After hearing this, the three of them were all stunned. Qingkuang strode forward, grabbed Xiaobao, and asked:
"Is what you said true? Xiaobao, tell sister, how did you know?"
"Xiaobao... I heard daddy talk about it too!"
Qing Kuang slowly raised his head, and his eyes soon met Ao Junxie's, even as their gazes stretched toward the sky.
There, hovering are countless black-winged flying dragons, the lowest level of the dragon clan.[
Just now, if it weren't for these dragon clan members who risked their lives, how could they have defeated the powerful Warcraft Legion and won the final victory?
Now, it seems really difficult to ask them to destroy the prehistoric illusion with their own hands in order to escape from themselves...
Behind him, in Xiaobao's arms, was still holding the injured golden dragon. It was lying comfortably in Xiaobao's arms, with its eyes half closed, feeling the gentle caress of Xiaobao's little hand.
It can be seen that Xiaobao likes this little golden dragon very much.
Ming Qianhe on the side seemed to see Qingkuang's thoughts, walked over gently, and said thoughtfully:
"The dragon clan is a clan from the past and cannot be taken away from the illusion. Besides, even if we let them return to the big world, I am afraid they will not be able to adapt at all and will have difficulty establishing themselves!"
After hearing Ming Qianhe's words, Aojunxie cast a determined look at Qingkuang, then tapped his toes lightly and jumped up...
"Jun Xie!"
In the end, Qing Kuang shouted out something before the long sword in Ao Junxie's hand fell on the hanging light hole.
"Qingkuang, I know you can't bear to see Xiaobao sad, but... the era of the dragons has passed! But our journey will continue. Let them return to their history!
There are many things waiting for us in Fengyun Continent and the human world!"
After Qing Kuang listened, he remained silent and pondered for a long time. Finally, he nodded gently and placed one hand on Xiao Bao's head, stroking it gently.
boom!
The red dragon sword blade passed by, and after a flash of light that made people unable to open their eyes, slowly, all the scenes became clear again before everyone's eyes.
Hall, stone pillars, ancient and rustic furnishings...
However, the phantoms of countless dragons whose wings disappeared are still vaguely in front of them.
Evil Village Temple Hall.
In the middle, the illusory forest that was originally opened has completely disappeared. It is as if everything has never happened.
Fortunately, the dark red long sword in Ao Junxie's hand is still in his hand.[
There was a sound of rapid footsteps outside the door, and in the blink of an eye, several disciples in black rushed in eagerly.
The leader is Wu Mian, the sect master of the Evil Land.
"When...you guys came out?"
As soon as Wu Mian came in, he saw Qing Kuang and three others suddenly appearing in front of him, and his eyes widened.
"Master, why bother talking nonsense with them! I think these three people have unknown origins and must have evil intentions. Staying in the evil village will always be a disaster. It's better to get rid of them as soon as possible! Just now you kindly took them into the illusion, but they kicked you
Kick away..."
"Just now?"
Before the men behind Wumian could finish speaking, Aojunxie Jian frowned and murmured to himself.
When I suddenly looked back at the original place of the illusion, there was no trace left.
"So, in that illusion, time actually stands still!"
When everyone realized this, they also realized that Wumian and the other people in the evil village were already doing bad things!