Roar! The roar of the whole body is everywhere!

The white mist that burrowed into Wu Hao's heavenly spirit was like countless earth-shattering lightning bolts, rumbling and exploding in his body!

Wu Hao is like sitting for hundreds of years, forgetting everything. www.biquge.info But at this time, with the stimulation of the mist, his whole body began to tremble, and his consciousness crossed the river of hundreds of years, and he was slowly waking up from his dry sitting.

The whole white world is made up of mist, and once condensed, it is endless.

Wu Hao's figure, compared to the entire white fog world, is like an ant compared to the sky, too small.

But on the contrary, the fog of the whole world seemed to be staring at Wu Hao, covering the boundless mist vortex, rotating above Wu Hao's head.

As time passed, one mist after another drilled into Wu Hao's Heavenly Spirit, and each mist would set off a roar in Wu Hao's body.

And although Wu Hao's body is as small as dust, it is like a bottomless pit, and he does not refuse those who come from the fog that merges in.

Time is long, the river turns.

The shape of the white mist vortex gradually changed, and above the vortex, a large and boundless white mist pupil appeared.

There is a vertical line in the middle of this pupil, mysterious and unpredictable, with vicissitudes, like the eyes of the white world.

There was mist around his eyes, and his pupils rolled, looking at Wu Hao, whose body trembled under the whirlpool of white mist.

Although it is composed of mist, the eyes have a very anthropomorphic mood.

The white mist pupils looked at Wu Hao, who was sitting withered, with scrutiny.

If you look at it this way, you don't know how long it is.

Until the mist that penetrated into Wu Hao's body suddenly reached a certain critical point.

Rumble! A roar sounded louder than before in Wu Hao's body.

Wu Hao's sitting figure trembled and snorted.

The white mist pupils condensed, blinked slightly, and then looked at Wu Hao with interest,

As the pupils of the white mist blinked, the white mist in the world seemed to hear the king's order, surging towards Wu Hao's body faster and in greater volume.

It was at this time that Wu Hao from the outside world spurted out his first mouthful of blood.

Immediately afterwards, the amount and speed of the influx of white mist did not decrease, but increased.

Wu Hao's muffled snort gradually turned into a gritted tooth roar, and his consciousness finally fully woke up from his long dry sitting.

However, after he became conscious, Wu Hao found that his body couldn't move at all, and he couldn't even open his eyes, so he could only passively accept the influx of fog.

The Eye of the Mist seemed to be testing Wu Hao's extreme endurance, the speed and quantity of the mist pouring in were stronger than one wave, and Wu Hao kept roaring in pain.

He thought that if he hadn't died, if it was a real body, then he would definitely be spurting blood now.

Wu Hao closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and endured the pain he had never experienced before.

In the world he felt, there was no other feeling than the pain of the mist pouring in.

"Am I not dead?" Wu Hao gritted his teeth.

Rumble!

Another wave of even greater fog poured in, both in terms of speed and quantity, several times more than the previous one.

Wu Hao was shocked, he felt his head buzzing, and the consciousness he had just woken up began to blur again.

He was now completely dependent on his will to resist the pain, and if he fell into a coma, he would most likely fall into a permanent coma, or become insane from the extreme pain.

At this moment, Wu Hao felt the impact of the mist pause slightly.

Then, it was as if a person appeared and sat across from him, and the person was holding his hands.

Cool and soft.

That person seemed to have helped Wu Hao bear a little pressure, so that Wu Hao could finally breathe a little.

He opened his eyes and looked at the person opposite.

Immediately after, he was stunned for a moment.

The person sitting in front of him was none other than Li Bingxuan, but Li Bingxuan was in a coma.

She frowned, holding Wu Hao's hands and constantly pushing hard, almost pinching her nails into the flesh.

"Li Bingxuan?" Wu Hao frowned.

He wondered in his heart, wasn't he dead? How could Li Bingxuan suddenly appear?

Doubts are doubts, with the arrival of Li Bingxuan, Wu Hao's pain was instantly alleviated a lot.

Because the mist that poured into Wu Hao's body was no longer rampage, but flowed regularly and then merged from his right hand into Li Bingxuan's left hand.

After the mist circulated in Li Bingxuan's body, it passed through her right hand and entered Wu Hao's left hand.

It was as if the two of them had become one person, bearing the influx of mist together.

Soon, Li Bingxuan also began to tremble.

Directly above, the boundless eye of white mist seemed to not see Li Bingxuan appear, and continued to merge the mist into Wu Hao's body.

Gradually, Wu Hao had a guess.

The mission of this Eye of the White Mist seemed to be to inject the White Mist with strange power into his body. However, in the process of entering, he will not care whether he lives or dies.

As for whether Li Bingxuan joined, the Eye of Mist didn't seem to see it.

There is no difference in the entire white space, and it still remains the same as before Li Bingxuan came in.

Again, there is no concept of time.

Wu Hao looked at Li Bingxuan, who was sitting cross-legged opposite, and kept in common with Li Bingxuan through both hands.

This mist is very strange, it has some kind of energy in it, and it must have a very peculiar effect, but it didn't help him improve his cultivation, let alone improve his strength.

He's been running and absorbing for so long, but he still hasn't figured out what the fog is doing to do this, what is the purpose?

Except for one point, the connection between Wu Hao and Li Bingxuan through the fog allowed him to feel Li Bingxuan's inner thoughts.

Just like everything Li Bingxuan knew, it became a book, and Wu Hao could flip through it at will.

"Huh?" Wu Hao's eyelids jumped.

Wu Hao felt Li Bingxuan's feelings for him, not a friend, not an opponent, but a ...... A feeling of dependence, different from that of a loved one, but not wanting to explain.

Wu Hao was slightly stunned, crush? Li Bingxuan, a frost beauty, shouldn't she like him?

From Li Bingxuan's thoughts, Wu Hao knew about this time. Li Bingxuan took what he and Li Qianzhong experienced.

Li Bingxuan's worry when he was seriously injured and unconscious, crying alone late at night, lonely, helpless, and helpless......

Feeling Li Bingxuan's various emotions, Wu Hao's gaze at Li Bingxuan gradually softened, and finally smiled lightly.

Detached from Li Bingxuan's emotions, Wu Hao thought to himself, would Li Bingxuan also know all his thoughts?

Looking at Li Bingxuan's closed eyes and gentle breathing, she was obviously in a coma.

Wu Hao breathed a relaxed sigh, he was an immortal monarch and didn't want others to know.

It's for their own safety, and more for their safety.

Boom Boom!

The influx of white mist strengthened in waves until it reached a certain terrifying level, and suddenly it stopped pouring in.

Just like the strength that Wu Hao endured, it met the requirements of the Eye of Mist.

The white mist that had condensed into a whirlpool rumbled and dispersed, calming down again.

Only in mid-air, the huge eye of white mist, with a faint sense of appreciation, flashed and looked at Wu Hao.

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