He Has a Dragon

The bright white light beam, nearly three meters in diameter, extended deep into the clouds as if it was about to pierce the sky. New address of New Dagger Dagger Chinese website: www;

At this time, Wang Le and the white-haired old man were both shrouded in this shining white light beam, and were frozen four or five meters high in the air, unable to move.

"****, what the hell is going on?" Wang Le used his innate power to break free from the invisible shackles of the light beam, but the result was that no matter how hard he tried, it was like a mud cow drowning in the sea. It can't be used, and it becomes a specimen like a mosquito in amber.

At this time, two meters above Wang Le, the white-haired old man also tried his best to break free and escape from this strange bright white light beam.

But in the end, it was all in vain. Immediately, he saw a look of reluctance in his fearful eyes, his mouth opened slightly, and a mini jet-black knife-shaped natal magic weapon spit out.

At this time, the wounds on Wang Le's hands had not yet closed. You must know that since he obtained the power of the Deception Dharma Eye and developed innate power, every time he fought with the enemy, the wounds he received were due to the innate power in his body. Will close quickly.

But today is different from before. The wounds continue to flow out of blood desperately as usual, and are not fixed by the light beam, but fall into the bottom. At this moment, it is like a big pit like an abyss. inside.

Wang Le gave up his struggle and looked at the white-haired old man above him who was also frozen. He saw that the jet-black knife-shaped natal magic weapon he just spat out suddenly expanded to more than one meter long, and then he silently recited the magic formula. .

Just when the pitch-black sword was about to strike out at the bright white beam of light, cracks appeared on the blade of the natal magic weapon, and there was a tendency for more and more cracks to appear.

Before the white-haired old man with a panicked look in his eyes took back his magical weapon, spider web-like cracks spread out on its blade and became bigger and bigger.

"Click"

"Kacha"

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The white-haired old man watched helplessly as the natal magic weapon he had just taken out shattered into pieces, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out without holding back.

Wang Le below did not gloat over this misfortune, but felt more and more bad, because such a passive situation was something he had never encountered since his debut.

Especially after seeing the natal magical weapon spit out by the white-haired old man,

Before it could be used, it was crushed by an invisible force.

If Wang Le didn't have the concept of natal magic weapon before, he would have been completely unaware of it. He would only say that the old man made some weird gadget that was almost like scrap metal, but it was so vulnerable.

But the fact is that the martial arts battle with Hong Burang made Wang Le fully realize the horror of the natal magic weapon. If it self-destructs, it can destroy the existence of two buildings!

What's more important is that this white-haired old man's martial arts skills are thousands of miles away from Hong!

As a result, he encountered this situation, and Wang Le, as his opponent, couldn't help but feel a feeling he had never experienced before, that is, despair!

At this moment, Wang Le believed that the white-haired old man felt the same way as himself!

Many times, the invisible enemy is the most terrifying. From this sudden change to now, it has only been three or four minutes, but Wang Le and the white-haired old man seem to be living in seconds, and the pressure in their hearts is getting higher and higher. The bigger.

These two people are also tough-minded people. If it were anyone else, they would have pissed themselves off and fainted from fear. They were the only ones with angry eyes, vowing to see what happened!

Just when the white-haired old man spurted out a mouthful of old blood and regretted taking out the magical weapon from his dantian, he suddenly felt something and twisted his neck with difficulty to look at the big hole on the ground below.

In an instant, Wang Le below saw the white-haired old man's face change drastically, and the horror that could not be concealed was clearly visible!

"What did he see?"

When Wang Le saw this, he couldn't help but thought in his mind with some confusion. At the same time, the shadow and ominousness that shrouded his heart became thicker and thicker.

Although there was confusion, horror, and even unprecedented fear in his heart, Wang Le was overwhelmed because with his martial arts training, he could not twist his neck as hard as the white-haired old man. After all, this crystal white The beam of light is too powerful to bind and cannot be resisted at all.

Gradually, gradually, Wang Le felt a breeze blowing across the torn pieces of clothing on his back, and then he smelled a strange smell of blood with a faint fragrant smell!

"Hiss!" Wang Le gasped. Although he didn't know what was below, when he saw the white-haired old man above who had his face distorted with fear, he guessed that there must be something terrible!

"Mom, my son has survived countless dangers of life and death, but I didn't expect that it would be you who fell into the pit and lost his life in the end. Who am I going to find reason for when we are on the road to hell!"

After Wang Le gave up the futile struggle and stopped using the innate power in his body, he thought to himself with extremely complicated emotions. The degree of sadness in it is just like a person knowing whether it is warm or cold when drinking water.

Suddenly, Wang Le's heart moved, his eyes flashed with memories, and he secretly said: "I seem to have smelled this fragrant smell of blood somewhere."

"Uh!" Wang Le froze, and the dark pupils in his eyes shrank tightly. The scenes he saw in Genghis Khan's underground mausoleum appeared in his mind...

"How is it possible? How could this happen?"

Wang Le, whose eyes were filled with memories, lost control of his thoughts and couldn't help but show an expression of disbelief, muttering to himself.

Immediately, the innate power in Wang Le's dantian surged out crazily again, his face twisted and he tried his best to turn his head to see if the bottom was what he thought.

At this moment, the fear in Wang Le's thoughts was swept away, because buried in this grave was his mother, Wang Xiaodie!

Just when Wang Le was struggling to twist his neck, the fragrant smell of blood became stronger and stronger.

Then, bits and pieces of scarlet blood beads took the lead from bottom to top, floating slowly and appeared in the corner of Wang Le's eyes.

Wang Le stiffened, then lost his innate strength and regained his composure, then looked to the side...

A piece of fresh human skin, hanging with blood and glowing with soft white light, slowly and silently came into Wang Le's eyes.

Then, he stopped next to Wang Le and never moved again.

"It's exactly what I thought...fresh human skin."

Wang Le took a deep breath and looked at the piece of fresh human skin in front of him with complex eyes, which seemed to have just been peeled off from the body, because it most likely belonged to his biological mother, Wang Xiaodie.