Chapter 391 After the master used forty times the gravity field. Feng Hao's figure began to decline rapidly, and the surrounding arcs surged, hitting him like ten thousand insects devouring his body, making him also gasp.

The thunder attribute in this sinkhole is too thick, at least it has reached the level of the second realm of Wuzun, or even the third realm, although it can't make Feng Hao's skin bloom, but it is also very uncomfortable, and the whole body is like countless sharp blades are twisting, and the pain is extreme.

Fortunately, the process is very fast, because this sinkhole is not very deep, only about a few hundred zhang.

fell to the ground, Feng Hao didn't have time to react, he was swept away by a large thick arc, and hit the rock wall heavily, his heart was stuffy, and a mouthful of blood couldn't hold back and spurted out directly.

The degree of arcing below is just too strong!

At this time, Feng Hao even had a problem getting up, and he could only stand up slowly by leaning against the rock wall, which was a new shirt, or a tattered one.

In front of me, there was an arc of the world, a vast white field, and it was impossible to see what it was.

Mobilizing the medicinal pill above the god pesticide, the cool medicinal properties circulated all over his body, Feng Hao felt a little better, and slowly, a purple flame ignited in his eyes.

The world under this sinkhole is vaguely presented in front of Feng Hao's eyes.

This seems to have been smashed alive.

In front of me, it is quite spacious, and the surrounding rock walls are full of potholes, and it seems that there is a fierce fight here.

"What's that?"

The scene in front of him shook Feng Hao's body and exclaimed.

In front of his eyes, vaguely, there was a figure sitting there, and beside him there was this tall figure standing, like a bodyguard, guarding beside him, not far from the two figures, a behemoth was crawling there, but its skull was inserted with a fluorescent long sword, obviously, this big thing had been dead for a long time.

It's just that the appearance of that big thing is very similar to Xuanwu!

"Is it really Xuanwu?"

Thinking of the spirit he had refined, Feng Hao's heart was shocked again.

Xuanwu, who was good at defense, was actually killed!

That huge shell armor, Feng Hao could almost be sure, that was the source of his refining spirit.

Son of Xuanwu, Thunder Turtle!

And the source of these arcs around it is from that shell armor.

Feng Hao hadn't yet woken up from the shock, and a creepy scene appeared.

"Whoa!"

With two piercing sounds, the burly figure standing there actually opened his eyes, and the inside of his eyes was clear, without the slightest emotion.

With the opening of these eyes, a cold and murderous aura flowed.

"Not good!"

Seeing these cold and ruthless eyes, Feng Hao's heart trembled, and as soon as he stomped on the soles of his feet, he jumped towards them.

In those eyes, he saw death!

"Huh!"

The afterimage flashed, Feng Hao felt his neck tighten, and in an instant, the whole person was hit the rock wall again, and the strong defense, under the hands of this figure, there was no effect at all, just a punch, Feng Hao felt that his chest had collapsed, and the bones in his chest were almost completely broken.

Only then did he realize that his defense was not so invincible.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, directly on the face of the figure.

"It's over!"

Feng Hao's heart was dead.

The person in front of him is too strong, a little outrageously strong!

For a long time, the expected death did not come, and the fist that the figure had raised did not fall.

Then, Feng Hao felt that his body was loose and fell to the ground, and the sharp pain in his chest made him faint almost completely, and the person also sat down on his stomach.

"The hosts. ”

The two dry words sounded in Feng Hao's ears, which made him stunned.

"Who?"

There was no one else here at all, and the sudden sound made Feng Hao's hair stand on end, and his heart trembled.

"Me. ”

This time, Feng Hao heard it very clearly, and the voice seemed to come from the figure in front of him.

"Uh-ahem!"

Stunned, Feng Hao coughed up blood again, mobilized the medicinal properties, and slowly recovered.

Next to the rock wall, Feng Hao stood up and looked directly at the figure in front of him.

This is a burly man, about two meters tall, dressed in a pitch-black armor, reflecting the cold light, and the surrounding arcs hit this armor, all of which were bounced off.

Just glanced at it, but Feng Hao couldn't resist it, and the qilin arm that was reflexively lifted was across his chest, and his eyes were full of horror.

It's horrible!

This figure was full of a murderous aura, cold and ruthless, just like a cold-faced killer, without the slightest emotion, especially the indifferent eyes, which made people feel terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

After defending a little, and not seeing him move again, Feng Hao slowed down.

He knew that if this burly man wanted to make a move, he might not be able to escape today.

It's just that what he can't figure out is, when did this man come to this thunder field? Could it be that he came after the burning of the old man?

Otherwise, Burning Elder would not have said that Wu Zun would be able to come in.

This burly man is definitely not just a martial artist!

In this thunder domain, even if the Martial King comes down, he will definitely suffer a big loss.

"Master, you say, I'm your master?"

Before thinking of it, Feng Hao's heart was shocked again, and he clearly heard the word 'master'.

"That's right. ”

The burly man seemed to have few words, and his dry and emotionless words were extremely cute to Feng Hao's ears.

I was inexplicable and became the master of this cold-faced killer who didn't know the depths!

It felt like going from hell to heaven.

"But why am I your master?"

After the excitement, Feng Hao was puzzled again.

The one who was shouting and shouting to kill himself just now was in the blink of an eye, and he actually became his master, which made him feel a little inexplicable.

"Because, you have the blood of your master!"

The burly man turned around, his bright eyes turned to the figure sitting cross-legged, and the indifferent eyes flashed with a trace of inexplicable emotion.

"Bloodline?"

Feng Hao was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he seemed to have squirted a mouthful of blood just now, and it seemed to have been sprayed on this man.

"The master's blood?"

Feng Hao frowned, followed his gaze, and in the distance, there was a figure sitting cross-legged, and his heart trembled.

Could it be that the person sitting in the cross-legged area turned out to be his ancestor?

Can kill the ancestors of the Xuanwu descendants?