??? The blue light dissipated, and Wang Hao's figure came to an area of this water world.

As far as the eye can see, there are countless dense underwater creatures below.

The bodies of these creatures are covered with scales and armor, like dragons and snakes, with eagle beaks, tiger claws and lintails, and their bodies exude the fluctuations of golden immortals and Taiyi golden immortals.

Although it was already considered good in this area, for Wang Hao, it was just a swarm of ants, and a random sword qi was enough to kill them all.

However, Wang Hao did not do this, standing in mid-air, quietly watching the creatures that kept gathering together under the water.

As he watched, Wang Hao was amazed to find that although these underwater creatures were not highly intelligent, they were orderly, and instead of any fighting, they formed a different pattern.

Standing in mid-air, Wang Hao could clearly see that the pattern was ancient and sacred, and it seemed to contain some mysterious power, which directly made Wang Hao feel a heartbeat.

After a long while, Wang Hao put away his gaze and muttered in his heart: "Good guy, what kind of pattern is this, why does it give me such a strong throbbing feeling." ”

As time passed, more and more creatures began to converge, and after the endless creatures gathered, the pattern expanded, became larger, and became more detailed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Buzz –

Suddenly, a buzzing sound rang out.

Then, within the pattern below, a terrifying force began to permeate.

Under this majesty, Wang Hao only felt a tightness in his chest, and a smear of blood at the corner of his mouth subconsciously overflowed.

In the next second, Wang Hao's figure was stunned, and he felt the piercing coldness gushing from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Gai, and his figure swept towards the rear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't until he withdrew from the range where the pattern was located that Wang Hao felt that the force that made him chill his bones disappeared.

Immediately after, Wang Hao's eyes burst out with a fine light, and he muttered: "What a terrifying might, is it ......?"

Just as Wang Hao was thinking about it, the pattern composed of living creatures began to burst out with a strong silver brilliance, and as far as the eye could see, the silver glow was shining within a range of thousands of nautical miles, and a gate could be faintly seen quietly unfolding.

At the moment when this gate appeared, Wang Hao's ears resounded with the vigorous sound of the impact of the Juanjuan River.

Ignoring the speculation in his heart, Wang Hao immediately opened the eyes of the Blue Emperor and looked up.

I saw that above the obscure water, a silver gate was open, and a long tumbling river could be seen in it.

The moment this long river emerged, Wang Hao felt the excitement of his soul, as if his fate was fixed, imprisoned, and even locked.

After a while, Wang Hao came back to his senses, staring at the silver river, and subconsciously lost his voice: "The long river of fate, how is it possible!"

As far as Wang Hao knew, this long river of fate was an obstacle for the Da Luo Jin Immortal-level powerhouse, as long as he broke through the shackles of the long river of fate, he could successfully enter the quasi-saint cultivation, but this thing was not a threat in the eyes of any strong person who jumped out of the quasi-saint level.

But now?

is just the tip of the long river of fate, Wang Hao just felt the throbbing from his own soul, and even had a strong sense of crisis, how could he not feel surprised.

After a long while, Wang Hao's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration, as if he had thought of something, and the eyes of the Blue Emperor stared at the long river of fate inside the gate: "Is this the real long river of fate?"

"Da Luo has entered the quasi-saint, that is a branch, and this is the essence of the long river of fate!"

"In this way, even if you reach the realm of a saint, you can't jump out of the control of the long river of fate, and it is even very likely that the strong people of the Dao level may not be able to jump out, so who is the one who controls the body of this long river of fate?

For a while, Wang Hao was deeply shocked by his own speculation.

If this is really the case, then Gu can grasp the power of the essence of the Destiny River, then how strong must the latter be?

Doesn't it mean that any saint is likely to die at the slightest thought?

If this is the case, does it mean that the eternal river of destiny and the person who preaches the Dao of the Law will not die?

But if this is the case, it also means that Gu has the absolute killer weapon in his hands, after all, what he cultivates is the law of fate, and it is very likely that he has mastered the essence of this long river of fate......

Just when Wang Hao's heart was shocked, inside the silver gate, a buzzing sound exploded.

Then I saw a finger bone slowly float out of the long river of fate.

I saw that this finger bone was not large, it looked like a human little finger, and it was covered with the inscription of fate that was ignored, and the light was shining, flying out of the silver gate bit by bit.

With the brilliance of the finger bones, the power of the law of fate began to roll and surge within that area.

Wang Hao could clearly see that those creatures under the surface of the water were cheering at this moment, but no one moved, floating in the water one by one, constantly absorbing the power of the laws of fate that had fallen, and even their cultivation fluctuations began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, so fast that it was even more direct and rapid than the saint's preaching.

"Holy!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Hao finally couldn't help but burst into foul language.

He could now conclude with 200% certainty that the hand bone the size of a small finger was the remains of Gu, which meant that in the War of the Nine Kings, Gu was only a finger that was cut off.

But even if it's just a finger bone, it can exert such terrifying power, and the creatures in this area are not ten thousand but eight thousand, and the silver light scattered around it can actually frantically improve their cultivation, which is simply cheating.

The most important thing is that just one finger bone can exert such terrifying power, how strong is the ancient law of fate?

Thinking of this, Wang Hao couldn't help but play a little drum in his heart, if this is the case, then even if he has gained a lot of opportunities this time, plus he can merge with the demon venerable, but I am afraid that he will not be Nagu's opponent, which makes Wang Hao feel very disappointed and helpless, but more is full of motivation and fighting spirit.

In the next second, Wang Hao came back to his senses, looked at the little finger bones floating on the water, his eyes flashed, and he said: "Since you appeared, then you belong to the emperor!"