"Wow!"
The white gas is like clouds of smoke. Although you can see how huge this white gas is from a distance, when you really come into close contact with it and have to pass through it, you realize how huge this guy is.
Even though Han Sanqian was as fast as a meteor under the golden light, it still took him at least half a minute to get through this layer of white gas.
As people and beasts passed by, the golden light violently rubbed against the white air, and countless sparks continued to rise around them.
The firelight was very bright, but when it completely passed through the white air, they disappeared, and at the same time, darkness came from all around.
Even though time and space have never changed, even though the sun is still shining above, due to the environment of the jungle itself and the obstruction of the white air, the sky at this time is already like before dusk to Han Sanqian and the Taotie of Evil.
"Snapped!"
After almost entering the white air, the golden light around Han Sanqian disappeared in an instant, and his speed also slowed down a lot. With the trunk of a big tree breaking, a man and an animal finally fell into the jungle from the air.
"boom!"
One person and one beast landed on the ground. Looking around, the brightness dropped to another level. In addition, the jungle was already humid, and the dark green looked like black in the dark. It was a bit uncomfortable to enter it.
Neither of them made a sound. They were observing the surroundings and listening to the surroundings. It was very quiet. Occasionally, they could only hear some sparse noises, such as animals walking by, birds flying by, or poisonous snakes passing by.
But it is these subtle sounds that form a quieter world at this moment.
It is not an exaggeration to say that this place is really too quiet, but it is this silence that makes people feel quite hairy, giving it a very scary and eerie feeling.
"Are you afraid?" Han Sanqian gently patted the head of the Taotie of Evil and asked softly.
The Taotie of Evil ignored him at all, lowering his head and looking left and right on the ground. Han Sanqian also obviously knew that his question was really in vain.
For a foodie like him, what he cares about is not whether he is afraid or not. What he wants is very simple, just to see if he can eat it.
Han Sanqian rolled his eyes helplessly, and based on the approximate position he had just taken in the air, Han Sanqian slowly headed west.
Over there is the moon pool!
Bahuang Tianshu landed himself closer to that side, so his purpose should obviously be to let him go to the moon pool to take a look first.
This is good, because although the dead souls of these true gods are just dead souls, they can be mentioned repeatedly in the mouth of Bahuang Tianshu and emphasize their terror and power.
It is obvious then that the abilities of these guys should not be underestimated.
When you don't know the opponent's strength at all, it is indeed a very wise choice to first choose a player with a weaker relative strength to fight.
And almost at the same time that Han Sanqian was on the road, above the white clouds, at the top of the sky.
The figure of Bahuang Tianshu slowly appeared, looking into the jungle, showing an extremely incredible smile.
"He went in?"
At this time, a voice slowly appeared from behind.
Bahuang Tianshu basically didn't need to guess, and he knew who was coming. He nodded, smiled, and said: "That's right."
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"You are so shameless that you actually came up with such a way to deal with Han Sanqian. I bet you will die miserably when he knows the truth of the matter one day." The old sweeper smiled.
Bahuang Tianshu shook his head: "I also believe that he will definitely beat me up severely at that time, but I also believe that he will be grateful to me at that time."
The old man sweeping the floor smiled slightly, and finally shook his head helplessly with a wry smile.
He did not deny what the Bahuang Heavenly Book said, because what he said was indeed quite reasonable. One day, Han Sanqian would be grateful to the Bahuang Heavenly Book for doing this.
Thinking of this, the old sweeper nodded, sighed, looked at the jungle, suddenly showed a mysterious smile, and slowly opened his mouth...
