"What?" Suning was thinking, and suddenly pulled Luoyi, turned her head, and looked upwards following her chubby little hand, her eyes narrowed slightly.

As soon as they saw, the two of them had arrived near the Dragon Palace Conference Hall without realizing it.

Suning is not unfamiliar with this building. In retrospect, he once listened to the Dragon King's discussion there. He placed it in the human kingdom and his status is similar to that of the Golden Palace.

However, Luo Yi was not pointing to the building itself, but a figure filled with dark and turbid demonic energy.

The figure was very tall, sitting in the main seat of the hall, on the Dragon King's seat, motionless, but even though it was separated by the "dark layer", it was still shocking.

"Very strong!" Suning instinctively judged.

Unfortunately, it is probably because of the pollution. Under the Qi-Looking Technique, a black light appears, which is difficult to compare horizontally with mixed-race species or Qi-Cultivator.

But instinct told him that with his current cultivation level, he could not afford to offend this thing.

"What is it? The surviving senior general in the Dragon Palace?" Suning guessed, but unfortunately, the other party was covered in black air and could not see clearly.

After a little thought, Suning took the rosy clothes and carefully cut over them.

The "dark layer" is indeed powerful. Although the other party is powerful, there is no sign of discovery. However, an interesting scene is happening in the hall.

Previously, when Suning fled, the horn sounded, and the entire Dragon Palace sailors had recovered. After losing their target, they did not calm down, but scattered and searched.

It seemed that after some discovery, I saw sailors and generals walking into the hall with weapons of different shapes, kneeling down, as if telling the man something.

Can't hear clearly.

Then, the man on the dragon throne seemed furious, stood up, waved his hand, and someone next to him presented a long-handled round hammer. The man held the weapon and led the crowd out of the hall.

Then, he flew up the sky, and pointed the sailors together, forming a military formation of thousands of people, and rushed towards the northwest corner of the map with the sound of a trumpet.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Dragon Palace was empty.

"??" Suning was confused.

The first reaction was that the other party went to find him, but after looking at the location below... the northwest corner, in general, it was indeed the direction he came from, but the problem was...

That was not the location of the well where he escaped.

"Isn't chasing us? Who else can I go to..." Suning was stunned and then woke up:

"The Palace!"

"I'm afraid the team of the palace has arrived. When the sailors were exploring around and searching me, they happened to be searching them."

This is the most logical answer.

Suning's expression became wonderful. Although he really thought that the palace might share the pressure for him, but...

"You are sharing a bit hard." Suning was in a complicated mood. "I don't know if they can hold on, but I have reminded me that I should be prepared."

No longer thinking about it, Suning looked at the empty palace complex and became active.

"How to get up?" Suning looked at Luo Yi.

The little girl pointed to a well in the square outside the hall: "Where."

Suning exhaled and said in a deep voice: "Let's go up."

...

In the darkness, Longgong Square was cold, and only the cold mist drifted away.

An ancient well next to a withered coral tree suddenly spits out a bright light.

One big and one small, two figures jumped up. After looking around, Suning did not immediately go to "Haizang", but instead pondered for a moment and took the lead in walking into the "Convention Hall".

Under the night, the Crystal Palace exudes a soft light.

Suning looked at the dilapidated courtyard and the mottled buildings. In a trance, he felt that things changed.

The palace door was open without any obstacles. As soon as Suning stepped in, he frowned.

Here... is actually full of battle traces.

The floor was broken and the walls were turbid, like blood marks that had not been dispersed for thousands of years. The ones were hugged by more than a dozen people. The giant pillars carved with dragons on the surface were covered with sword marks.

Even, you can see the remaining old blood in the gap.

"There has been a fierce battle here." Suning held the short spear tightly and subconsciously protected Luoyi behind her. Suddenly, a sound echoed in his ears:

"Turn spiritual power to resist pollution!"

"Close the hall gate..."

"Your Highness! No..."

This sound is illusory, ethereal, and has no lethality. It is even closer to the "resolution of the lingering sound" in myth. In a trance, it makes people feel as if they were three thousand years ago.

