It's too short, what can you do in three days?

Wang Mu sighed a little, wantonly letting his acupuncture point absorb the aura in the air.

He wielded the halberd in his hand, whether it was a sweep or a straight stab, he did it very standardly. But there was one thing, he couldn't do it completely with physical strength.

By this time, about a day had passed, and he was already a little impatient in his heart.

In order to maximize his strength, Wang Mu decided to take a risk and go deeper.

The Jade Gate Body Forging Method came into play, and where the second stone throne was, he clearly felt a tearing sensation coming from his flesh.

The sign here says six hundred.

The mass of every piece of flesh, every drop of blood, became six hundred times. If it weren't for the Star Devouring deliberately strengthened Wang Mu's body, his meridians would have been riddled with holes.

Even so, Wang Mu was still uncomfortable.

He could no longer wield a halberd, and with every slash, he would hear his heart thunder.

This is almost the limit, the Long Yuan contained in the body has reached a critical point, and if he takes half a step forward, Long Yuan will not be able to get the circulation, and then he will be really injured.

"Swallow that dragon ball and move on. The devouring star whispered in front of Wang Mu's ear.

Peng thudded, and the halberd was stuck on the ground.

Wang Mu only felt that this dragon ball was as heavy as a mountain, and finally swallowed it in his stomach.

The surging dragon yuan instantly filled his meridians, and the strength of his flesh kept improving. His eyes were bloodshot, and he took a step forward with his halberd.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he felt countless sledgehammers hit him.

But he had to move forward, time was running out, and if he couldn't break through, the Grim Reaper wouldn't leave.

The heavy pressure pressed back the Long Yuan that was scattered from him, completely pressing them into Wang Mu's body. Blood vessels slowly emerged from his body, like several purple centipedes on his white skin.

If the three elders were also here, they would definitely scold the madman.

Because Wang Mu no longer had any scruples, he became a crazy dancer, frantically waving the halberd in his hand, and moving forward steadily with a graceful and offensive pace.

The Yan Dragons who were hiding in the shadows to hone themselves woke up one after another, their red eyes staring, unable to say a word.

"This guy didn't even use Long Yuan to gather into a shield, and he forcibly accepted this pressure with his physical body!"

They sighed at the same time, as if they had been struck, and slowly retreated.

Blood squeezed out of Wang Mu's pores, he seemed to be a bloody man, but he had already seen the third throne, a simple throne made of bluestone.

On the throne sat an old man, whose brocade robe had long since turned into rags, and he looked like a dried corpse.

Sensing someone coming, he opened his chaotic eyes, a little surprised, and then with a wave of his hand, the sand and stones on the ground gradually converged into a throne.

Wang Mu didn't have time to thank him, so he hurriedly sat up, desperately suppressing his scurrying blood.

The old man glanced at him and raised his hand to point at the acupuncture point on Wang Mu's chest.

The closed veins were opened, the blood qi found an opening for release, and after a while, Wang Mu calmed down.

At this time, Wang Mu began to observe the appearance of the old man, and couldn't help but be stunned.

His horns were as black as ink, and there was no breath of flame around him, and he looked more like a mortal without any cultivation, and he really couldn't have anything to do with Flame Dragon Mountain.

As if he had seen this kind of gaze, the old man immediately guessed Wang Mu's thoughts.

"I'm not a Yanlong, just like you're not a Yanlong. ”

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Wang Mu opened his mouth and couldn't say a complete sentence for a long time. Under such pressure, the vocal cords could not function normally for a long time, and in the end it was the old man who patted him on the shoulder and made him give up this stupid attempt.

The old man did not move, and was half lying on the throne, like a happy old man in the market.

Wang Mu slowed down for a long time before holding the halberd again, this time his every movement was no different from a child, looking quite clumsy. But every movement made him sweat, and his body was covered with bruised blood vessels.

The old man opened his eyes at some point, and he watched Wang Mu's ridiculous movements and slowly lit a stick of sandalwood.

The strange fragrance entered Wang Mu's nose, his heart was not impetuous, and all his thoughts were on the halberd in his hand. At this moment, he is the euphorbia, and the euphorbia is him.

The old man nodded and closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Mu opened his eyes again. The old man's sandalwood had long since burned out, and his half-cloudy eyes seemed to be smiling.

"I've heard a little bit about the junior, and I don't want to ask about this kind of family matter, but I don't want to destroy such a strange seedling as you. Go out, if that kid insists on getting along with you, just say that Hei Lao Jiu covers you. ”

Wang Mu was a little confused, why is this conversation so much like the underworld brother, this old man can't have stayed here for too long, his brain is broken.

But in order to express his kindness, Wang Mu saluted him.

Today happened to be the day of life and death, and he had already heard the transmission of the three elders three times, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his heart.

Every step he takes, Wang Mu will have an illusion.

It's too light, it's too light.

It's like this world can't tolerate him, so you can only give in to him.

The halberd in his hand became more and more advantageous, and the basic halberd method of one move was connected by him and turned into a black ghost.

The black shadow flew from the second throne, and it was a hundred meters away from one step, and when he came back to his senses, he had already walked out.

The blood all over his body was surging, and without the restraint of pressure, Wang Mu only felt that he had inexhaustible strength. As soon as he stepped out, the rock shattered.

The three elders nodded with satisfaction, and the secret room could only allow those who the patriarch admitted to enter. It was already a violation of the rules to let Wang Mu in, but fortunately Wang Mu did not live up to his hard work.

Wang Muwu danced the halberd in his hand and ran to the platform of life and death.

Hearing that the life and death platform this time was held by the second elder, the younger generation of Flame Dragon Mountain was extremely excited.

Before dawn, the best seats on the Life and Death Platform had already been occupied by those powerful Yan Dragons, and the surrounding water was impassable. The second elder has already released his words, and this time it is Ao Sheng and Wang Mu who are on the stage of life and death.

Who doesn't know the name of Ao Sheng, the most unruly second ancestor, whose family industry accounts for half of Yanlong Mountain. When he was young, he dared to cut off the head of his companion with a knife, and if he wanted to say that the most brutal person in Flame Dragon Mountain, he said second, and no one dared to say first.

Because of his bad impression, the audience is full of expectations for this life-and-death battle.

No one went to the Colosseum to watch a game without bloody scenes, and the audience longed to see a poor worm being abused in every way, and after feasting their eyes, they could express their admiration for the second elder.

Ao Sheng had already stood on the platform of life and death, he was dressed as a young man in red, holding two blood-colored scimitars, and glanced at the audience from time to time.

"If you don't come at noon, that guy shouldn't dare to come. ”

His voice was not loud, and only Ao Xuan, who was helping next to him, could hear it clearly.

Ao Xuan seized the opportunity to take revenge and shouted, "Coward, coward, who dare not go to the stage of life and death! The scream tugged at the wound on his back, causing him to scream.

The audience in the audience has long been disgruntled and has pandered.

This life-and-death battle has not yet begun, but the audience is lively, and it is more vegetable market than the vegetable market. I didn't know and thought I was scolding.