At this moment, Wu Que's sword turned into an extremely brilliant light, but this light, after a thousandth of a flash, was completely annihilated and turned into the darkest nothingness;

In a trance, all the void gods seemed to be extremely full of Wu Que's sword, but it withered in an instant, falling into endless dazed and lonely.

This darkness of nothingness, greedily devouring everything around it.

The black fur felt that its anchor force was like a flood that burst its banks, pouring down towards the dark void, and its entire body and mind were about to be completely swallowed up by this endless abyss.

"Chirp--" The black fur let out a terrifying scream, and in the middle of the sea, the black shield spun wildly, cutting into its own torrent of anchor force pouring out like a tide, and at the same time, the black light flashed, and the magical thoughtless fishing net suddenly appeared, wrapping its whole body tightly.

This moment is like eternity!

A moment later, there was no trace of that dark nothingness!

"Qiang!" The long sword slashed at the black hairy head, making a clear and long sound, and it could not damage the Wunian fishing net in the slightest, and it was powerless to fall.

Like a skin bag that has been completely emptied, Wu Que's knees weakened and fell to the ground, he stretched out his right hand in time and supported the ground with his palm to prevent himself from falling.

Then he raised his left hand and shook it towards the falling sword void, and the sword flickered and shone back into his hand.

He slowly got up, his sword pointing at the black hair directly in front of him.

The black fur looked at it in a daze, motionless.

Looking at the black-haired, straight-haired torso, Wu Que suddenly felt a little awkward: Hey, where are its six steel-like arms? And the two long black hairs on its head, why are they gone?

Wu Que pointed his sword at the black-haired head, took a step forward, and wanted to ask where the long black hair on its head went: "You ......"

"Chirp--" Wu Que just said a word, and the black hair suddenly screamed again, twisted his body, and rose to the sky.

Wu Que raised his head in surprise and looked at the black hair rising from the ground.

The black hair that rushed to the height of the ancient tree halfway up the mountainside suddenly flashed, and then stopped, and at the same time, the eye of heaven rotated violently, and a black light flashed out.

Wu Que was taken aback, subconsciously raised his sword to block, and at the same time suddenly jumped to the side, trying to avoid this black light.

The black light was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it had already fallen, but it deviated from Wu Que a long way and did not hit.

Wu Que subconsciously looked at this black light, only to hear a loud "bang", but the black light hit the misty space entrance under the ancient tree and on the stone table!

The entrance to the slowly rotating space shook violently, and the light escaped, leaving the dark gold tabletop with criss-crossing stripes, and the small white stone in the center of the tabletop had disappeared.

Jiudu, who was about to step into the entrance of the space with one leg raised by the stone table, suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining, looking at the black hair in the air.

"Chirp--" With the long roar of the black hair, the shield-shaped black light returned to its heavenly eye, and then its body flashed again, and it was already far above the towering ancient tree.

In the blink of an eye, the black hair has turned into a black dot in everyone's eyes, and finally disappeared completely, and it is gone!

"Brother Wu Que, look here!" Xiao Fei's voice suddenly sounded.

Wu Lack a spirit, withdrew his gaze from the air, and turned his head to look under the tree.

Under the ancient tree, Jiudu is smiling and opening a quaint picture scroll.

In the picture scroll, there are mountains and waters, fish and beasts, high walls and green tiles, and young beauties.

What's even more peculiar is that everything in this painting is actually alive: the water is gradually flowing, the colorful fish are shuttling, the birds are singing in unison, and the strange beasts are sneaking around......

In the high-walled courtyard in the painting, in the pavilion under the ancient tree, a three- or four-year-old guy dressed in snow-white animal skin, combed in a neat bun, and with a tiger's head and tiger brain, is exhaling and shouting, stretching out his fists and kicking his legs, one move and one style, meticulous.

On the stone bench of the pavilion in the painting, there are two beautiful women who are watching the little ones practice: one of them has eyes full of infinite love, and the other has eyes like water, calm as an abyss.

"Mom, Aunt Xue, you said that as long as I am familiar with this set of boxing, my father will come to see me soon, but why is it that I have practiced so well, and he still doesn't come?" asked the little guy with his fists closed, raised his red little face, and asked in a milky voice.

"Qingluan!Xue'er!you, you are ....." Wu Que stretched out his hand and pointed at the little guy in the painting, screamed in distraction, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "dang long" sound.

Jiudu clasped his hands together, and the scroll suddenly disappeared.

As if someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head, Wu Que had a spirit, came back to his senses, and opened his mouth to Jiudu and shouted: "Give it to me! Give it back!"

Jiudu raised his hands and shouted at Wu Que, who was flushed and bruised, and shouted: "If you dare to get one step closer to me, you will never want to see them again!

Wu Que's raised right foot suddenly froze in the air.

Looking at Wu Que, who was suppressed by himself, a shallow smile slowly appeared on Jiudu's face: "Brother Wu Que, take everything I want, come to the Meteorite Sea to find me, I will give you everything you want!"

"Everything I want, everything you want?" Wu Que looked at Jiudu blankly, muttering to himself.

Jiudu's body flashed, and he suddenly rose to the sky.

"Ahh

"Brother Wu Que, what I want, don't you still understand? Although Hei Mao has destroyed the entrance to the space, I believe in you, you will definitely be able to find them!" Jiudu's voice came from the air.

It turned out that what she wanted was the treasure left by the Colorful True God! Wu Que instantly understood.

"Ahh

"Boom!" There was a loud bang, and the stone table suddenly shattered and collapsed.

Then he fell to his knees again, clenched his fists, and smashed the gravel into the ground like crazy.

I don't know how many punches I struck, the gravel had turned into fine sand, mixed with the blood on Wu Que's fist, and sank deep into the hard ground, but the entrance to the space never appeared again.

"Anchor Master!" A timid voice suddenly sounded behind Wu Que.

Wu Que was stunned for a moment and stopped.

"Anchor Master," the voice continued, "it is said that after the destruction of the spatial entrance, the spatial passage loses its fulcrum, and then the spatial passage will drift around in the wave of nothingness, and it will be difficult to find it again. ”

Wu Que turned around slowly, and he didn't know when, Lan Ji, Thorn Head Hill, Yuming, Sky Bear, and Thunderbolt had all come behind him.

"You, why do you call me the anchor master?" Wu Que looked at Lan Ji and asked suspiciously.

Lan Ji opened her big blue eyes, looked at Wu Que quietly, and said calmly: "When I was young, my mother told me: If I can find something that calms my heart, then it is my anchor master, and it can lead me to an infinite future. I think I've found my anchor master. ”