Hundreds of blood beads were all devoured, which was a crazy thing for Yang Long, and when he swallowed more than a dozen blood beads, he couldn't control the ** in his body. After being carried away by **, maybe he won't become a cold-blooded and ruthless killer, but he will become a thoughtless and impersonal puppet of death.

Countless spiritual energy surged out of Yang Long's body, and at this time, the bright red armor on his body seemed to be able to drip water, changing uncertainly. A trace of ethereal aura surged out, surrounding the armor, and gradually solidified the ripples.

At this time, the armor around Yang Long's body seemed to be real, and it was not made of any blood and qi solidification, and the terrifying aura actually condensed and formed that layer of armor, and the red light on the armor was bewitching, revealing a hideous corner.

Yang Long didn't know what was going on in the outside world at this time, and the violent aura gushing out of his body had already devoured his reason. Yang Long's face was hideous, and his eyes were all dyed with a layer of crimson demonic luster. At this time, he looked like a demonic beast that had rushed out of the wilderness.

However, the strange thing is that the greater the aura gushing out of Yang Long's body, the more turbulent the magic circle in front of him absorbs, as if the comer does not refuse.

At this time, Yang Long held the sleeping wolf in one hand, and the other hand was in front of the formation, and the blood-colored evil qi surged out, but there was no harm to the little guy in his arms. It was as if this guy was born immune to this, and even when Yang Long lost control over his autonomy, this guy secretly ingested the blood and aura from Yang Long's body and the aura covered on it.

Of course, this bit of blood and aura is like a drop in the bucket for the violent aura surging out of Yang Long's body.

A black hurricane rose from the soles of Yang Long's feet and gradually encircled it, and the pale yellow luster of the circle became more and more vivid.

Yang Long's eyes were red and white, and even the hint of madness gradually burst out of his eyes. A large amount of spiritual energy was channeled into the magic circle, so the yang dragon itself became a capacity, and the more blood beads he smelted, the clearer the luster of the magic circle naturally became.

The pale yellow circle became more and more bright, the white-bearded arms were slightly closed, his hands were sealed, and there were words in his mouth: "Leave, camp, and close." ”

If Pang Hu and the others were here, they would be surprised, because Whitebeard's sealing technique at this time was exactly the same as that of the old man he had never met.

The space above the circle began to distort, and a terrifying aura of desolation came from the center of the circle that was gradually darkening. There was a silvery luster from the magic circle, and with the continuous input of the yang dragon, the white beard controlled the center of the magic circle, and the light suddenly soared.

"Cheng" Whitebeard snorted softly, and the magic circle had become more rounded, and at this time it was already natural. In the center of the round luster is a hollow black, this black seems to be able to swallow the surrounding light, and the moment he sees this thing, Yang Long thinks of the so-called black hole in his previous life, the black that can devour anything, and he has this feeling at this time.

Whitebeard's face had become extremely pale, and even his body had gradually become transparent. He sighed weakly, and smiled at Yang Long: "Boy, there is only so much I can help you, and the rest of the way is up to you." ”

Yang Long had gradually woken up from that strange amnesia at this time, because the aura was too violent, so Yang Long couldn't control that powerful **, and was instantly carried away by that powerful ** and fell into a state of ignorance. At this time, with the loss of spiritual energy in the palm of his hand, he gradually grasped the control power.

When he came to his senses, he heard Whitebeard's faint voice.

Hearing this, Yang Long was startled at first, and then suddenly realized. It turns out that Whitebeard really has something to hide from himself, no wonder when he asked him, this guy always shook off the topic and refused to say. He must have known that he would not agree to do this, so he kept it a secret.

"Are you really going to leave like this? Don't you still have revenge? You don't know the girl's life and death, are you going to leave so irresponsibly?"

Yang Long roared angrily, looking at Whitebeard's gradually disappearing body, he actually felt the urge to cry. The last time Whitebeard was amputated by the enemy in front of his eyes, Yang Long swore that he would never let those people go in his life. It was precisely because of that time that Yang Long knew how important Whitebeard was in his heart.

He had been suppressing, suppressing the feelings of his previous life, and he thought that his special feelings for Whitebeard were due to the reasons of his previous life, because the two were not the same person. Although these two people are very similar in terms of personality and face, they are different people after all. Therefore, Yang Long was very cold to Whitebeard, but after that incident, he realized how important Whitebeard occupied in his heart.

Whitebeard looked at Yang Long's worried eyes and smiled kindly, it was precisely because he understood the character of the kid in front of him that he didn't say anything. He knew that if he said it, this guy would rather be trapped under this abyss for the rest of his life than come out.

