All the misfortunes ended peacefully.
Jiang Yi was in the scorched earth, holding the completely black Teng Hai fin.
The fiery red lines on it still flow slowly like the blood vessels of life.
However, the slight pulsation I felt in the palm of my hand just now seemed like an illusion, and I could no longer feel it this time.
Including Jiang Yi's call to the little filament, there was still no response.
However, Jiang Yi noticed that—
As he said, the indentation on the back of the front sea fin is just like a thin filament.
Then, the dent now turned into a... strange pointer.
Yes, it was the "weird pointer" shape that was maintained when Jiang Yi held the small filament in his hand.
This looks like...
It seems that the little filament has completed some kind of evolution?
However, Jiang Yi still couldn't contact it for the time being.
He stared at the strange pointer for a long while before turning his gaze outside the Wuxiang Mengyu scroll.
It was at this time that he saw——
Outside the hollowed-out area of the altar, a dark shadow was standing quietly.
It looks like it's waiting for something.
Jiang Yi's mind moved, and he began to try to control the Wuxiang Mengjuan to fly out of the central hollow of the strange altar.
This was naturally easy for Meng Yujuan.
The white scroll swept out from the gap in the hollow space easily as if it entered an empty space.
In the blink of an eye, it was wrapped around Wang Ling's wrist again.
Wang Ling looked slightly embarrassed as he looked towards the black shadow.
At this time, the aura around the black shadow was floating.
The black air surrounding the human-shaped black shadows slowly dissipated, revealing the figure of a man in a black robe.
One can vaguely see the elegance of Tianchou back then.
But more than that, it is the aging from years of age.
With just one glance, Jiang Yi finally felt deeply——
He really traveled through a hundred thousand years in the blink of an eye.
To him, it was just a blink of an eye.
But for all races, it is a real hundred thousand years!
When Tianqiu's voice sounded, the feeling became even more obvious——
"Is there a living creature controlling this white scroll?"
This is obviously just a meaningless question.
Jiang Yi clearly felt that——
Tianchou's voice is no longer as young as it used to be.
But it has really changed. It is a voice that is older than Qi Wu from the black market, older than Voruo from the City of Myriad Races, and older than Ye Yu, the third lord of the Order Alliance!
Of course, it's just old.
The voice was still full of energy, which showed that although Tianchou was old, he was still strong.
While lamenting that things have changed and time has passed, Wang Ling was at a loss when faced with the problem of Tianchou.
After Jiang Yi came back to his senses, he saw that the energy in Teng Haifin was stable, so he simply held the dark Teng Haifin and flashed out of the Wuxiang Mengyu scroll.
And with his appearance, Wuxiang Mengjuan also turned into nothingness and merged into him.
Of course, Tianchou's gaze naturally fell on him.
His black robe even covered his face.
The moment he saw Jiang Yi, the shock in his eyes was like a raging storm!
Even after holding his breath and concentrating for a moment, he uttered in an almost stiff voice:
"Senior?"
Oh wow?
Jiang Yi was a little surprised.
One hundred thousand years ago, he had never shown his appearance to Tianchou.
How did you recognize this guy?
Or, did you simply feel familiar with it, so you asked tentatively?
Jiang Yi was not ready to admit it. He looked around for a moment before frowning and asking in confusion, "What senior? May I ask who you are...?"
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