The powerful existence in the white mist was extremely easy between his eyebrows, and the pressure on him from Shanyi was not great, and those two spells were just a matter of effort for him to dissolve.

It's a gesture, and it's just a finger. It's really a wind, Bu Li's mouth is disdainful of the powerful existence in the white mist, and he is extremely disdainful, and he is still very envious in his heart. This cheap uncle always says that he is very weak, looking at his appearance, it is not nonsense.

Good wings flew in mid-air, raising their heads to soar above the nine heavens, avoiding the power of the fingers below. However, the powerful presence in the white mist seemed to transcend the space, and it seemed that the silent and colorless ripples were competing with ice and fire, but the moment Shanyi spread his wings, an image suddenly appeared in the sky, just like an invisible shadow wall in the sky above Shanyi, transparent, but extremely solid, encompassing the flight of Shanyi, no matter how Shanyi's wings fluttered, they couldn't dodge it.

"Nine days up and down is only a stone's throw away, how can it be so easy to dodge?" the powerful existence in the white mist looked at the embarrassment of the good wing in mid-air, and smiled. He has a dashing demeanor and is obviously full of confidence in his soul arts.

"Uncle, you used the Fog Pine Snow Wolf, why haven't you used other Tattoo Beasts before?" asked Bu Li.

"Do you think that with your old vine, the body of two big ants can withstand the strength of my old man? Even if you go in, the transformation power alone will be used up. It doesn't matter if I talk to you, it's a waste of effort, but not a fight. The foggy pine snow wolf is more suitable for three points than the mirage dragon, and when it comes out to fight, my old man also soothes his muscles. "A formidable presence in the white mist.

Listen to what he means old man. It seems that the amount of power consumed to conjure such a black suit is huge, and it is not under any one spell. Gee. It's really an aesthetician.,It's just that if you don't stink and be beautiful, you'll have to be a death star.。 How to say it. This cheap uncle has such a strong strength, so it's up to him to be stinky and beautiful.

"Didn't you say it was just a stone's throw away? I thought I was going to get it down. Bu Li looked at the good wings that were shaking in mid-air, and he was a little strange about what the magic of the powerful existence in the white mist meant.

"When do you think it's true? After speaking, the powerful existence in the white mist flicked the five-finger wheel of the right hand, and the originally inconspicuous force twisted the heavens and the earth, and the originally unstable laws of heaven and earth appeared completely loosened at this moment.

At this moment, the sky was the sky in the eyes of the original step. The earth is the earth, and although the heaven and the earth are cold, they are no different from what they experienced in the previous life. But under the powerful existence spell in the white mist, the white jade-like fingers flicked one after another, and the laws of heaven and earth completely collapsed, or changed to a law of heaven and earth that was not clear in steps, everything was so strange, everything was so magical. The entire world realm seems to have been compressed into a flat world, and it is no longer a three-dimensional world realm. It becomes a simple two-dimensional space.

The good wing in mid-air is good at soaring for nine days, but in the two-dimensional space, no matter how good it is, it is still close to the powerful existence in the white mist in an instant.

The feeling was abrupt. It's weird. Bu Li felt the pressure between the transformation of this force and force falling on him, and instead of being abnormal, he had a feeling of intimacy and comfort.

The power of the spell was so strong that the powerful existence in the white mist was just casually cast. Sure enough, it has the ability to defy the sky.

The end of the world passed in an instant, and the huge good wings somehow landed in front of the formidable existence in the white mist. Originally, the good wings were huge. That presence seemed a little small in front of it. It's just small, but it's not weak. The black-clothed black man bloomed like a black flower, and the color of the vast and bitter cold land of the extreme north changed color in an instant.

"You said that the sun is slow, and you can return to your hometown. The formidable presence in the white mist sang along the slang of the mountain song that Wang Zhi sang that night, the tune was the same as what Wang Zhi sang, but the middle words and phrases were something that Wang Zhi had never heard.

But even if it wasn't a spell, it spit out from the mouth of the powerful existence in the white mist, and the words followed the law, and the entire heaven and earth seemed to change with the words of the powerful existence in the white mist, and countless visions appeared.

Originally, the sun set in the west, and even in the evening, when the powerful existence in the white mist sang to the slanting sun, the slanting sun, which was about to fall below the horizon, seemed to be nailed to the spot, no longer falling, and the remnant sun was like blood, falling on Shanyi's body, shining with a different light.

The powerful existence in the white mist grabbed the sharp claws of Shanyi with his right hand, which looked like "grabbing", if you slow down the movement, you can see that the hand of the existence is only the size of a normal person's palm, compared with the sharp claws of Shanyi, the small ones are pitiful, and they can't grasp such thick sharp claws at all. But as the hand of the powerful existence in the white mist fell on Shanyi's body, it just stuck to it, and Shanyi's body was driven.

