how can they take up the post of high priest?"

"Your descendants are very good and excellent, no less than you back then."

"As for the person just now..."

"The opportunity has been given to him, it depends on how he chooses."

Speaking of this, the woman paused and gathered countless golden sands in her hands.

Her eyes were extremely firm, with unshakable belief.

"I have planned for countless years, even without hesitation to die, and I am waiting for this opportunity."

"The Road to God is about to restart!"

"This time, we must succeed!"

The yellow sand floats and twists, as if cheering,

Suddenly, the woman frowned slightly.

"You don't need to interfere in the weird laughing matter, that's not something you can compete with."

"That weirdness exists from the world, and even I can't find out the truth. Everything is OK with the flow."

When I recalled the laughter, even this former king was afraid of it.

When she was still alive, the whole world was ruled by yellow sand, and that laughter once appeared.

It took countless manpower and material resources, but still couldn't find the source of the laughter.

Now, thousands of years have passed, and it still exists, as it once did, occasionally appearing in the world, taking away life in an extremely strange way.

"Go, you just woke up and still need cultivation."

After the woman finished speaking, she closed her eyes again, and the light in the palace dimmed.

The yellow sand flows and slowly exits the palace.

......

Inside the apartment.

Qin Ming was holding a liaison, and Director Tang's angry roar kept coming from inside.

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault!"

"It must be..."

"Okay, okay, I understand!"

After being trained for more than half a minute, Qin Ming hung up with lingering fear.

"His grandma's, it's so scary."

"I would rather face two thousand men in black!"

Director Tang is worthy of being the director of China Arts. These words of training are made one by one, and they have the potential of Zuan players.

After hanging up, Qin Ming called Lin Yinghao again.

Xiaohong just said that during the period when he was not here, Lin Yinghao often came to the door to ask whether he had come back or not.

As soon as the contactor was turned on, a familiar voice came from it.

"I thought you were dead."

“It’s been seven days of seating.”
Chapter completed!