"Eyes...changed into a big mouth?" Ling Luoyu glanced at him suspiciously, then looked at the wound.

This wound really seemed to be torn apart from a big mouth.

But how is it possible that the eyes change to the mouth such a weird thing? !

"Three young masters, really! I didn't lie!"

Feng Chenglin struggled to sit up, serious and anxious.

"I'm not confused, what I see is true... Even if you don't believe me, you have to believe my wound!?"

"I believe you!"

Ling Luoyu tied a cloth for his wound, and put a handful of pill into his mouth.

There is a Dingmiao here, and she can't send Fengchenglin into the chaotic realm for healing for the time being.

"By the way, Third Young Master, you... how did you save me!?"

Feng Chenglin chewed the pill, and it seemed crunchy after eating sugar.

"I have never seen you, but it feels like you have pulled me a bit..."

"It's the heart! It led us to find you!"

Ling Luoyu only discovered at this time that Dingmiao was holding the formation heart, standing there as if lost in despair.

"Set the temple?"

She walked towards Dingmiao cautiously and guard.

Dingmiao's eyes were a little loose, as if he was immersed in a certain environment.

"Dingmiao..."

Ling Luoyu winked at Feng Chenglin, motioned him to step back, and then carefully and slowly grasped towards the center of the formation.

Dingmiao's gaze flowed, falling on Ling Luoyu's hand, his eyes still a little dull.

Ling Luoyu's hand froze for a while, and when he saw that he hadn't made any subsequent movements, he continued to do it, gently squeezing the heart into his hand.

"Set the temple, give it to me..."

Dingmiao's hand suddenly loosened, and the person was still standing stupidly, looking at the center of the battle, moving towards Ling Luoyu as it moved.

Suddenly--

His eyes suddenly burst, and his greedy and ferocious gaze filled his eyes, suddenly grabbing towards the center of the formation.

"it is mine"

Ling Luoyu Hao's wrist flipped and put his heart into his palm. The Chaos Yuan Ling's power was released and crashed against Dingmiao's body.

"boom!"

He fell to the ground with a muffled voice, just at the feet of Feng Chenglin.

"It hurts..."

Screaming in pain, he slowly opened his eyes, and was stunned by Feng Chenglin's gaze.

"You... why are you?"

Feng Chenglin twitched his mouth: "Then who do you think it is!?"

"Aren't you... missing?"

Dingmiao looked at him dumbfounded, his eyes fixed on his most arm.

"You are hurt?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

He has been hurt for so long, do you need to ask again? !

Looking at his eyes, Dingmiao seemed to understand something: "What happened to me just now!?"

Ling Luoyu closed his heart, and stood with his head sideways: "You just wanted to grab the heart..."

"Grab? The heart?"

Dingmiao stood up abruptly, breathing quickly.

"It's the heart! It's the one that confused me...it..."

He wanted to express something, but in the end he slammed his hand.

"I see, there is another function of this formation center, that is, you can switch time and space at will...As long as the person holding the formation center can enter its time and space at will!"

"Its time and space?"

Feng Chenglin blinked, half understanding.

"You mean, this iron lump... is also a spatial magic weapon?"

"No, it guards the sky more than any spatial magic weapon... Let me tell you this!"

Dingmiao was a little excited, and didn't know how to say it.

"You can freely travel through the space it has experienced... Thousands of years are possible!!"