Ancient True Dragon Art

The deep sleep on the soul is equivalent to giving up the control of the body and falling into the state of the living dead.

When Qin Feng recovered from this state and took control of his body again, his head couldn't help being dizzy.

This is a sequelae of the soul falling asleep.

"Huh"

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, with Qin Feng's rotation, Zhen Qi slowly wandered among the limbs, and then, Qin Feng's feeling of dizziness quickly began to dissipate.

Looking at the surrounding environment, Qin Feng's heart suddenly moved slightly, and he appeared on a carriage at this moment.

This carriage looks very simple, except for the resting place, there are only some debris piled up, but it is quite tidy.

"It seems that I was rescued..."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Qin Feng's mouth.

"Finally woke up... I didn't expect you to sleep for four days in this deep sleep..."

The voice of Jiuyou Yanque came out slowly.

This guy, hidden in Qin Feng's storage ring, obviously didn't want to show up.

"Where are we?"

Qin Feng's brows moved slightly, and he asked in a deep voice. After feeling the situation inside his body at this moment, his heart was even more complaining.

After leaving the space crack, Qin Feng hadn't had time to recover before he met the Cursed Sky Demon King.

At this moment, the injuries on this body have become more serious after repeated delays.

"I was rescued by someone. It seems to be a small family... I don't know about the others, but there should be no harm. For the time being, you can rest in this place..."

Jiuyou Yanque briefly talked about what he had known.

"Little family?"

Qin Feng nodded.

At this moment, he has just recovered a little vitality, and the whole person still feels drowsy.

Therefore, with the relaxation of his mind, he immediately entered a semi-sleepy state while running the "Prime True Dragon Art".

In a state of half asleep, Qin Feng didn't know anything. As the true energy wandered, he could clearly feel the sound of words around here.

"Huh"

Qin Feng didn't care about the surrounding words either. At this moment, his true energy was constantly wandering, his mind slowly immersed in his body.

In that soul world.

At this moment, Qin Feng was surprised to find that his soul world had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The substantive soul power, turned into a wandering divine river, was continuously injected into a sea of ​​souls, and suddenly hundreds of huge soul waves were rolled up.

Compared with the original, the whole world has obviously condensed countless times. Between the top and bottom, countless **** patterns flicker and move, hang down and turn into a series of **** waterfalls. The **** waterfalls flow around, and instantly evolve into various ghosts. In circulation.

Qin Feng's soul wandered, and instantly noticed a corner of the space.

There, a phantom like a mountain of five fingers appeared in it.

Under the sacred mountain, a figure was struggling in pain.

"Roar……"

This figure was severely suppressed, and his mouth kept roaring.

Every time the roar, there was a lot of ripples, and it spread madly around, but in this sacred mountain and five fingers, they let the other party's struggle, every time they returned without success.

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

In the other's mouth, the voice came out frantically:

"Qin Feng...I curse you, curse you!"

The resentful voice was frantically stirring, and everywhere he went, he rolled up a heavy mark. This figure was the curse of the devil.