Global Soul Transmigration: Starting with the Divine Race

Handsome male elf: Haha, I must have been scared away by the two flying dragons.

Strong Human Race Man: It’s just the right time for him to escape, so we don’t have to be on guard against him at all times.

The male elf with the Chinese character face: This guy is quite smart. The six of us are not sure of touching him. Once the boss Long Jie arrives, his life will depend entirely on our faces.

Male elf with Chinese character face: But you still have to pay attention to your surroundings, or he may be hiding and trying to trick us.

The male elf with the Chinese character face: Let’s continue to wait. As long as the two flying dragons are seriously injured, our chance will come.

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While the six of them were hiding in the woods watching the battle, Xiao Leng came to the edge of Jing Lake alone.

This lake is very strange. The two flying dragons are fighting in the sky, but the strong wind cannot make a ripple on the lake.

It seems that the lake is not filled with water, but a whole piece of glass.

Xiao Leng stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the lake, and then he saw the reflection of his hand on the lake.

It was a frighteningly pale arm with slender fingers that looked like either a man's hand or a woman's hand.

More like dead man's hands.

There were no sleeves on the arms, but Xiao Leng was clearly wearing a Dragonborn suit.

How could this happen? It’s not me that’s reflected?

Xiao Leng frowned slightly.

Immediately, he tried to wave his hand on the lake without leaning forward to prevent the rest of his body from being reflected.

On the lake, the pale reflection waved, as if saying hello to an old friend.

Xiao Leng grinned, put away his four fingers, and raised only his middle finger, facing parallel to the lake.

"Brother Mikansade, this trick is outdated, can't you change your routine?"

Xiao Leng didn't know if this would be heard by the evil god Miganzad. Anyway, strategically, it would be enough to despise the opponent.

Why only focus on you tactically and beat you to pieces?

As soon as he finished speaking, the pale hand stretched out with lightning speed and grabbed Xiao Leng's wrist.

It looks like a three-dimensional entity drilled out of the same painting.

And the pale hands did not create a single ripple on the lake surface, nor did they bring up a single drop of water.

This hand seemed to come from another world.

Under the guidance of the pale hand, Xiao Leng was pulled forward and his whole body was reflected on the lake.

He subconsciously looked at his reflected self, with the rest of his body hidden in the thick fog.

Seeing that his body was about to fall into the lake, he stretched out his other hand and pressed it towards the lake.

In an instant, a pale hand stretched out from the lake again and grabbed his other hand.

The incident happened suddenly, but it was also within Xiao Leng's expectation.

Compared with the Stone Age, his strength has been greatly improved now, and he has long wanted to compete with Miganzad again.

Anyway, in this era, we definitely can’t meet the real evil god.

At most, it is just the clone and will of the evil god.

Xiao Leng finally touched the lake with his hands and slowly fell into it.

There was no splash on the lake, and his hands were dragged by pale hands, as if they were stuck in a swamp.

Xiao Leng lay flat on the lake, and then his knees and forehead sank into it.

It was obvious that the pale hands wanted to drag him to the other side.

Naturally, Xiao Leng would not let the other party succeed easily, but his current posture made it difficult to exert force.

Moreover, the surface of the lake is like a swamp, and there is no point of entry at all.

In desperation, he could only use [Wind Control Technique] to prepare to blow his body up.

After a brief pause, his body sank deeper into the lake again.

In an instant, half of Xiao Leng's head was submerged in the lake.

If viewed from below the surface of the lake, only half of his head remains, while the other half has disappeared.

After some wrestling, Xiao Leng was defeated and dragged to another world.

But he is not panic at all. With 70,000 Heavenly Dao Points in hand, he can do whatever he wants.

Worse still, there is the god-level talent [Immortal Soul]. The soul will not be as fragile as ordinary wandering souls.

Looking carefully at the eyes, the pale hands just now are gone.

Right now there is a beautiful sea of ​​flowers, with several snow-capped mountains in the distance.