The matter of ants dancing elephants happened right in front of him, and Buli and Da Hei should be taken for granted. Wang Zhi had never imagined that such a thing would happen, his eyes were round, and he looked at the powerful existence in the white mist, dressed in black clothes and black, dancing lightly with the wind. And no matter how much the huge good wing changed its way and struggled, it was to no avail. All the force seems to fall into the void, and it has no effect at all.

Under the tricks of the powerful presence in the white mist, Shanyi's huge body looked even more pitiful and ridiculous, and in his eyes, Wang Zhi was shocked in his heart. I never even dreamed that there would be such a powerful technique in the world, and today is really an eye-opener.

This is a pure physical technique, and the Ancestral Desolate God Sect is the best method. However, even the most powerful powerhouse in the Ancestral Desolate God Sect could not do this. Wang Zhi was dumbfounded, and even forgot to dodge. All this in front of him seems so unreal, can this be done by one person? Wang Zhi also knew that the "uncle" who was leaving Lu Dao was not a human being, but just a wisp of soul attached to the body of the carved beast. But the more he learned about his origin, the more difficult it was for Wang Zhi to understand.

The carved beast is just a manifestation of soul power, when can it be used as a carrier for seizing the house? And looking at the appearance of the powerful existence in the white mist, it seems to be a kind of normality, a kind of simple thing that can't be simpler anymore. This was also confirmed in the conversation he had with Bu Li just now, and even that powerful existence had not yet exhausted its full strength, and a lot of energy was spent on turning the Fog Pine Snow Wolf into what it is now. There is spare power, and there is ease, this is the truth.

didn't use his soul power, and even Wang Zhi felt that the inexplicably strong man had no strength at all, so he played with Shanyi in his palm. It seems that the big animal that appeared in the sky not long ago, and the cold wind in the bitter cold land of the extreme north has stopped, is just an illusion, like paper paste, and let the powerful existence in the white mist play with it in its hands.

Wang Zhi never thought that the physical skills could be so strong, even those muscle sticks of the Ancestral Desolate God Sect had to use the art of tattooing in order to exert their strong strength.

But those forces that seemed strong in the past were so small and ridiculous in front of the powerful existence in the white mist at this moment. Without soul power and no inscriptions, he threw a mountain-like hideous beast directly to the ground.

"Later, the west wind post road, the horse poplar. The strong existence in the white mist sings simple and clean, in the eyes of Bu Li, his cheap uncle is like a famous actor on the stage, the hand, eye and body steps are crisp and neat, and the simplicity has a deep aftertaste, which makes people forget to return.

At this time, the huge good wing had already given way to oblivion, and only the song of the powerful being in the white mist echoed in his ears. How it was at the beginning, how it was later, countless regrets and vicissitudes, countless loneliness and loneliness, there may be countless reasons and countless excuses that can be taken out to make people understand, but afterwards, the sad and inexplicable mood is perfectly interpreted in the white mist.

"You say that the tassel is tired, and the shadow is faint. Later, the peach blossoms were still the same, and the soup soup was running water. ”

"You said that you are old with your son and hide in the eight wildernesses. Later, the clouds are easy to grow old, and the vicissitudes of the road are strange. ”

"You said that you didn't open it, and even whispered about the concubine. Later, Gu Ying raised his eyebrows, and the autumn moon Wutong cold jade bed. ”

The singing of sentences sounded on the lonely ice field of his wife's coldness, and Shanyi's huge body fell to the ground, but it did not interrupt the singing of the powerful existence in the white mist, as if someone was beating a drum and singing, which was even more gentle and euphemistic.

You say, later...... Buli is like standing in front of the surging river, facing the rapid flow of the year like a river, like an old man, feeling lonely and strange. The firm heart is still firm, but there are different ripples. It's not a matter of strength, it's a memory. At this time, the powerful existence in the white haze seemed to be incarnated as Zhang Xitong, standing in front of Bu Li, and the huge and friendless ancient desolate beast was directly ignored, and the protagonist at this moment was the strong existence and Bu Li in the white mist.

"You said that the red sleeves are pretending to be angry, and the autumn waves are open to thought. Later, Dai eyebrows were long, and the spring color was scattered. ”

"You said that the jade building is beautiful, and the flying moon welcomes the guests to mourn. Later, the monks of the valley listened to the rain and lay in the meditation room. ”

"You say that you are good to me, and the night rain in Bashan should be cut together. Later, the door was locked deeply, and Yihe looked at the mandarin duck with tears. ”

"You said that the Yiren are slender, and they are too much to think about. Later, an inch of acacia turned into a hundred thousand autumn water long. (To be continued......)