Suddenly, she felt that she and Yu were lucky to be together.
"Let's go."
Ling Luo smiled slightly and did not ask the Jingrong king any more. He drove the cheap dragon and galloped away towards the lonely city of dead souls.
After driving for about an hour, the land of the Third Heaven was quickly retreating under our feet, and everything was visible to our eyes.
A vast expanse of sea appeared ahead.
The sea is endless and the waves are vast.
However, above the deep blue sea, there is a faint atmosphere of forest.
"It's demonic energy."
Xuanyuan Yu narrowed his black eyes and made a judgment.
No one is more sensitive to such things than him.
Jingrong explained: "In this lonely city of the dead, there are many demonic sects gathered here. It is normal for there to be a lot of dark demonic energy."
Above the sea of the dead, there were gusts of dark wind.
In the dark wind, there were patches of white mist-like gas, and Ling Luo recognized it as White Yaksha.
I had seen it before when I was on the battlefield outside Shura territory.
"As long as your mind is firm, you won't be deceived by Bai Yaksha. You two, be careful." Jingrong stretched out a finger and pointed at an island directly in front and below where demonic energy gathered, and said, "Follow the instructions in the mission jade tablet.
That’s the island where Mo Yinglong, the eleventh among the thirty thieves, lives. Let’s go down.”
Ling Luo nodded and said, "Jianlong, go there."
Unexpectedly, Jianlong actually shook his head, a hint of stubbornness flashed across his red-black eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Xiaoluo, you're not there."
Ling Luo was slightly stunned and said: "But the target shows that Mo Yinglong's lair is right there."
"The Nine Hell Dragon Cauldron is not there."
Jianlong seemed to have some scruples and began to communicate with Ling Luo's soul, "I feel very clearly that the Nine Hell Dragon Cauldron is at least fifty miles away from here."
"All right."
Ling Luo compromised and communicated with the Dragon Soul, "You show us the way, we will go directly to the Nine Hell Dragon Cauldron."
The cheap dragon turned around, turned diagonally to the right, and said: "Go in this direction."
Before Ling Luo had time to say anything to Jingrong and Xuanyuan Yu, Jianlong had already carried her and "slid" toward the southwest, even her shadow was gone.
"Luo'er?"
After a while, Xuanyuan Yu, who had been chatting with Jingrong along the way, came to his senses and found that his wife had disappeared.
"What's wrong? Brother Xuanyuan?" Jingrong cast a questioning look.
"Luo'er is gone." Xuanyuan Yu's face turned gloomy, and his eyes, which were like black holes, revealed a soul-stirring coldness.
Jingrong also stopped, looked around, frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice: "There is indeed no trace of Junior Sister Luo."
"I'm going to find Luo'er."
Xuanyuan Yu's face became more and more ugly. Why did he lose it in the blink of an eye?
But just at this moment, a large group of dark things attacked the two of them.
Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a large group of Shura.
Shura is a higher level demon than Yaksha and Feitian Yaksha, with an average height of about four to five meters, hard scales, and spiritual wisdom.
In front of this group of Asuras, stood three-headed Asuras and a man with a scarred face and a sinister expression.
"Xuanyuan Yu, long time no see."
The man who spoke was none other than An Yi, the third elder of the demon world. He had followed Jue He and hibernated in the third heaven for a long time. "You finally left Yu Gong Que and walked out of the sphere of influence of the seven holy sects. Today,