The white light column, nearly three meters in diameter, seemed to pierce the sky and penetrated into the depths of the clouds. New Dagger and Dagger New Address:

At this time, Wang Le and the white-haired old man were both shrouded by this white column of light and were frozen in a place four or five meters high in the air and could not move.

", what the hell is going on?" Wang Le used his innate power to break free from the invisible constraints of the light column, but in the end he let his strength do it, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, unable to use any strength at all, just like a mosquito in amber, becoming a specimen.

At this time, two meters above Wang Le, the white-haired old man also tried his best to break free from the shackles and escape from the strange white light column.

But in the end, it was still futile. He immediately saw an unwilling look in his fearful eyes. His mouth slightly opened, and a mini-painted black knife-shaped natal magic weapon was spit out.

At this moment, the wounds on Wang Le's hands had not closed yet. You should know that since he obtained the ability to destroy the delusion and produces innate power, he would always fight with the enemy, and the wounds he suffered would be closed quickly due to the innate power in his body.

However, today is different from before. The wounds are as always, and blood continues to flow out from these wounds without any chance. They are not fixed by the light column, but fall down below. At this moment, it is like a big pit like an abyss.

Wang Le gave up struggling and looked at the white-haired old man above him, who was also fixed on his feet. He saw that the painted black knife-shaped natal magic weapon he had just spitted soared to more than one meter long, and then silently recited the magic formula.

Just when the black sword was about to slash out at the white light column, I saw a slight crack in the blade of this natal magic weapon, and there was a tendency to become more and more.

Before the white-haired old man with panic looked back, his blade spread like a spider-web-like cracks and became bigger and bigger.

"Click"

"Click"

The white-haired old man watched the natal magic weapon he had just taken out shattered and shattered. A mouthful of old blood couldn't help but spit out with a slight squirt.

Wang Le below was gloating about it, but he felt even more and more wrong, because such a passive situation was a situation he had never encountered since his debut.

Especially when I saw the natal magic weapon spitting out by the old white-haired man, it was crushed by invisible power before it was used.

If Wang Le had no idea of ​​natal magic weapon, he would have no idea about it. He would only say that the old man made something strange and similar to the broken copper and iron, which was so vulnerable.

However, the fact is that the martial arts battle with Hong Burang made Wang Le fully realize the horror of his natal magic weapon. If he exploded himself, it would destroy the existence of two buildings.

What's more important is that this white-haired old man's martial arts cultivation must be reduced to Hong's ability.

But when encountering this situation, Wang Le, as an opponent, felt a taste that he had never felt before, that is despair

At this moment, Wang Le believes that the white-haired old man should empathize with him.

Many times, the invisible enemy is the most terrifying. From this sudden shock to the present, it only takes three or four minutes, but Wang Le and the white-haired old man seemed to be spending their second as a year, and the pressure in his heart became increasingly greater.

These two people are also tough-minded. If they were the others, they had already been pissed off and fainted from fear. Only they, their eyes wide open, and they swear to see what was going on.

Just as the white-haired old man spurted out his mouthful of old blood and regretted taking out his natal magic weapon from his dantian, he suddenly felt something and twisted his neck with difficulty to look at the big pit on the ground below.

In an instant, Wang Le below saw the face of the white-haired old man changing drastically, and the thrilling feeling that could not be concealed was fully visible.

"What did he see"

Seeing this, Wang Le couldn't help but think in his heart with some confusion, and the shadows and ominousness that enveloped his heart became stronger and stronger.

Although he was confused, shocked, and even fearful, Wang Le had the heart but was not strong enough, because with his martial arts cultivation, he could not twist his neck as hard as the white-haired old man. After all, the white light column had too strong binding power to fight at all.

Gradually, gradually, Wang Le felt a breeze blowing below him through the torn cloth pieces behind him, and then he smelled a strange bloody smell with a faint fragrance.

"Hiss" Wang Le took a breath. Although he didn't know what was below, he saw the white-haired old man above who had been frightened and twisted his face, and he guessed that there must be something extraordinary.

"Mom, my son survived countless dangers of life and death, but he didn't expect that the one who fell into the pit and lost his life was your pit. When I arrived on the road to the underworld, who would I ask for advice?"

After Wang Le gave up his futile struggle and stopped pursuing the innate power in his body, he thought to himself in a complicated mood, and the degree of tragedy in it was just like a person knowing the warmth of water.

Suddenly, Wang Le's heart moved, and his eyes showed a look of memories, and he thought to himself: "I seem to have smelled this fragrant bloody smell somewhere."

"Uh" Wang Le's body stiffened, and the dark pupils in his eyes tightened. The scenes he saw when he was in the underground mausoleum of Genghis Khan appeared in his mind.

"How could this happen?"

I saw Wang Le, who was full of memories in his eyes. His thoughts were out of control, and he couldn't help but show an incredible expression, muttering to himself.

Immediately, the innate power in Wang Le's dantian surged out again, and his face twisted and used all his strength to turn his head to see if it was the same as what he was thinking in his heart.

At this moment, the fear in Wang Le's thoughts were wiped out, because the grave was buried in his mother Wang Xiaodie.

Just as Wang Le tried his best to twist his neck, the smell of blood with a fragrant smell became stronger and stronger.

Then, the scattered drops of scarlet blood beads took the lead from bottom to top, slowly floating and appearing out of the corner of Wang Le's eyes.

Wang Le's body stiffened, and then his innate power was dispersed to calm down. Then he looked to the side.

A fresh human skin, with blood, shining with soft white light, slowly came into Wang Le's eyes silently.

Then, he stopped beside Wang Le and never moved again.

"Sure enough, human skin as fresh as I thought."
Chapter completed!