C161 Shattering the Space Lost！！

Ye Wentian carried the already ruined corpse of Er-Lang God and waved it around, shouting loudly. He was about to cry. In the end, after shaking it for an unknown period of time, he could only throw Er-Lang God's corpse onto the ground. He didn't forget to kick it a few times. "Crow, are you playing with me? Didn't we agree not to let him die? Didn't we agree to let him bring me back? Why did I just write it down?! How am I going to go back? Revive him, alright?" . . . "Quiet. . . " Silence. . . " "Rumble. . . !" "You want to use lightning to bombard laozi?!! If you have the guts, then f * ck me to death!!" . . . Silence. . .

Ye Wentian sat on the ground and gave up all his efforts. It seemed like he could not communicate with the author anymore. He could only rely on himself to think of a way. How could he go back? Could it be Sesame Open? Absolutely not! This was not Little White's novel! (Presenter pressed: Spell is Sesame Open!) What should he do? Shattering the Void! Ye Wentian jumped up from the ground, but he was immediately discouraged. "No way! What if I get lost? Who knows where I'll be going?" 。。。。。。。

"Forget it. In any case, I'm still stuck here! I might as well give it a try!!!" Ye Wentian wanted to do it, but he did it without any hesitation. He waved his arm and a huge Air Blade appeared. "Buzz ~ ~ ~" After a muffled sound, a massive crack appeared in space. It glowed with seven colors of light, incomparably mystical. Ye Wentian took a deep breath and said, "Crow! If I get lost. . . I'll curse you to be seduced by beautiful women every day!" Ye Wentian walked into the dimensional crack and a moment later, The crack closed. The scene of the Azure Dragon Manor had completely disappeared. It was silent. It was incomparably quiet in the darkness. Ye Wentian was now walking in a colorful world. It felt like this place was very small, but it also felt like it was endless. It was very contradictory.

Ye Wentian looked around curiously. Hmm. . . It was very beautiful! What the hell am I thinking!? Let's find a way first. But looking at the exact same surroundings, Ye Wentian was also very confused. "What should we do? Where should we open the door? Forget it. Let's open a hole first!" As Ye Wentian spoke, he swung Wentian's sword and created a small hole in the seven-colored spatial zone. Ye Wentian didn't think too much about it. He jumped into the opening. What a warm light! Ye Wentian sighed in his heart. Immediately after, his body began to fall rapidly. "Damn! It's so high!"

Ye Wentian saw clearly what was in front of him. He was actually very high in the air. Below was a huge city, but judging from the appearance of the city, it definitely did not look like the city in the spatial zone that he knew. He was very depressed, but he still failed. He got lost! (Definitely! He even dared to insult Ben Da!) Ye Wentian kept falling like his heart was sinking. The scale of the city had reached an exaggerated extent. However, it seemed that the technology was not very developed. Ye Wentian did not see any proper means of transportation when he fell. However, the buildings here were really very unique! In Ye Wentian's impression, there was a building that looked very similar to this place, and that was the holy land of Arabia - Mecca!! It was a very exotic building. The bright color made Ye Wentian's heart tremble, but he was still very anxious. He had fought Er-Lang God in the middle of his marriage, and in the end, he was still lost in the spatial plane. Who should he reason with? My little Bing Bing is still waiting for me!

However, it was useless no matter how much he thought about it. He had to walk slowly. Fortunately, the people in this city seem to be holding an important ceremony. They were all kneeling on the ground and praying for something, so no one noticed the people flying in the sky. Ye Wentian saw that he was about to land on the ground. He waved his arm with force, broke open a section of space, and slowed down his descent. Ye Wentian could once again break open the space and enter, but. . . He had a feeling that he should first find out what kind of world this was, mainly because he was afraid that he wouldn't know if he went too far in the future. Ye Wentian landed in the north-western corner of the city. Next to a very inconspicuous small house, this house was very small. And it was very run-down. Ye Wentian looked at this house and thought of the small tent he had once lived in in the Seamless City.

"Whew ~ ~ ~! It's finally landing. " As Ye Wentian spoke, he looked around. It was very quiet here, like a forgotten corner. There was no one nearby. He looked at the low house in front of him. He walked over and said, "Knock knock knock!" Ye Wentian knocked on the door a few times. "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?" Ye Wentian asked. Not long after, a weak voice sounded from inside, "No one!" 。。。。。。

A few tendons popped out from Ye Wentian's forehead. Was there really such a person? There was no other way. He had to suppress his anger first. Ye Wentian kept persuading himself. He realized that his temper was really not very good right now. "Um, sorry to bother you. I'm lost. I want to ask for directions. " "Can you open the door? I need help right now!" Ye Wentian was about to explode. The voice was so soft that it was hard to tell if it was a man or a woman. "They said there was no one else!" What a helpless voice.

"Hmph!!! At worst, I'll just look for someone else!" Ye Wentian was in a really bad mood right now. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the alley became noisy. A group of men in Arabian clothing came to the entrance of the alley, waving machetes in their hands. Only then did Ye Wentian realize a problem. He could actually understand what they were saying. Why did they speak Huaxia language here? Those men walked to the front of the small house. They looked at Ye Wentian and were surprised. What a handsome man, it was rare to see him! What a pity! He was a slave!

"Where's your master?! We are here to collect the debt!" One of them, a bearded man, said to Ye Wentian in a very rude tone. Master? Why do I look like a servant? When I met Yu Hongyan in the past, I was thought to be Grey Wolf's errand boy. Now I have grown up! And my temperament is not bad either. How can the devil be considered a servant? Ye Wentian was unhappy in his heart and could not be bothered to answer. He directly walked forward. It was more important to ask for directions. As for the few people in front of him, they were obviously not good targets to ask for directions. When the few men saw Ye Wentian walk towards them with his head held high and chest puffed out, they immediately flew into a rage. "You, a slave, actually don't know how to respect others! How did your master educate you! Today, I will let you know what is called high and low, noble and lowly!" The bearded man threw the machete to the person behind him and rushed towards Ye Wentian. The vigorous fist made everyone feel that the next moment, the handsome slave would be splashed with blood.

One finger. That's right. It was a finger. Ye Wentian elegantly used one finger to block the bearded man's fist. A mysterious smile appeared on his extremely handsome and devilish face. "Who said I was a slave? Didn't your parents teach you how to respect others?" The men were shocked when they saw Ye Wentian's strange power. They knew what kind of power their captain had. This young man had actually blocked the captain's fist with a single finger! The bearded man quickly took a step back. "Who are you? How can a person like you not be a slave? Could it be that you. . . Are a rebel?" Ye Wentian frowned. Why did they insist that he was a slave? Why did they still think that he was a rebel? At this moment, the wooden door behind Ye Wentian opened and a tall and sturdy man walked out - Fatty!

"He's not a member of our family. Don't make things difficult for him!" This fatty's voice was clearly not the weak voice from earlier. Ye Wentian looked at the strong fat man and suddenly found a very interesting detail. These burly men dressed in Arabic looked like Arabs in their own world. Their skin color was a little dark, and their hair and eyes were not pure black. They had a brown lustre. And the fatty who walked out of the room in front of them was the same as him - black eyes! Black hair! Yellow skin!