It is precisely because we understand each other that we are sad.

"Don't worry, I'm not dead, I'm just losing some soul. Why are you crying with a sad face, maybe I'm going to rest for a while. During this period, you must not hang up, otherwise I will have to accompany the funeral, what a grievance!"

Whitebeard smiled lightly, the things that came out of his mouth were always the smallest. But Yang Long knew that this time the matter was really a bit big.

Yang Long had occasionally heard Whitebeard talk about this soul spirit, because he knew that the soul spirit was a very mysterious and very important thing. As we all know, people have seven souls and six spirits, which occupy the core part of the human body.

If a person has no soul, it means that the person no longer exists in the world. This soul essence is the dwelling carrier of the soul core, so the loss of a part of the soul essence is equivalent to the loss of a part of the soul, and what is more terrifying is not the missing part of the soul, but the missing part of the memory.

Most of the time in this world is spent looking back at the past. How terrible it would be without memory.

Yang Long watched blankly as the part of Whitebeard gradually dissipated into the air, and a bitterness welled up in his heart.

"Old man, when you wake up, will you remember me?" Yang Long muttered.

For no one could have predicted that if he could, he would not have been the one standing here at this time.

As Whitebeard's figure gradually dissipated, Yang Long suddenly felt a "boom" in his head and exploded. Yang Long only felt a sharp pain in his head, and at that moment his eyes were dark, he covered his head and snorted, and a pair of cold eyes suddenly appeared in his sight.

Yang Long saw a pair of wild eyes, and that extremely familiar face. Isn't this his own eyes? Why does Yang Long feel that he has the illusion that he is staring at himself.

The two people in front of them looked at each other, two identical figures, but one always had an evil smile on his face, and the other had no waves on his face, and he couldn't see any expression. Comparing these two people, Yang Long seemed to have an illusion, and he found that even he couldn't see which of the two was himself.

The vision flashed away, and at this time, Yang Long had already recovered to normal. He rubbed his numb head, a shock on his face. Because just now, he found that the black rune that had been living in his body suddenly cracked a huge gap. This slit connected to the bottom of the black rune, and a black energy overflowed from it with an eerie luster.

However, when Yang Long wanted to go over to see what was going on, a pair of red eyes suddenly appeared in that black energy, behind the crack. It was at that moment that Yang Long saw a figure that was exactly the same as himself.

What's even weirder is that the eyes of the people in there are calm and unwavering, and Yang Long finds that he is the one who laughs very weirdly.

That aside, the situation out there has gotten even worse. Not only had the magma overflowed into the Medicine Pavilion, but even the ice wolf was scarred, it knelt on the ground and would rather die, and the ice armor on its body had already turned into ice slag and shattered to the ground. I don't know what kind of power has been supporting the ice wolf, so that it would rather die than guard in front of Yang Long. The still proud head seemed to say, "Don't want to step over my corpse without stepping over it."

The lava beast was already beating its chest at this time, looking very angry, as if it had run out of patience at this moment. It is not difficult to imagine that it must have known the ice wolf in front of it before, so it has always been merciful and did not ask for this guy's life, but it cannot tolerate the forbidden land being broken into by humans.

The lava behemoth showed no mercy this time, it danced with both fists, and a huge fist smashed directly into the ice wolf's face door. For the ice wolf, who was very seriously injured at this time, this fist containing great strength was already difficult to resist.

The crimson fist smashed down with a hurricane in an instant, and the ice wolf's eyes were still that strange persistence, it didn't back down, and resolutely greeted it with its head.

The ice surged out in an instant, covering the surface of the ice wolf's body once more.

The "boom" lava beast's punch directly blasted the ice layer on the ice wolf's body into powder, and the solid punch directly hit the ice wolf's head.

The ice wolf's massive body began to shrink, and it slammed directly into the rock wall not far from the Yang Dragon. The "bump" of the gravel splashed and cracked, and the extremely deep cracks quickly spread upward.

It was such a loud bang that pulled Yang Long back to reality. He had abandoned the cranky thoughts in his mind, and now that the circle was there, he only had one foot in it. But when he looked at the bloodstained body of the ice wolf, he was also stunned.

Yang Long's body just wanted to step into the teleportation array but stopped in mid-air, and the ice wolf had no breath at this time, but Yang Long didn't leave there. A wordless anger came from his heart, this time he didn't take the blood beads, but the evil qi automatically overflowed.

"Roar" With the crazy beating of the heart, Yang Long roared angrily. Countless evil qi surged wildly around him, and the cold aura around him began to swirl around Yang Long. This time, what overflowed from Yang Long's body was no longer evil qi, but a trace of blood condensed from his body.