"Futu Monument, Life and Death Monument, people with hearts, unintentional loss of ......"

Wang Xiao read very slowly and clearly.

After Wang Xiao finished reading, the Futu mark on his forehead became more dazzling and clear.

"Blood Pact, Lifted!"

Wang Xiao bit his middle finger and pressed the little blood oozing from his middle finger against the raised Futu mark on his forehead.

Wow!

It was black and prosperous, but Wang Xiao's sallow face suddenly turned pale, as if it had taken a lot of effort.

And at this moment, the black mark soaked in Wang Xiao's blood suddenly flew out from his forehead, turned into a black streamer, and flew straight into the air!

"Tian'er, I'm sorry, there is only so much that my father can help you, and you have to rely on yourself to walk the road in the future!"

Wang Xiao's whole body staggered, but his eyes were looking at the sky, where the Futu mark flew to.

And in a corner not far from Wang Xiao, Wang Zhen looked at Wang Xiao, who was resolute, and suddenly became old and tearful......

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Wang Tian felt very bad at the moment, and used his own blood to test whether he could touch the Futu Monument, but after touching it, he regretted it!

At this time, the Futu Monument is like a dry sponge, and when it encounters seawater, it begins to absorb it desperately, but you must know that now it is not seawater, it is Wang Tian's blood.

Wang Tian's blood loss at this moment is at least three times faster than before, and at this rate, I am afraid that in a moment and a half, Wang Tian will be sucked into a dry corpse.

However, the huge suction force from the Futu Monument is not something that Wang Tian can resist at all, so now Wang Tian seems to have no other way than to bear it.

"Oh my God!"

Wang Lie couldn't help but exclaim outside, and the whole person shouted, wanting to stretch out his hand and pull Wang Tian back.

"Wait a minute!"

Bai Lao's figure took a step forward, forcibly blocking Wang Lie's way out.

"Bai Lao, my God, something will happen if it goes on like this!"

Wang Lie's voice was filled with indescribable anxiety.

"Is something wrong with him now?"

Bai Lao glanced at Wang Lie coldly, this eye actually contained coercion, Wang Lie's face turned pale, his legs trembled, after all, he still followed Bai Lao's advice, and looked at Wang Tian worriedly.

Wow!

The Futu Monument in front of Wang Tian suddenly shot out a black light, and a long black crack was drawn in the place where the black light passed.

Sou!

A black streamer rushed in and rushed towards Wang Tian at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.

"Not good!"

Wang Lie exclaimed and made a bold move.

Even though his shooting speed is fast, the black and white elders have been cooperating for nearly fifty years, and their strength and their shooting speed are not comparable to Wang Lie.

Laugh at!

The two elders of black and white raised their hands almost at the same time, and at the same time shot out a ray of brilliance, like a lightning bolt, slashing fiercely towards the black streamer that shot out.

While!

A clear sound of gold and iron sounded.

The seemingly random blow of the black and white elders was extremely terrifying, and the trajectory of the black streamer was distorted.

Wow!

The two raised their hands again, wanting to completely smash it with one blow, but Wang Lie was the first to see the black streamer.

"Two seniors, stop!"

Wang Lie shouted urgently, and even rushed in front of the black and white elders with himself.

"That's, that's the Bubuti mark."

There was a hint of excitement on Wang Lie's face, and he pointed to the black streamer that was rapidly rushing towards the Futu Monument.

"The Mark of the Floating Massacre?"

When the black and white elders heard this, their faces changed.

Wow!

Bai Lao was indifferent, but Hei Lao was a hot-tempered person, he almost grabbed Wang Lie over, and almost roared angrily and asked:

"Wang Xiao, is that kid Wang Xiao not dead? He's alive? ”

When he said this, Hei Lao's face, which had always been full of laughter, had become old and tearful.

"Black old, please also pay attention to the body"

Wang Lie said worriedly: "The fourth brother is indeed still alive, but before this clan competition, he was like a wasted person, and he only recently regained his strength."

Wang Lie explained carefully, while explaining, he also watched the change in Hei Lao's uncertain face.

Wow!

Hei Lao let go of Wang Lie, and the expression on his face could no longer tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Hahaha, did you hear it, old man Bai, did you hear it, Wang Xiao's kid is still alive, I know, I know, how can this kid die, hahaha"

The black elder turned around and yelled at the white elder almost frantically, his voice mixed with indescribable joy.

"Do you need to be so happy?"

Bai Lao took half a step back and couldn't help but say.

"I said why did the people of the Wang family who came to the Futu Monument fail before, haha, this kid is still alive, who can take the Futu Monument away?"

Hei Lao was still smiling, and his eyes subconsciously drifted to Wang Tian, he had already decided that Wang Tian would fail.

But when he saw it, he couldn't laugh, and the smile on his whole face froze.

"How, how is that possible?"

The black old man was dumbfounded, and the white old man was as above.

Only Wang Lie's face was happy.

It turned out that under Wang Lie's interference, the black streamer had already entered Wang Tiande's forehead.

And the Futu Monument, which was originally like an absorbent sponge, frantically absorbing Wang Tian's blood, suddenly decreased its suction.

And Wang Tian took this opportunity to immediately get rid of the suction of the Futu Monument, and the whole person subconsciously took three steps back, looking at the Futu Monument with a vigilant face, which was already shining at the moment.

"Futu Monument, Life and Death Monument, welcome! My new hosts"

The old man's voice sounded on this desert land, and the sound was like a morning bell and a dusk drum, instantly penetrating everyone's ears.

The faces of the two black and white elders were a little surprised, a little ugly, and a little confused.

And Wang Lie was delighted, he and his father really didn't guess wrong, the Futu Monument really needs the previous owner to voluntarily give up, so that it is possible to achieve the next owner of the Futu Monument.

"Boy, what's going on, how could Wang Xiao's kid get the Futu Monument with all his hard work to give it to others?"

Hei Lao looked at Wang Lie with ill will.

"What if the one who gave it was his son?"

Wang Lie smiled.

"Son? What did you say? ”

The black old man's eyes were full of light.

"That's right, Tian'er is the son of the fourth brother, the hope of our Wang family!"

Wang Lie's voice suddenly became firm.

"I see"

Bai Lao nodded, his face abrupt.

"Wang Xiao's son?"

Hei Lao's gaze at Wang Tian suddenly softened a lot......

"Who are you?"

Wang Tian's blood finally stopped flowing, but his eyes were in a trance because of excessive blood loss.

"I am the Futu Monument, the Futu Monument is me, of course, the little master, you can also call me the spirit of the Monument!"

The old voice sounded again, and the voice was indescribably soft, vicissitudes.

"Monument, spirit?"

"Yes!"

"The Spirit of the Futu Monument?"

"Yes!"