$276 Waiting for the Wind World!

Handsome male elf: Haha, probably scared by the two flying dragons.

Human strongman: It's good that he ran away, so we don't have to be on guard against him at all times.

Square-faced male elf: This guy is quite smart. The six of us are not sure we can touch him. Once Long Jie arrives, his life will depend on us.

Square-faced male elf: But we still have to pay attention to the surroundings. It is also possible that he hides and wants to trick us.

Square-faced male elf: Next, continue to wait. As long as the two flying dragons are seriously injured, our chance will come.

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While the six people hid in the woods to watch the battle, Xiao Leng came to the edge of Mirror Lake alone.

This lake is very strange. The two flying dragons fought in the sky, but the strong wind they raised could not blow a ripple on the lake.

It seemed that the lake was not filled with water, but a whole piece of glass.

Xiao Leng stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the lake water, and then he saw the reflection of his hand on the lake surface.

It was a frighteningly pale arm, with slender fingers, like a man's hand and a woman's hand.

More like a dead person's hand.

The arm had no sleeves, but Xiao Leng was clearly wearing a dragon suit.

How could this be, it wasn't me reflected?

Xiao Leng frowned slightly.

Then, he tried to wave his hand on the lake, without leaning forward to avoid the reflection of other parts.

On the lake, the pale reflection followed and waved, as if greeting an old friend.

Xiao Leng grinned, put away four fingers, and only raised the middle finger, parallel to the lake.

"Old brother Miganzade, this is an outdated trick, can't you change your routine?"

Xiao Leng didn't know if this would be heard by the evil god Miganzade, anyway, he just despised the other party strategically.

Why only value you tactically and blow you up.

As soon as the voice fell, the pale hand stretched out with lightning speed and grabbed Xiao Leng's wrist.

It was like a three-dimensional entity emerging from a painting.

And the pale hand did not create a ripple on the lake surface, nor did it bring up a drop of water.

This hand seemed to come from another world.

Driven by the pale hand, Xiao Leng was pulled forward, and his entire body was reflected on the lake surface.

He subconsciously looked at his reflection, and the rest of his body was hidden in the thick fog.

Seeing that his body was about to fall into the lake, he stretched out his other hand and pressed it towards the lake surface.

In an instant, a pale hand stretched out from the lake again and grabbed his other hand.

It happened suddenly, but it was also within Xiao Leng's expectations.

Compared with the Stone Age, his strength has been greatly improved now, and he has long wanted to compete with Miganzad again.

Anyway, in this era, he will definitely not encounter the real evil god.

At most, it is just the evil god's clone and will.

Xiao Leng's hands finally touched the lake surface and slowly sank into it.

There was no splash on the lake surface, and his hands were dragged by the pale hand, as if they were trapped in a swamp.

Xiao Leng lay on the lake, and then his knees and forehead also sank into it.

It can be seen that the pale hand wanted to drag him to the other side.

Xiao Leng would not let the other party succeed easily, but it was difficult to exert force in his current posture.

Moreover, the lake surface was like a swamp, and there was no point of force at all.

In a hurry, he had no choice but to use the [Wind Control Technique] to blow his body up.

After a short pause, his body sank into the lake again.

In an instant, half of Xiao Leng's head was submerged in the lake.

If you look from under the lake, only half of his head is left, and the other half has disappeared.

After a struggle, Xiao Leng was at a disadvantage and was dragged to another world.

But he was not panicked at all. With 70,000 Heavenly Dao Points in his hand, he could do whatever he wanted.

At worst, he still had the god-level talent [Immortal Soul], and his soul would not be as fragile as an ordinary wandering soul.

Looking carefully at the front, the pale hands just now have disappeared.

There is a beautiful sea of ​​flowers in front of him, and there are several snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Xiao Leng once thought that this place was built to imitate the scene of his date with Mu Bingyu under the snow-capped mountain.

In addition, there are ten fairy mountains floating in the sky around, floating slowly and irregularly.

Some of them are not high from the ground, and the lowest one is even within reach.

There are attics, pavilions, and temples and palaces on the fairy mountains.

There are also upside-down waterfalls, and the endless stream of water does not pour down directly, but gathers into a curved river in the sky.

This spectacular scene made Xiao Leng think that he was in a fantasy.

But everything around him was very real. Who was that hand just now?

It doesn't look like Migansad. What does the other party mean? Why did he pull me here?

With these doubts, Xiao Leng came to a place similar to a farmyard nearby.

In addition to a simple and unique wooden house, there are also several medicinal fields surrounded by simple fences.

There are all kinds of medicinal herbs planted inside, from low-level to high-level.

Damn!

It's so rich!

Some high-level medicinal herbs can provide powerful effects even if they are not used for alchemy, just eating them raw.

For example, adding attributes by percentage in a short period of time, or improving certain magic defense and attack power.

Xiao Leng was about to step forward to start the harvesting mode, when suddenly an old voice came from nearby.

"Ahem——"

"There haven't been visitors here for a long time, how did this little brother get in?"

? ? ?

Xiao Leng turned 360 degrees, and there was no one else around except him.

Who is talking?

With the [Sacred Eye], Xiao Leng quickly locked onto a stone turtle statue by the fence.

He said dubiously:

"Are you talking to me?"

This stone statue is about half a meter high and two meters long, and is roughly carved throughout.

There is only the outline of a turtle, like an unfinished product carved to one third.

And the stone is just ordinary granite.

Xiao Leng came to the turtle head. The stone statue was motionless, but the voice came out.

"It is indeed me who is talking to you. Sorry, I haven't moved around for a long time and my body has turned into a stone."

Xiao Leng squatted down and tapped the turtle shell with his fingers.

"How old is your stone? Also, where is this place?"

Shi Gui let out a long sigh, revealing endless loneliness.

"Everything seems like yesterday. Now that your new generation of beings have arrived in Tianxuan Continent, at least thousands of years have passed."

"As for this place, it is a sub-space. It was found by the owner in the last era and made into what it is now."

"The master named it [Waiting Wind Realm] just to wait for someone to come here to wake her up."

Xiao Leng's tiger body trembled and he asked subconsciously:

"Is your master male or female? Ahem, I mean, what race is your master?"

Shigui remained motionless, but he could see through Xiao Leng's bloodline at a glance.

"You are the third generation of the gods, and your master belongs to the second generation of the gods. In the last era, she was a beauty who was famous in the world."

"I am a battle pet of my master. After my master freezes herself forever, I will take care of this small world for her."

"Alas, after so many years, [Waiting Wind Realm] finally waited for its first visitor, but unfortunately it was not the person the master was waiting for."

Xiao Leng turned around subconsciously and looked towards the fairy mountain floating in the air.

He didn't know where the mistress here had frozen herself, so he planned to take a look later.

While retorting Shi Gui said:

"Who is the person she is waiting for? How do you know it's not me?"

Shi Gui sighed softly:

"His name is Ye Suifeng. He was the holder of the authority of the Wind God in the previous era. Since you have light in your body, it's naturally not him."

Xiao Leng grinned.

"As the saying goes, meeting is fate. After so many years, your mistress may have changed her mind."

"She froze herself somewhere, and I'll wake her up soon."

Suddenly, a ferocious roar came from the direction of the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

It was actually the roar of a dragon.

Shi Gui felt bad when he heard this, and his speaking speed was a little faster than before.

"Little brother, hide now. The evil dragon raised by the master is coming. Its son escaped from this world and never came back, causing it to become very grumpy."

"Plus the owner is now in a state of permanent freezing, no one can suppress it."

When Xiao Leng heard this, he suddenly became nervous.