"Oh, dear little master, when I explain the spirit of the stele to you, I don't want anyone around to disturb us!"

The voice of the stele spirit was old, but with unquestionable firmness.

"It's not good, get back!"

Bai Lao's face changed suddenly, and he was the first to react, and the whole person turned into a white streamer and shot out.

"Again? Come on! ”

Hei Lao grabbed Wang Lie, and the whole person was still near the Futu Monument one moment, and the next moment, he had already appeared hundreds of zhang away!

Teleport!

It's a pity that Wang Tian's eyes are no longer here at this moment.

"Futu, teleport!"

The old man's voice resounded in the vast desert again, his voice was cold and merciless, and all the light clusters suspended above the desert began to tremble violently.

Rumble!

From the ground where the Futu Monument was standing, a black expanse began to emerge, covering the land in an instant at a terrifying speed

The black fog in the sky emerged, and the desert, which was as bright as day, began to become dark!

"Damn, that's it again!"

The black old man's mouth began to curse with broken thoughts, but he didn't stop grabbing Wang Lie's figure at all.

The speed of the black mist was not even comparable to the speed of the black and white elders, and with the end of the black elder's curse, the black mist instantly filled the black elder and Wang Lie.

Airplanes!

The figures of the two disappeared strangely.

Bai Lao reacted the fastest, but he was still swallowed by the mist after Hei Lao and Wang Lie.

……

The situation in several other parts of the desert seemed to be even worse than that of the two elders of Black and White and Wang Lielai.

"Hey, I haven't gotten the right martial arts for me yet!"

Wang Ze exclaimed, the whole person had disappeared on this desert.

Then, Wang Fan and Wang Niu all disappeared in the desert of this Martial Arts Pavilion one after another.

Brush, brush, brush.

In the fairyland valley outside the Martial Arts Pavilion.

The strange space shook one after another, and familiar figures appeared one after another.

The black and white elders with a blue face, Wang Lie, who was still happy despite being teleported, Wang Chong and others with a confused face.

"Uncle!"

The three young clansmen ran to Wang Lie, Wang Fan and Wang Niu showed indescribable joy on their faces, and it seemed that they had obtained quite satisfactory martial arts, only Wang Ze was unhappy.

"Hey, what about Wang Tian?"

Wang Ze noticed that something was wrong.

"He's still in there"

A trace of worry appeared on Wang Lie's face.

"What?"

At this time, Wang Ze didn't care if he had obtained any martial arts, and there was already a little panic on his still slightly immature face.

"Hehe, Wang Lie boy, you don't have to worry about this, Futu has a spirit, since Xiaotian is already the next owner of the Futu Monument, I believe that what awaits him is only creation, not danger"

Hei Lao stood up and comforted him, after hearing that Wang Tian was actually Wang Xiao's son, Hei Lao's name for him naturally became Xiaotian.

"I hope so"

Although he received Hei Lao's answer, Wang Lie's face still did not relax in the slightest.

"Hei Lao, do we need to get out of here?"

Wang Lie had an inquiring look on his face.

"It stands to reason that yes, but there are still a few hours before the time of day, so you can wait here for Xiaotian to come out, Old Man Bai, this should be no problem."

Hei Lao said in a big way, while staring at Bai Lao who was facing on the side, it seemed that as long as Bai Lai raised an objection, he was ready to do it.

"Humph!"

Bai Lao didn't speak, and walked to the depths of the fairyland by himself, and the whole person's figure gradually faded out of everyone's sight.

"Hey, hey"

Hei Lao smiled gloomily, nodded towards Wang Lie, and disappeared in front of everyone with Bai Lao.

"It's so strong!"

Wang Fan looked at the place where the black and white elders disappeared in a daze, his eyes were hot.

"Hehe, maybe, one day in the future, you will also have such strength!"

Wang Lie smiled indifferently, looking up at the door that had been completely closed, with worry and expectation in his eyes.

In the huge martial arts pavilion, above the barren desert.

The black fog has dissipated, and the black expanse of the tall Futu monument has gradually darkened.

"Dear little master, they have already left"

There was a little more smugness in the old man's voice.

"Leave?"

There was a sudden coldness in Wang Tian's voice.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, little master, I'm just temporarily teleporting them out of the Martial Arts Pavilion."

There was a sudden panic in the old man's voice.

"I see"

The coldness on Wang Tian's face dissipated.

"Little master, you better come in, let's talk about it"

On top of the tall black floating monument, a black vortex about the height of a person suddenly appeared.

"Little master, come in"

There was a sudden hint of encouragement in the voice of the stele spirit.

Looking at the black vortex how tall that person was, Wang Tian hesitated for a moment, and on his forehead, a familiar Fang Yuan mark suddenly loomed?

The Mark of the Buddha!

That's right, it was the Futu mark that Wang Xiao forcibly terminated the blood contract.

Looking at the tall black vortex of that person, Wang Tian's eyes were a little dazed, and a familiar tall figure suddenly appeared in the focal point of his line of sight.

"Father...... Kiss? ”

Wang Tian's pupils contracted slightly, and his voice was a little puzzled.

Airplanes!

The black vortex rotated quietly, black and swirling, revealing a little mystery, a little weird.

Wang Tian didn't say a word, and suddenly stepped into the mysterious black vortex.

Wang Tian's figure gradually faded away, and finally completely merged into this tall floating monument.

Airplanes! Airplanes!

The black light of the Futu Monument surged, and the desert of the Martial Arts Pavilion with a glance of yellow sand once again returned to its solitude.

……

Inside the Futu Monument, there is a world of nothingness and a world of chaos.

Wang Tian walked on it, and there were rows of strange and strange fonts rising around him, and then falling.

"The Tablet? The spirit of the stele? ”

Wang Tian's voice resounded in this mysterious space.

"Little master!"

The voice of the stele spirit sounded again, and the void space in front of Wang Tian began to tremble.

The void chaotic space suddenly stretched out a pair of big hands and split them to both sides, as if to tear the space in front of Wang Tian apart.

Crash!

A black crack that allowed one person to pass through was blatantly torn out, and a black figure quietly appeared, it was a middle-aged man, with short black hair like ink, and his cloudy eyes were full of the vicissitudes of time.

"You, you are the spirit of the Futu Monument?"

Wang Tian's pupils contracted, and he couldn't help but ask in a condensed voice, that familiar face actually made Wang Tian's voice tremble a little.

Like, it's so similar, Wang Tian looked at that familiar face, and he was a little stupid.

"Little master!"

The black figure looked at Wang Tian with a respectful face, and a smile outlined at the corner of his mouth made the corners of Wang Tian's eyes instantly swallowed up by tears.

"Father, father? Is that you? ”

Wang Tian's whole person suddenly cried, and he couldn't cry silently.