Wu Liang's heart was as calm as water, and a little invisible milky white light gathered towards his right arm, gradually forming a huge light cocoon, enveloping his entire right arm. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

But at this point, Wu Liang's right arm still didn't have any special feeling.

All around, there are countless points of light that continue to surge. Looking at its appearance, even if this huge light cocoon was large enough to envelop Wu Liang's whole body, these heaven and earth spiritual powers would not necessarily subside.

After another cup of tea, when the milky white light gradually condensed into a thin white line, Wu Liang, whose eyes were closed, finally moved his eyebrows, and noticed a strange feeling from his right arm.

It was crispy and numb, as if there were countless ants walking around on its right arm.

At this time, if someone cultivated some powerful spiritual powers, they would find that countless pale white spiritual threads condensed by the spiritual power of heaven and earth were wrapped around Wu Liang's right arm like a rope wrapped around a shuttle.

One end of those pale white spiritual silks was exposed to the air, and countless milky white points of light rushed towards these exposed "threads", gradually merging into them.

And the other end of its pale white spirit silk had already penetrated the dark black spirit pattern outside Wu Liang's right arm, and slowly twisted and drilled into Wu Liang's right arm. It looked like tiny white nematodes, burrowing into Wu Liang's body as if they were making holes.

As the pale white spirit silk writhed more and more wildly, the feeling of numbness became heavier and heavier.

Suddenly, a faint tingling pain came from Wu Liang's index finger. The pain was so faint that Wu Liang's numb right arm almost ignored its presence.

But then, as if adding fuel to the fire, that pain suddenly turned into a giant-like existence at an unimaginable growth rate!

A heart-rending pain came from the tip of the index finger, and on the way, it seemed to turn into a sharp blade, piercing into Wu's conscience!

Wu Liang's face turned pale, and his mind felt a wave of dizziness, as if his heart had really been penetrated by a sharp weapon. And in his throat, there was a faint smell of blood.

Then, something even worse happened.

Before Wu Liang could recover, one after another stabbing pain came out from his index finger, like a spear, piercing his heart one by one, piercing him all over his body!

He felt that his body was about to be torn apart, and his ears were full of buzzing sounds. At this point, he could no longer feel where the pain in his body was coming from, and for a moment, he couldn't even feel his own presence.

It seemed like only a moment, but it was more like a long time, and his head was so dizzy that his eyes finally went black and he lost all consciousness.

From the outside world, Wu Liang straightened back and fell straight down. And his bare skin was like a boiled lobster, full of strange orange red.

Around Wu Liang, the outer disciples who found Wu Liang's strange appearance changed their faces one after another, for fear of affecting themselves, and hurriedly gave up a large open space.

In the middle of the square, after noticing Wu Liang's fall, the old woman and the old man glanced at each other, and walked towards Wu Liang with a much more solemn face - if Wu Liang really exploded and died next, the two of them would have to work hard to deal with the aftermath.

On the stone castle, Wang Tengfei, who had been paying attention to Wu Liang's movements, saw Wu Liang fall to the ground, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a strange arc: "Hehe, since you have robbed me of my place, then...... I'll take your life!"

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Wu Liang woke up slowly, not in the real world, but in a pitch-black space.

He didn't know where it was, or how he got here, but he didn't want to or think about it.

From the moment he appeared in this space, a thought completely took over his brain - and that was ...... Go ahead!

He didn't know what he would gain by going forward, but he just knew that it was right to go forward. He had no doubts about it!

I don't know how long he walked, but finally, a green light appeared in front of his eyes.

In a trance, Wu Liang dimly saw a green light cluster the size of a human head, constantly rotating in front of his eyes. He had seen this group of light once, and that time, during the Enlightenment Ceremony, when he was dying!

The green light swirls and occasionally rises and falls, and its movements appear to be extremely skillful. But the series of actions of the green light cluster were not like this at all in Wu Liang's eyes.

Although he didn't know the reason, in Wu Liang's opinion, the green light cluster was obviously a little sluggish when it rotated, as if something was hindering it.

As soon as this thought in Wu Liang's heart became firm, the green light group lagged slightly, gradually stopped rotating, and floated motionless in front of Wu Liang.

At this time, Wu Liang discovered that there was a thin pale golden thread as thin as a hair wrapped around the light cluster.

As soon as he saw the pale golden line, Wu Liang was shocked, and he felt a warm sense of familiarity. It was as if the pale golden thread was originally a part of his body.

But what puzzled him was that at the same time, he felt extremely disgusted with that thin line in his heart.

A voice echoed in his heart, telling him incessantly that the pale golden thread was the shackle that bound him! As long as he tore off this chain, then his cultivation path would be smooth sailing in the future.

The two diametrically opposed feelings of body and mind gave Wu Liang, who had been cautious since the old man left, a headache. He didn't know what he should do, so he could only try to calm down and make judgments based on his instincts.

Gradually, the disgust in the heart overwhelmed the kindness of the body. When he looked at the pale golden line again, a trace of fierceness flashed in Wu Liang's eyes.

He held down the substantial ball of light with his left hand, and with the other hand, his five fingers were wide open, and he pulled the pale golden thread with one hand—the pale golden thread hummed, praying for Wu Liang to let go.

