He Has a Dragon

When He Yihang turned his magic power and shook the metal tube in his hand solemnly, the exquisite patterns on it gave off a faint halo, gradually becoming blurry and changing. They were obviously deep and distant, as if they were summoning something, which was particularly strange and mysterious.

For a moment, the surrounding atmosphere became solemn and solemn.

At this moment, whether they were unwilling to come down on the nine steps or standing in front of the stone monument, these martial arts masters couldn't help but quiet down, silently watching the somewhat nagging He Yihang.

Immediately, the ancestor of the Tian family on the side suddenly shouted, then bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the metal tube that was shaking in He Yihang's hand.

In the electric light and flint, the rotating metal tube absorbed all the blood essence and blood, and then a faint halo was seen, which gradually turned into blood red.

Then He Yihang followed suit and sprayed a mouthful of blood essence into the metal tube in his hand.

At this moment, like a fire adding fuel, the blood-red halo emitted became so dazzling that those who looked at it could not help but squint their eyes slightly.

Suddenly, He Yihang growled at the Tian family ancestor next to him: "If it's not enough, come again!"

The ancestor of the Tian family suddenly frowned deeply, and his face couldn't help but become miserable, but he did not hesitate to refuse, but nodded firmly.

Immediately, the ancestor of the Tian family took out a magic weapon dagger from the storage stone in his arms, and stabbed it cleanly into the heart!

The crowd of people watching, including Wang Le, all tightened their eyes and were a little surprised.

After all, the heart is the real vital point. If it is stabbed in like this, the damage suffered by the ancestor of the Tian family can be imagined.

At this moment, the Tian family ancestor pulled out the magic dagger, and the metal tube shaking in He Yihang's hand appeared within three inches of his heart.

Next, a blood line was seen between the wound and the metal barrel.

The essence and blood in the heart of the ancestor of the Tian family quickly swarmed towards the rotating metal tube.

At this time, He Yihang was seen shaking the metal tube faster and faster, and the blood-red light emitted was extremely dazzling.

In less than ten seconds, the blood line broke. The Tian family ancestor's face was like gold paper, and his vitality was severely damaged and he fell to the ground.

The Tian family ancestor who suffered a heavy blow was obviously well prepared.

Without hesitation, he stuffed the handful of pills he had held in his palm into his mouth and swallowed them.

Then he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed to recuperate, trying to control the injury as quickly as possible.

After all, the dangers here and now are unknown, and the ancestors of the Tian family dare not be careless in the slightest.

Not to mention that with a moody guy like Wang Le around, no one would feel safe.

At this time, He Yihang, who was shaking the metal tube by hand, was not much better. As the metal tube turned faster and faster, the speed of consuming mana in his body became faster and faster.

If He Yihang hadn't been at the pinnacle of martial arts for many years and had deep magic power, otherwise, it would be difficult to keep up with the magic power input into the metal tube.

But as time goes by, even if the mana in his body can keep up, it becomes more and more reluctant.

In the eyes of Wang Le and those martial arts masters who formed an offensive and defensive alliance, no matter what the outcome, He Yihang would definitely be seriously injured this time. He was no better than the ancestor of the Tian family, or even more serious.

"It seems that these two old guys are playing it seriously and don't mean to be perfunctory."

Seeing this scene, Wang Le couldn't help but think to himself. The dissatisfaction deep in his heart suddenly dissipated and he felt a lot more comfortable.

Just when He Yihang's face turned pale and he looked more and more reluctant, and he was almost unsteady on his feet, he suddenly saw the metal tube in his hand turning sharply, and the metal tube that had long been invisible exploded with a "boom"!

He Yihang subconsciously let go of his hand, and saw the metal tube blooming with dazzling red light turning into a black lotus, flying straight past the bronze palace on the Immortal Platform, and falling to the opposite side.

"Right there!"

He Yihang pointed in the direction where Black Lotus flew away and shouted weakly to Wang Le. He could no longer hold on and collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

And the moment He Yihang finished speaking, Wang Le, who had been sitting cross-legged in the corner to rest and heal, disappeared in an instant.

When everyone at the scene saw Wang Le again, he had already arrived near the Dengxian Platform.

However, this time Wang Le did not wait for the nine steps and pass directly through the Climbing Platform. Instead, he chose to take a detour to the back of the Bronze Hall.

At this moment, those peak martial arts experts who formed an offensive and defensive alliance were tempted and wanted to rush over to get a share of the pie.

But then I thought that Wang Le was a guy who just killed people when he was told, without any discussion. He suddenly felt a tremor in his heart. He suppressed his greed obediently and did not dare to have any wrong thoughts again.

Next, the bronze palace on the Immortal Platform blocked everyone's sight, and no one at the peak of martial arts dared to follow it and take a look.

At this moment, Wang Le, who was walking around the Immortal Platform, just saw the black lotus turned into a metal tube, falling to a place a hundred meters away.

With a "swish" sound, Wang Le was a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the black lotus also slowly landed on a small pit one meter away in front of Wang Le.

Just as Wang Le was about to step forward, he suddenly saw the red light emitted by the black lotus disappear, and a pool of blood appeared out of thin air in the pit.

And this black lotus floats on the bloody water in the pit.

Seeing such a strange scene, Wang Le couldn't help but feel numb. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "Could this be the ancestors of the Tian family and He Yihang working together to deceive me?"

Just when Wang Le was thinking about it, he saw the blood in the pit quickly overflowing and flowing out to Wang Le's left hand.

Soon, the overflowing blood turned into a blood line and spread further.

But at this moment, the black lotus floating on the blood actually came out of the pit and floated along the blood line.

At this moment, wherever the black lotus floated, the blood line disappeared and an obvious crack appeared.

The scene in front of me was like a zipper, and Hei Lian was the zipper head, slowly opening the tight zipper.

Such a strange and unbelievable situation made Wang Le unable to hold his breath!

Following Wang Le, he heard the harsh sound of "click-click-click" mechanism parts snapping from the cracks in the ground.

Immediately, an extremely spacious long staircase leading deeper into the ground slowly appeared in Wang Le's sight, with no end in sight.

At the same time, milky white lights on both sides of the stairs lit up, illuminating the dark passage leading to underground rebirth as bright as day.

Soon, when the gap stopped expanding and the passage was exposed, Wang Le finally couldn't help but let out a long breath, his eyes full of vigilance and expectation, showing contradictions and complexity.