Kryptonians come to the second dimension

Ye Wudao: "Shut up, stop saying such useless words."

Asshole!

At this moment, a deep, majestic and dull voice suddenly exploded, frightening Ye Wudao and others so much that they couldn't help but tremble all over.

What sound!

This voice did not belong to any of them.

"Be alert immediately." Ye Wudao ordered immediately, looking around vigilantly, looking for the source of the sound.

"You will die if you disturb my meditation!"

The deep voice sounded again.

Ye Wudao heard it clearly this time, as if the sound came from the river.

Everyone's eyes fell on the river.

At this moment, the river was rushing more violently, and the waves were three or four meters high.

The river was also infected by the death aura and turned into ink-like black.

Ye Wudao clearly noticed that after one of the waves flew up, it did not fall down, but floated quietly and slowly turned into a human form.

It was the image of an old man with a long beard.

His eyes were wide open, and he was majestic without anger.

Ye Wudao and others were shocked by his powerful aura.

Ye Wudao was about to speak, but he didn't expect that a group of red lights suddenly lit up at the bottom of the river.

It felt like a huge fire broke out under the river, spreading across the entire river.

The fiery red at the bottom of the river quickly gathered into a group, trying to float to the surface.

The "water man" hanging on the water was angry and used his body to suppress the fiery red.

However, the water man was eroded by the death of the dead spirit, and his body gradually could not maintain the human form and became weaker and weaker.

In the end, the fiery red turned into a white light, rushed away, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the white light, Ye Wudao and others were slightly shocked.

This white light is a bit familiar to them.

The white light that followed them through the forbidden formation before was exactly the same as this white light.

What kind of existence is this white light.

Looking at the water man and the white light, Ye Wudao vaguely realized something.

It felt like the water man was suppressing the white light, but the water man was eroded by the death energy, and the suppression power was weakened a lot, which allowed the white light to escape.

A strong sixth sense told Ye Wudao that the white light was not a good thing.

Seeing the white light escape, the water man was furious: "Asshole, asshole, you let him go, you must pay the price."

After speaking, the water man went crazy, and waves rose around him and rushed towards the dead spirits.

These waves were like sulfuric acid. When the dead spirits touched the waves, they immediately turned into nothingness.

The waves attacked Ye Wudao and others.

Ye Wudao suddenly knelt down and shouted: "Master, your disciple is here to see you."

Disciple?

The water man was suspicious for a moment, and immediately stopped the wave attack, staring at Ye Wudao "intently".

After observing carefully for a while, the water man shook his head and said, "Who are you? When did I have a disciple like you? Why don't I remember?"

"But I can feel that you seem to have my breath on you. Is there really a chance between you and me?"

Ye Wudao hurriedly said, "Master, I am Ye Wudao. You are the White-haired Old Man, right?"

Before, Ye Wudao guessed that the person under the river was his master, the White-haired Old Man.

Now the water man's appearance is not very clear, and his body shape is also distorted. Ye Wudao can't be sure whether the other party is really the master White-haired Old Man.

No matter whether he is or not, kowtow to recognize the relative first.

If there are too many lice, you are not afraid of itching, and if there are too many masters, you are not afraid of death.

Now listening to the other party's tone, even if he is not the master White-haired Old Man, he must be related to the master.

The other party asked: "White-haired Old Man? I seem to have such a nickname. It's been too long, I almost forgot it."

"Let me ask you, how long have you been my disciple?"

Ye Wudao said: "More than ten years."

No wonder.

The other party suddenly realized: "Come, let me verify whether you are really my disciple."