Wu Liang's expression was indifferent, he gritted his teeth, exerted all his strength, and pulled his right hand back fiercely!

The pale gold threads swayed endlessly, emitting a tight metallic sound. But that's all, one end of the thin line grew on a green ball of light as if it had taken root, and no matter how hard Wu Liang tried his best, he still didn't move.

Wu Liang was stunned at first, but when he thought that he couldn't pull a thin thread with all his strength, he couldn't help but feel more energetic.

He pulled out a circle of gold thread, wrapped it around his right hand, changed his posture, and pulled it again. This time, Wu Liang only felt that he was wrestling with a wrestler, and his face was flushed with all his breath.

The thin gold thread swayed endlessly, and it was deeply close to Wu Liang's right palm. But at this moment, one of his palms seemed not to be his own, and he didn't feel the slightest pain.

The pale golden thin line swayed more and more - "brush brush", the gold thread wrapped around Wu Liang's right palm slid together, cut off a large piece of meat from Wu Liang's right palm, and slashed at Wu Liang's five fingers without stopping!

Wu Liang, who didn't expect this line to be so difficult, was shocked, with the sharpness of the golden thread, if it was sharpened this time, the five fingers of his right hand would definitely be difficult to protect.

And being seriously injured here, no one knows how it will affect themselves in reality. In this way, why is Wu Liang not in a hurry?

But what's the use of being in a hurry at this time? Before Wu Liang could come up with a countermeasure, the golden thread that was wrapped around it was already lightning fast and deep in his five fingers.

"It's over!" At this time, even if Wu Liang wanted to let go, it was too late.

"Zheng~Zheng~"

Unexpectedly, the fingers intersected, and there was a sound of gold and iron. Wu Liang sighed softly and looked carefully at his five fingers.

I saw that a layer of dark black patterns appeared faintly on the surface of my five fingers. The pattern is blurry, and even gives people a sense of incompleteness.

But it was these broken patterns, at a glance, that made Wu Liang feel dizzy, and he had to quickly look away.

"What is this, and when did it appear?" As soon as the two thoughts appeared in Wu Liang's mind, he heard the four sounds of "puff puff" four times, and then felt a cold feeling in his hand, and four cylindrical things had fallen to the ground one after another - it was Wu Liang's four fingers!

"What's going on?" Wu Liang was shocked, he was still counting on his deformed fingers to resist the golden thread. Who knew that four fingers were cut off when he turned his mind, and only one index finger remained, and he couldn't support it for long.

Although there was no pain, Wu Liang also felt palpitations in the face of the fact that his right hand was almost completely useless.

He stared at his fleshy and blurred right hand, although his scalp felt slightly numb, but somehow a thought of not admitting defeat suddenly surged in his heart: "Today, I still don't believe that I can't get rid of you!"

Wu Liang's mind was hot, and his left hand slowly moved away from the green ball of light. Just as he was about to jump onto the ball of light and gather the strength of his limbs to compete with the golden thread, a dazzling white light suddenly struck in front of him, stabbing his eyes painfully, and he couldn't open his eyes.

Although the dazzling white light rose without warning, at a glance, Wu Liang was already sure that the white light was coming from his right hand.

"Ya, what's wrong?" Encountering these inexplicable things one after another, Wu Liang couldn't help but scold anymore.

The white light lit up, illuminating the surrounding large area of pitch-black space for a while, and even the green light that was originally here had to temporarily avoid the edge and lower to the ground.

The dazzling white light became brighter and brighter, like the sun shining on the earth, trying to illuminate the whole space. And Wu Liang's right hand, which is the light source, naturally becomes a sun-like scorching existence.

With a "boom", the muffled sound in his head made Wu Liang's face pale, as if he had been hit hard. A hollow feeling rose from his heart, and he felt a pang of sadness, as if something important had been lost.

At the same time, in the middle of the white light source, where Wu Liang could not see, there, somewhere most dazzling and dazzling, a small black spot the size of a fingernail quietly appeared.

The strange black spots silently gnawed away at the surrounding light sources, spreading their sphere of influence. In front of it, the blinding white light that made the green light group have to retreat, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, became the most delicious food.

Gradually, the area of dark spots grows larger. Finally, black overcame white, and the entire space dimmed again, leaving only Wu Liang, who had palpitations, and a slightly trembling green light......

Wu Liang slowly opened his eyes, gradually adjusting to the darkness of return, his eyes full of shock.

When he lowered his head, he realized that the original sharp pale golden thin line had disappeared at this time!

And his right hand is even more sound with five fingers.

It's just that the index finger of his right hand is extremely weirdly dyed with a layer of black halo, and the whole color turns black.

In the dark, it is impossible to distinguish his right index finger from black without looking closely.

However, what shocked him the most was not his right hand - at this time, in his body, within the meridians, there was clearly a gentle force flowing slowly.

"It's ...... Spiritual power!!"

Under the impact of the huge surprise, Wu Liang only felt dizzy.

Immediately afterward, the surrounding space was also rippling. After a whirling sensation, Wu Liang's eyes were dark again, and before he could feel the joy, he had lost consciousness again.