Heroes Prison

"You are the dream ancestor? Are you the creator ancestor?" Huang Yi froze, staring unbelievably at Meng Tiantian.

Meng Nitian nodded: "To be precise, I and Mengzu merged, and now I am Mengzu, and Mengzu is me."

Huang Yi was shocked and speechless. He finally knew why Meng Nitian won the best personal award.

Meng Nitian actually merged with the creation ancestor Mengzu. Such a feat is unheard of. Looking at any annual festival, it is enough to win the best personal award.

Huang Yi absorbed the blood of the "Father of the Moon", and herself became an existence similar to the ancestor of creation. But his ability is more of a potential than a real strength. He needs to grow up before he can have the power of the ancestors of the creation.

However, Huang Yi is not worried that he will always be dreamed up against him. He is Nefarem. He has the most powerful demon blood in the three realms and will play an increasingly powerful role in the future. Even [Evolution] is just one of the abilities of this bloodline. Now, he is only temporarily inferior to the dream.

"So, let me release Meng Xi, and leave the rest to me." Meng Nitian said, and coughed again.

His body looks weak, but within his body, it seems to contain power sufficient to change the color of the entire universe.

"Okay!" Huang Yi nodded, took out the "Book of Heroes", flipped the title page, and read the summoning spell above-

"Fear the gods, hero prison!"

The next moment, a huge black dragon head suddenly emerged out of thin air, occupying the entire sky of the dragon, casting a huge shadow, covering the streets and lanes, as if the night came early.

The dragon's mouth is wide and its eyes are still blinking. It is alive and exudes God-like coercion.

"Huh? Dark Devil Dragon Mo Yan? Fun! Fun!" Meng Ni Tian looked up at the dragon head, smiled slightly, and seemed familiar with it.

"You ... you have a very familiar atmosphere ... are you ... Mengzu?" The faucet's huge eyes looked down at Mengtiantian, showing a suspicious expression.

Meng Guitian nodded his head, his eyes were vicissitudes, and said: "We have met in the ancient times, and several eras have passed, and you have become like this."

"It's not just me. Your daughter, Meng Xi, has also been locked up in the heroic prison. I can now feel her breath in her dreams," said the dragon head.

"That's right, give me the key to her cell, and I'll go in and see." Huang Yi said, flew into the huge dragon mouth, as if swallowed in.

After Huang Yi entered the heroic prison, a key came automatically in the air, and the number was simply number 14.

At the top 15 cell, in addition to obtaining the corresponding key, it also required sufficient strength to lift the seal of the cell door. Huang Yi's strength is now good, and cell 14 can be opened.

Soon, Huang Yi came to the door of cell 14. On the door of this cell was a large and enchanting magic circle of engravings, with a grayish-white breath evaporating on it, which was a force of death. If a mortal touched this off-white breath, they would be squeezed out of life and die directly.

Huang Yi, the prison director, was not afraid of this breath, went straight into the breath, took out the key, and inserted it into the keyhole of the cell door.

All of a sudden, the magic array on the door of the cell flickered with a dazzling red light, alternating light and dark, like a warning light, warning Huang Yi not to act without authorization.

Huang Yi pressed her hands on the door of the room and pushed forward hard, and the powerful breath in her body poured into her palms, acting on the door of the cell.

The magic array on the door of the cell flashes faster and faster, and the frequency of light and dark interlacing is getting faster and faster!

Eventually, the magic circle became constantly bright and no longer flickered.

"Boom ~", the door of the cell was slowly pushed open, indicating that the seal had been lifted, and the criminals inside could not escape, but the people outside could already enter.

The space in the door of the cell was shrouded in gray and white death, and could not see anything, exuding a mysterious breath.

Huang Yi stood at the door and looked inside for a while, then took a deep breath and strode in.

As soon as he stepped into the cell, he suddenly changed and went to another place.

This is the entrance to a castle. On the round iron gate of this dream castle, there are four big words—

"Dream in Wonderland"

Looking in through the iron gate, you can vaguely see the buildings with spires, deep gardens, crystal clear fountains, and so on. They are fantastic and beautiful, making people want to go in and explore.

This scene is more refined than the scenes of other cells he has seen before, showing that the prisoners held here are more powerful.

Huang Yi pushed open the iron gate and walked into this dreamy castle.

"Hehe ~" At this time, a little girl suddenly laughed in a flower in the distance.

In the flowers, there appeared a delicate and lovely little loli. She was wearing a small skirt, a small flower was inserted into her long golden hair, and she was smiling happily at a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man bowed, looked at the little girl pettingly, reached out and shaved her little nose.

That middle-aged man looks like a dream!

It seems that this is the human form of Mengzu. And that little girl should be his daughter's dream.

At this moment, the little girl suddenly jumped up playfully, trotting towards a garden in the back, and smiled happily while running: "Come after me! Come after me!"

The middle-aged man smiled petulantly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ shook his head helplessly, it seems that there is no way to take this naughty little girl.

Huang Yi immediately chased after, trotting along with the little girl, through the spire flower room, stepping on the violet flower gallery, through the grapevine, and entered a deep secret garden.

The garden was full of exotic flowers and grasses, with a faint fragrance.

At this time, the little girl had grown up and became a slim young girl. Her golden long hair was no longer covered randomly, but was carefully braided into a braid.

There was a teenager beside her. The teenager was tall, thin, handsome and handsome, staring at her with affection.

She noticed the teenager's gaze and suddenly shy smile, her face flushed, grabbed her golden braid, bit her teeth in her mouth, trot out, like a dancing butterfly.

The teenager chased her behind, the two were playing in the flowers, and from time to time came happy laughter, gradually spread to the distance.