Xiao Leng once thought that this place was built to imitate the scene of his and Mu Bingyu's date under the snow-capped mountain.

In addition, there are ten fairy mountains floating in the sky all around, floating slowly and irregularly.

Some of them are not very high from the ground, and the lowest one is even within reach.

There are attic pavilions, temples and palaces on the fairy mountain.

There are also upside-down waterfalls, and the steady stream of water does not pour straight down, but converges into a curved river in the sky.

This strange sight made Xiao Leng feel that he was in an illusion for a while.

But everything around me is very real. Who were those hands just now?

It doesn't look like Mikanzadeh. What did he mean and why did he drag me to this place?

With these doubts in mind, Xiao Leng came to a nearby place that resembled a farmyard.

In addition to a small wooden house with a simple and unique shape, there are also several medicinal fields surrounded by simple fences.

It is filled with various types of medicinal materials, ranging from low-level to high-level.

Damn it!

It’s developed!

Even if some high-end medicinal materials are not used to make elixirs, they can still provide powerful effects when eaten raw.

For example, increasing attributes by percentage in a short period of time, or improving certain magic defense and attack power.

Xiao Leng was about to step forward and start the harvest mode when suddenly an old voice came from nearby.

"Ahem——"

"There has been no visitor here for a long time. How did this little brother get in?"

? ? ?

Xiao Leng rotated 360 degrees, and there was no other person around except him.

Who is speaking?

With the [Sacred Eye], Xiao Leng quickly locked onto a stone turtle statue by the fence.

He said dubiously:

"Are you talking to me?"

This stone statue is about half a meter high and two meters long, and is roughly carved all over.

There is only the outline of a turtle, like an unfinished product carved to one third.

And the stone is just ordinary granite.

Xiao Leng came to the turtle head. The stone statue was motionless, but the voice came out.

"It is indeed me who is talking to you. Sorry, I haven't moved around for a long time and my body has turned into a stone."

Xiao Leng squatted down and tapped the turtle shell with his fingers.

"How old is your stone? Also, where is this place?"

Shi Gui let out a long sigh, revealing endless loneliness.

"Everything seems like yesterday. Now that your new generation of beings have arrived in Tianxuan Continent, at least thousands of years have passed."

"As for this place, it is a sub-space. It was found by the owner in the last era and made into what it is now."

"The master named it [Waiting Wind Realm] just to wait for someone to come here to wake her up."

Xiao Leng's tiger body trembled and he asked subconsciously:

"Is your master male or female? Ahem, I mean, what race is your master?"

Shigui remained motionless, but he could see through Xiao Leng's bloodline at a glance.

"You are the third generation of the gods, and your master belongs to the second generation of the gods. In the last era, she was a beauty with a reputation of being chosen by all the people in the continent."

"I am a battle pet of my master. After my master freezes herself forever, I will take care of this small world for her."

"Alas, after so many years, [Waiting Wind Realm] finally waited for its first visitor, but unfortunately it was not the person the master was waiting for."

Xiao Leng subconsciously turned around and looked towards the fairy mountain floating in the air.

He didn't know where the mistress here had frozen herself, so he planned to take a look later.

While retorting Shi Gui said:

"Who is the person she is waiting for? How do you know it's not me?"

Shi Gui sighed softly:

"His name is Ye Suifeng. He is the holder of the authority of the Wind God in the previous era. Since you have light in your body, it is naturally not him."

Xiao Leng grinned.

"As the saying goes, meeting is fate. After so many years, your mistress may have changed her mind."

"She froze herself somewhere, and I'll wake her up soon."

Suddenly, a ferocious roar came from the direction of the snow-capped mountains in the distance.

It was actually the roar of a dragon.

Shi Gui felt bad when he heard this, and his speaking speed was a little faster than before.

"Little brother, hide now. The evil dragon raised by the master is coming. Its son escaped from this world and never came back, which made it very grumpy."

"Plus the owner is now in a state of permanent freezing, no one can suppress it."

When Xiao Leng heard this, he suddenly became nervous.