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The fifth thousand one hundred and thirty-three chapters are calm(2/3)

Immediately.

He just covered his fists and whined in pain.

The skin on my fist was also broken.

Drops of blood flowed out.

Look at the stone again.

That is an extremely ordinary stone.

But Wang Daniu's punch did not cause any damage to the stone.

To know.

In the past, not to mention such a small stone, even a large mountain could be shattered with just one punch from Wang Daniu.

No!

With Wang Daniu's strength, even a continent can be easily destroyed, but now he can't help but a stone?

And was injured by a stone instead?

Doesn't this mean.

Isn't his current body and strength a true mortal body?

Qin Feiyang felt the changes in his body. This feeling was exactly the same as when he was trapped in the Demon City.

With a mortal body, nothing can be done.

I watched myself and my friends around me grow old and die day by day.

The only thing he doesn't have to do is that he used to be with the inner demons and others, but now he is with the eight people from Wan Jianshan.

to be honest.

He is still a little lucky now.

Fortunately, everyone went to the Xuanwu Realm. Fortunately, Long Chen also entered the Xuanwu Realm before leaving the gray fog zone, otherwise he would be in a desperate situation with him now.

"Welcome to the Island of the Dead."

Just at this moment.

A hoarse laugh sounded.

"kindness?"

Qin Feiyang and the others were startled. They followed the sound and saw nine old figures walking out of the jungle ahead.

"who?"

The big devil frowned.

Never seen it before, very unfamiliar.

Qin Feiyang glanced at the nine people with doubts on his face.

Wait!

The old woman leading the charge seems familiar?

This old woman had white hair, a wrinkled face, and dull eyes. However, this old face gave Qin Feiyang a somewhat familiar feeling.

Seems like I've seen it somewhere?

Wan Jianshan hesitated for a while and asked: "Are you..."

The white-haired old woman at the head looked at the eight people in Wanjian Mountain and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that you actually cooperated with Qin Feiyang!"

"Nalan Yueling!"

Qin Feiyang suddenly remembered.

That’s right!

This old woman is somewhat similar to Nalan Yueling.

"Nalan Yueling?"

"Princess of the Upper Realm?"

The big devil and others were stunned and looked at the old woman up and down.

Zhao Yulong asked suspiciously: "Are you really the princess of the upper world?"

Nalan Yueling glanced at the sea in front of him and sighed: "Who else dares to enter the Death Island except us?"

"It's really you."

"Why are you so old?"

"Before, you were a fairy, but now you are like an old witch."

"Uglier than Ye Xiaoling, Li Wanyue, and Bai Yuqing."

Zhao Yulong shook his head.

"You are presumptuous!"

"How dare you talk to Her Royal Highness like that!"

An old man next to him said angrily.

Qin Feiyang looked at the old man for a moment and said with a smile: "If I guessed correctly, you must be Muye!"

"So what?"

Makino snorted coldly.

"Ha ha……"

"There is a saying that goes like this: If you are destined to meet someone thousands of miles away, if you are not destined to meet you, you will never meet across the street."

"We are just destined to be together!"

Wang Daniu laughed and said.

"Can you still laugh?"

"You still don't know your situation!"

"What we look like now is what you will look like in the future."

Another old woman said.

"The owner of the Eye of Destiny, Zhao Lin'er?"

Qin Feiyang, an old woman, asked.

"Do you want to ask them all?"

Zhao Lin'er glared at Qin Feiyang angrily.

Zhao Yulong raised the corner of his mouth and said jokingly: "I remember that Zhao Lin'er used to be a great beauty. Why is she as old as an old witch now?"

"asshole!"

"Who do you think is the old witch?"

Zhao Lin'er looked at Zhao Yulong angrily.

"Why are you so angry!"

"Your surname is Zhao, and my surname is Zhao. Maybe a few generations ago, we were the same ancestors!"

Zhao Yulong bared his teeth.

"is it possible?"

"I am a person from the upper realm, and you, a pariah from the lower realm, can you come from the same lineage as me?"

Zhao Lin'er's face was full of disdain.

"Untouchable from the lower world?"

Zhao Yulong was stunned for a moment, with a cold light in his eyes, and sneered: "You have already fallen into this situation, how can you still be so arrogant?

If you have the ability, why don't you just wait here to die and lead everyone away from the Island of Death?"

"you……"

Zhao Lin'er gritted her teeth.

"okay."

"We are both fallen people at the end of the world, there is no need to continue tossing."

Nalan Yueling stopped Zhao Liner.

It would be fun if the two sides started fighting now.

Because we are all mortals, we can only roll up our sleeves and fight in groups.
To be continued...
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