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Wu Hao shouted angrily: "Explosion! ”

As he let out a low voice, the face of the figure in the gray mist changed greatly!

I saw that the bronze coin that condensed a trace of the power of the Immortal Monarch burst suddenly, and the power of the explosion was like countless mountains, rumbling into the gray mist.

With a whooshing sound, the gray mist decreases at a visible rate.

The gray figure snorted and kicked back a hundred steps!

"What a Fairy Flame Bronze!" The figure was surprised: "However, this is just a small episode, it's time to end!" ”

He waved his hand violently, barely dispelled the bronze phantom in front of him, and walked towards Wu Hao step by step.

At this time, Wu Hao collapsed to the ground, constantly spurting blood, his face was extremely pale, and he seemed to have no power to resist.

"It's time to finish." The figure muttered in the gray mist.

His dead gaze fell on Wu Hao, and he said to himself, "Everything will soon return to normal." ”

One step, one step......

The figure came to Wu Hao and gently pinched it, and at his fingertips, a miserable white light and black lightning appeared, and under the two rays of energy, they slowly condensed.

In Wu Hao's eyes, the figure in the gray mist trembled slightly, as if it took a lot of energy to control the energy of black and white.

"If it's so draining, why does he use it?" Wu Hao muttered, doubts in his eyes.

The series of actions made by the gray figure, he always felt that it was unreasonable and abnormal.

"Could it be...... Has it something to do with the Heavenly Acting Technique changing fate? Wu Hao's eyes flashed, and he seemed to understand something.

In the gray mist, the speed of the figure gradually accelerated, and the black and white qi continued to swirl, seemingly forming a circle of black and white half.

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred.

An ancient long sword flew out of the jungle not far behind the gray figure and slashed straight at his head!

"Die!" Along with the long sword came a delicate drink.

In the jungle, a figure like an iceberg snow lotus flew out. She has a beautiful face, and there is a look of worry in her eyes that are as cold as ten thousand years of ice.

It is Li Bingxuan who went and returned.

The figure in the gray mist frowned, he didn't like accidents very much, and turned sideways while pinching the trick, and the gray figure wanted to dodge the long sword.

"It's now!" Wu Hao, who collapsed to the ground, suddenly burst into fine light!

With a movement of his senses, he took out the tip of the sword from the storage bag, and instantly removed the seal on it.

An earth-shattering, shocking, and trembling sharp aura emanated.

"Go ahead! The tip of my sword! Wu Hao muttered to himself, looking at the tip of the sword of the sword, his eyes were kind.

The figure in the gray mist had just made a sideways movement, when suddenly a sense of crisis appeared that made his hairs stand on end.

He had never felt such a strong sense of crisis, and that sense of crisis was so strong that he felt like a rabbit, surrounded by countless natural enemies at this time!

A sense of mortal crisis!

As a result, the gray figure's emotions fluctuated for the first time, and a strong look of horror appeared in the dead eyes.

He almost reflexively wanted to dodge, but to his shock, he didn't know where to dodge!

"No !!" The gray figure roared in horror, wanting to turn around and look at Wu Hao behind him.

However, the moment he turned around was as long as 10,000 years.

Burst!

A blood flower burst out between his neck!

Then, the tip of the sword flew out from his neck, reversed direction, and pierced towards his neck again!

Burst!

The figure froze, and the gray mist rolled violently, but it still couldn't block the tip of the sword in the slightest!

"This ......" The figure in the gray mist was incredulous, and he reached out to touch the blood on his neck: "What...... Can...... Can ......"

The mist rolled up, revealing a man with a face as dry as bones, skin as dry as tree bark, and a body as if burnt.

His face was still filled with disbelief, and gradually, the fear in his eyes melted into a blank one.

Until the dazed dissipation, a trace of sobriety resurfaced.

"No!!" The voice was hoarse.

Rumble! The figure fell to the ground!

But it's not over, it's happening again!

At the moment when the figure fell, the tumbling mist around him rose sharply, condensing into a pair of large hands.

In the big hand, there is a strange feeling that is inexplicable, and the world around it is instantly quiet, as if the master of this world has come, and even time and space are respectfully still, which makes people creepy.

The big hand rushed towards Wu Hao lightly!

Wu Hao's eyes widened, and a life and death crisis that was intense to the extreme enveloped him, but when he wanted to struggle, he found that he had been imprisoned by the fog hand!

"Damn! Are you going to die? Wu Hao laughed miserably, he tried his best to break free from fate, so he found the tip of the Zhuji Sword and found the Chiyan Bronze...... But, in the end, do you have to die?

The big hand came to Wu Hao Tianling lightly, and pressed down lightly towards Wu Hao Tianling, as if the power of the Heavenly Dao was irresistible.

Li Bingxuan's eyes in the jungle widened, and she wanted to rush out, but her whole body was not called...... I can't move.

Wu Hao laughed miserably, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes slowly darkened, falling into a coma.

It is as if death is already doomed, and everything must be frozen.

……

In Wu Hao's storage bag, the stone egg that had been standing still exuded anxious emotions, and suddenly shook violently, and it slammed into the exit of the storage bag.

At the same time, the surface of the stone egg was filled with purple light, and the momentum was roaring, with an astonishing coercion. Like, it's challenging the big hands outside!

Just when the big hand was about to press on Wu Hao Tianling, the purple light on the stone egg was dazzling, and the space of the storage bag where it was located fluctuated instantly.

Hum -

The big hand slapped it violently, with no disobedience.

But then, a wave of horror came out of the fog's hands!

Rumble!

Under the big hand, purple light shines out. The light grew more and more until it enveloped the whole pair of large hands.

The fear in the big hand grew stronger, and it began to struggle violently, but as if it was locked, it couldn't move.

The purple light enveloped the big hand, and slowly lifted the big hand into the air.

At this time, Li Bingxuan in the jungle saw clearly that under the big hand shrouded in purple light, there was a stone egg with purple light! The purple light that shrouded the big hand was emanating from the stone egg.

After levitating in mid-air, it was like a terrible scream coming out of the mist's big hand.

Lines of gray-white mist were drawn out by the purple light, and then, absorbed by the stone eggs below.

Hum -

Every time it absorbs a trace of gray mist, the stone egg will vibrate slightly, sending out the emotion of enjoyment.

The big hand struggled desperately, but just like when Wu Hao faced it before, he didn't have the strength to move at all.

……

Time passed slowly, and the big hands of the mist gradually thinned, and finally, they were completely absorbed by the stone egg!

The purple light converges back into the stone egg, making it look very ordinary. A flash of light flashed, and the stone egg was re-submerged in the storage bag.

……

"Where am I?" Wu Hao looked at the white expanse around him and muttered.

The white mist rolled and there was no sound to answer him.

However, the tumbling fog gradually condensed, and in the mist, a picture appeared.

(To be continued.) )