In the black smoke, Wuchen was dizzy, and his limbs seemed to be bound. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info can only let the San River pull the smoke rope forward.

Wuchen tried to struggle a few times, but to no avail, so he had to give up.

But at this moment, suddenly a yellow point of light the size of a speck of dust, as if it had escaped, scurried in the black smoke, and fell on Wuchen's arm by mistake, seeping down silently.

I don't know how long it took, another yellow point of light appeared, still like a headless fly, flying in the black smoke, and finally fell on Wuchen's lap and disappeared.

After another period of time, a yellow point of light appeared again, but this time, the point of light, as if it knew something, fell straight to Wuchen's chest and drilled in.

Then, I don't know when, the yellow light began to change from one to two, two to three, and the number began to increase.

These dusty yellow dots of light gradually formed a hair-like dotted line that is difficult to find without looking closely.

After a while, the yellow dotted line solidified and turned into a yellow ray of light like a gossamer.

The light was so faint that it was hidden in black smoke and was difficult for anyone to spot.

One end of the yellow light was firmly rooted in Wuchen's abdomen, and the other end passed through the thick black smoke, and then connected to the San River through the slender black smoke cord.

Snow is falling, and the wind is cold.

Sanhe's only exposed eyes were full of excitement.

He was even thinking about what kind of reward he should ask for.

He didn't notice anything unusual in the black smoke package behind him.

I don't know when it began, Wuchen's mind began to clear up, and the intuition of his body, like a tide, recovered little by little.

Soon the body was completely controlled by the black dust, and the feeling of dizziness disappeared completely.

His eyes were still covered by a thick layer of smoke, and Wuchen could see the blurred back of the San River in front of him, and he tried to clench his fist and spin his wrist.

At this time, the San River in front of him suddenly turned around, glanced at the black dust wrapped in smoke, and pulled the cigarette cord again. Then he stopped and slowly walked in front of Wuchen.

Wuchen held his breath, closed his eyes, his body was straight, and because he deliberately pressed the blood qi on his face to the extreme, his face was pale, like a dead man.

Sanhe's two yellow eyes looked at Wuchen's face through the black smoke for a long time before he shook his head and turned away.

A big stone fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but let out a secret breath. Before he could finish this breath, he closed his mouth and nose again, and his face was still as ugly as a dead corpse.

saw Sanhe come to Wuchen again, suddenly squatted down, looked at Wuchen's abdomen, and his eyes fell on Wuchen's still clenched fist.

Wuchen's heart almost jumped to his throat, and beads of sweat on his forehead slipped silently from his eyebrows to his chin.

Maybe the next moment, it will drip down.

How can a person who is controlled by witchcraft have a cold sweat?

But no matter how genius Wuchen is, in this case, he can't control the dripping of sweat.

What's more, because he was too nervous and breathless, there was a huge bead of sweat on his forehead, which slowly flowed down along the trajectory of the previous bead without Wuchen's consent.

Brow... Canthus... Cheek... This bead of sweat, like a tiger descending the mountain, is getting faster and faster, and when it reaches the place close to the jaw, it is already like wind and thunder.

In front of it was a bead of sweat that hung upside down like a bell, trembling and shaking slightly, as if beckoning to it to welcome its arrival.

Thousands of streams converge, hundreds of rivers into the sea.

Two beads of sweat, like a strong man who has been reunited for a long time, collided violently and condensed together!

Finally, an oval bead of sweat broke away from Wuchen's jaw, trembled in the air, and fell with supreme momentum.

At this moment, the corners of Sanhe's mouth twitched, a sneer of disdain appeared, he stood up, turned around again, pulled the cigarette rope with his left hand, and ran forward with the black dust.

He didn't notice that the moment he got up, a bead of sweat fell on the snow, revealing a small dark brown pit.

It wasn't until the Sanhe River pulled Wuchen forward for a distance again that Wuchen slowly relaxed.

At the same time, he also saw the yellow light in his abdomen, which was as thin as a gossamer, and felt a faint warm current spreading.

As time passed, the warm current of the yellow light began to spread to the limbs and bones.

Wherever the warm current passes, there is a feeling of refreshment and abundance.

This feeling is very subtle, and Wuchen believes that it is definitely not an illusion caused by the witchcraft of the San River.

Just after walking in his body for a week with this warm current, Wu Chen found that the ninefold barrier of the Shiwu Realm, which was like a heaven and earth, was actually shaken.

Wuchen's body trembled slightly, and he didn't dare to make big moves.

If this yellow point of light can be a little thicker and a little more, the warm current coming from it must be even stronger, and the ninefold barrier of the Shiwu Realm may produce cracks or even collapse, and even he will break through the barrier of the Shiwu Realm in one fell swoop and enter the Duwu Realm.

As long as he enters the Duwu realm, this Sang River may not be able to fight.

However, the yellow light was not as Wuchen thought, it was still as thin as a gossamer, and it was extremely faint.

At this time, the San River came to an old and dilapidated hall.

The light in the main hall is very dim, and there are several hideous and angry, half-human, half-beast statues on the left and right sides, which are even more eerie and terrifying.

In the middle of the front, a tall, thin man with a pale face was coughing. The most bizarre thing is that there is a hollow the size of a bowl in the heart of this person's chest, and there is a black swirl-like smoke hidden in the hollow, and from time to time wisps of black smoke escape and disappear into the air.

"Second son, Sanghe is fortunate not to be dishonored. Who do you think this is?" the smoke rope in Sanhe's left hand shook, and the black smoke on the upper body of Wuchen dissipated.

revealed a pale and bloodless face, and closed eyes.

The tall and thin man's gaze fell on Wuchen, and a strange green light appeared in his eyes.

Then he took a few big strides, walked down the steps, came to Wuchen, and spun around.

"Hahaha. It was him, he was the one who broke my heart. Elder Agu, I'm going to change his heart, I don't want anything else!" the tall and thin man pointed at Wuchen and said loudly.

In a dark corner of the main hall, a thin skeleton figure walked out, and the long black robe not only wrapped around his body, but also dragged a large section on the ground.

Elder Agu's two cloudy and yellowed eyes seemed to fall out of their sockets in the next moment.

I saw him look Wuchen up and down, closed his eyes again, and said: "Second son, he lacks soil in the five elements, and his roots and bones can be described as extremely poor, he is the ninth recultivation of the Martial Realm, are you sure you want to change his heart?"

"It's... How is that possible?" the tall and thin man was a little hard to believe.