Once the wooden door was closed, the entire hall seemed to be even darker, and darkness as thick as ink enveloped the hall.
It seems to be ten times colder here than outside.
I'm afraid that Jianhao will freeze when he walks here.
But for the dragon, just cold and darkness are nothing.
He looked up and saw a passage in front of him. On both sides of the road, there were various strange-shaped hideous statues. Some tongues fell to the ground, some were eyes all over his body, and some mouths were cracked to the ears...
In the darkness, it seems like terrible demons are peeking at you.
The dragon smiled faintly and ignored the sculptures at all.
Not to mention just dead objects, even real demons, so what?
Didn’t he just catch one?
He walked in with his hands behind his back.
boom!
Suddenly, thick candles lit up around, illuminating the entire hall with brilliant lights.
The coldness and silence just now disappeared.
Instead, it is the noisy hall and the melodious and lively sound of silk and bamboo.
There was a red carpet on the ground, and a group of white-skinned geisha were dancing on it.
In front of the hall is a long table with various exquisite food and fruits placed on it.
A middle-aged samurai with a shaming hairstyle from the Edo era and wearing an ancient samurai uniform, sitting upright, surrounded by Japanese beauties in kimonos, serving him.
He raised his head and smiled faintly at Long: "It turns out that a distinguished guest in the Divine Realm has arrived. I wonder if there is anything to do with me?"
"Are you a white bird, Long Yi?" Long walked over with his hands, without looking at the rich and silenced noise around him.
"Not bad." The middle-aged warrior raised his hand and said, "Please sit down with a distinguished guest."
The dragon sat down with a normal expression.
The middle-aged warrior waved his hand and immediately a beautiful kimono poured a glass of wine in front of the dragon.
The dragon ignored it.
"Don't you drink a drink?" the middle-aged warrior smiled.
Long did not answer him, but was still looking at the middle-aged warrior, and asked again: "Are you really a Shiraki Ryuichi?"
The middle-aged warrior looked at him and said, "Disciple, do you think I am not?"
"Not this," Long smiled faintly: "Actually, I have nothing special to come. I just want to ask you, since you are Shiraki Ryuichi, do you know me?"
The middle-aged warrior frowned slightly: "What does a distinguished guest mean? Do we know each other?"
"I think..." Long tilted his head: "It should be known."
"Should you know?" The middle-aged warrior became more and more strange. He knew what it means to know. Since the other party is a powerful person in the divine realm, his memory will never be forgotten. Even if he met him decades ago, he would not forget it.
But after this man came in, he kept speaking ambiguously.
Originally, he wanted to confuse the other party's identity.
Why is it like the other party is tricking him?
The middle-aged warrior stared at the dragon, and he was also watching. Although he rarely stepped out of the Sword Saint Palace for physical reasons, it did not prevent him from collecting information. He has learned about the divine realm on the global god list.
The person in front of me seems not to be on the God's List.
Of course, it is not the God List, but it is normal. The entire earth is so vast that there are always some god realms that are unwilling to show their heads.
The person in front of him...
Suddenly, the middle-aged warrior's eyes shrank. He was a divine realm and a very special existence. Anyone who had seen it could recognize it. Even if it was disguised, it would be difficult to escape his perception.
This person...
He seemed to have really seen it, and suddenly the middle-aged warrior's face changed slightly. Could it be him? Wasn't he dead?
The dragon kept watching the middle-aged warrior.
So no change in his expression could escape the corner of his eyes.
"Do you really know me?" Long shouted suddenly.
"No, no, no, I don't know." The middle-aged warrior suddenly shook his head, with a trace of unconcealed panic in his eyes.
"You are lying!" Long shouted, "Say, who am I?"
The middle-aged warrior suddenly turned into a ray of blue smoke and rushed out.
"I want to leave!" The dragon raised his hand, and a giant palm appeared in the void, grabbing the green smoke.
Trepidation!
A shrill scream came from the void, and the giant palm grabbed the sky. Suddenly the lights in the entire hall were extinguished. Then the kimono beauties, geisha, and musicians turned into demons with green faces and fangs and rushed towards the dragon.
"A little trick!"
Long snorted coldly and pinched a thunder technique.
Boom!
Thunder exploded, and light was emitted throughout the room, densely packed with electric snakes spread out, and the demons rushing over let out shrill screams, and in the blink of an eye, they were completely wiped out by the lightning.
At this time, a blue-black shadow had already rushed out of the roof.
He seemed to be invisible and materially, and went straight through the roof.
The dragon raised his hand and pulled it, and the lightning condensed and turned into a spear. He threw it out loud and bang!
The lightning spear penetrated the roof and hit the phantom.
A shrill roar came from the sky, and black smoke rolled
...
At this time, outside the hall, Sakura Miyamoto and others were still waiting there. As soon as Long entered the hall, she felt like she was surrounded by a group of wolves.
The elders of the Sword Saint Palace were staring at her like wolves and tigers.
"Miyamoto Sakura, you dare to betray the Sword Saint Palace and bring outsiders in. You're so brave."
"Yes, the Sword Saint Palace trains you. This is how you repay Lord Sword Saint. As the law enforcement elder, how do you say I should punish you?"
A bald and vicious old man stared at Miyamoto Sakura, showing a cruel expression.
Sakura Miyamoto was extremely heartbroken.
Of course he knew the horror of this law enforcement elder. He was famous throughout the Sword Saint Palace. Someone once betrayed the Sword Saint Palace and was eventually abused to death and went crazy.
Even if she dies, she will not want to fall into his hands.
But she knew that once she was captured, it would be hard to die.
"If you touch me, Lord Long will not let you go." She said tremblingly.
"Master Long? You are talking about the guy just now. He actually dared to go in and find Master Sword Saint. You still expect him to come out alive." The law enforcement elder said with a grin, raising his hand to catch Sakura Miyamoto.
His favorite thing is torture such a young girl, especially Sakura Miyamoto and the identity of the Miyamoto family's eldest daughter, which will definitely make you feel more happy when you abuse it.
"Karee, wait first, have you forgotten? Sakura Miyamoto is one of the saints selected by Sword Saint. Although she betrayed the Sword Saint Palace, she should wait for Sword Saint to decide in person. Don't touch her first." said Hirashizu.
When Elder Kikai heard this, he stopped reluctantly. He forgot this and smiled coldly at Sakura Miyamoto.
Although Sakura Miyamoto escaped for the time being, she was not happy at all.
She knew that dying early and late would be death.
Once Lord Long is killed by Lord Sword Saint, it will be her turn.
boom!
Just when she was frightened.
Thunder and lightning came from the direction of the hall, and a dazzling light leaked out.
Immediately afterwards, a phantom rushed out of the roof in a hurry, but followed by a spear of lightning that broke through the air and penetrated the phantom.