Suning used the Qi-Looking Technique to vaguely see the phantoms in the hall, slashing and killing each other. Some were polluted sailors, and some were still left with Qingming.

Unfortunately, the phantom was left with very little residual effect and it only lasted for a few seconds before dissipating.

"Sure enough, it seems that the pollution is not instantaneous. Some of the sailors were defeated at that time, and they remained awake and fought with their demonized colleagues."

Suning breathed a long sigh, no longer thought about it, glanced at the hall, and his eyes fell on the eye of the eye.

No, to be precise, it should be a "dragon bed".

The entire bed is about the size of a single bed, with gold pouring, white jade paving, countless gems inlaid, and the entire dragon bed fence on three sides is made of colorful crystals.

Although there are a few scratches, the overall remains intact.

"Good thing!" Suning's eyes lit up. Those who can make Dragon King seats must be good, even if they put aside the possible "special effects".

Just talking about handicrafts, it is easy to sell for hundreds of millions of yuan. According to antiques, it is even more priceless.

"Royi!"

"Ha?" The little girl looked at him blankly.

"Come here to help." Suning spitted into his palms, his eyes lit up: "Let's move it away!"

The situation of the Sea-Tang Divine Soldier is hard to say, and it is a serious matter to take away the things at hand first.

"Oh!" Luo Yi was stunned for a moment, nodded, ran over and raised his side with Suning.

The dragon throne was extremely heavy, and the two of them worked together to finally move it into the gray fog space.

Suning didn't close the door either, leaving the entrance to the space open, and said quickly to Luoyi:

"Time is tight and the task is heavy. I don't know how long it can be delayed. We still have serious things to do. Let's be quicker and bring in everything we can move here, and then withdraw!"

"Okay!" Luo Yi rolled up her sleeves, shook her white and tender arms and started working hard.

Tables, chairs, jade saucers, wine cups, screens and teapots...everything that can be moved will be thrown into the wooden door.

Suning raised his head and stared at the night pearls with big heads on the dome.

The whole person stepped on the giant pillar and climbed up, fixed his body with one hand and held a golden spear with the other, and pried it hard.

The star-like pearls fell down like picking fruits, and were thrown into the gray fog space by the radish.

...

Bund.

The afterglow of the evening shone on the river surface. As night falls, the buildings on both sides of the river bank are lit up, and the onlookers are dispersed.

During the long wait, even the media people gradually became listless.

But I was reluctant to leave, for fear of missing out on possible changes.

"The last time I went back to Shencheng, I was about to disappear and projected those two lines of prophecy. Everyone insisted."

Ning Cuo held the railing, his skirt was gently blowing in the night breeze, and he heard a nearby filming team leader talking.

As the studio originally scheduled to be opened after the holiday, she currently only has one official employee in Wu'an, plus Shirley, a non-staff gangster.

The latter was quite lively at first, but somehow, suddenly he became distracted and looked a little restless.

Ning Chu guessed that maybe she was worried about the organization, the senior "Rain Master", after all, it had been several hours since she left Suning.

The ruins on the East China Sea were completely unmoved.

Ning Cuo's heart was inexplicably restless, as if there was danger approaching quietly, but he had no clue, so he could only attribute it to his concern for the "Seventeenth".

Suddenly, her cell phone vibrated, Ning Cuo was stunned and picked it up, it was a strange number: "Hey?"

On the other end of the phone, the hotel receptionist panicked.

Ning Cuo's expression also changed from initial doubt to shock, and then to solemnity. After a moment, he said, "I understand, don't continue to participate, pretend that nothing happened."

After hanging up the phone, the member of the People's Education Number 4, finally realized where his uneasiness came from:

Doomsday National Saving Association!

The people from the National Salvation Association finally came!

At the beginning, after Suning killed Schneider, she had concerns.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is not uncommon for Schneider to die of a sudden heart disease.

For the students accompanying them, death is largely due to the "magic backlash" and can also be explained.
To be continued...