Resurrection of spiritual energy, starting with a hundred times the potential of the physical body

Chapter 950 is full of white fog

The five people looked at Jiang Xiaolong at the same time, stretched out their fingers, and said in unison: "Yes!" Right! You're a genius!"

Jiang Xiaolong walked slowly towards the five people step by step, constantly muttering something in his mouth, like a walking corpse that had lost its soul, and stepped in a sluggish manner.

Suddenly, the hall also disappeared, and Jiang Xiaolong suddenly came back to his senses, only to find himself standing on the high platform of the Deathmatch Arena.

Isn't the Deathmatch Arena ruined?

Looking around, this was not a high platform made of stone, but a corpse with a tragic death, and he actually stood on top of all the corpses.

Countless shouts from the audience rose into the sky.

"Genius! First! Talented! First......

Jiang Xiaolong's eyes immediately fell into confusion again, and he kept repeating in his mouth: "I am the number one on the black list!" I'm number one on the black list!"

All the energy in his body seemed to be being emptied little by little, and Jiang Xiaolong didn't even have the strength to stand in place, so he could only let his body fall unconsciously on this corpse.

And the moment he fell to the ground, a corpse that was facing Jiang Xiaolong was wearing a familiar fox mask.

Jiang Xiaolong's scattered eyes instantly gathered,...... Isn't this the mask of his sister Chu Han, could it be that his sister was also killed by herself?

"Nope! Not so!" Jiang Xiaolong's body was poured down from the top of his head by cool water, and he removed the fox mask with both hands, and sure enough, Chu Han's face appeared in front of his eyes.

There were still traces of blood flowing on the corners of Chu Han's mouth, his eyes were closed, and he had completely lost his breath.

"Impossible! How could I kill my favorite sister with my own hands!"

Jiang Xiaolong used all the strength of his whole body to stand up with difficulty, and his true qi instantly burst out, and the burning sea flames hit his whole body in the blink of an eye.

"It's not true!" Jiang Xiaolong closed his eyes tightly and roared towards the pitch-black sky, while the entire corpse platform trembled endlessly, and collapsed in an instant.

All the True Qi seemed to return to his body in an instant, Jiang Xiaolong released all the True Qi without reservation, and the terrifying True Qi wind tore all the audience in the audience to pieces, and the entire Deathmatch Arena instantly vanished.

When he opened his eyes again, everything disappeared, the desolate secret realm reappeared, Jiang Xiaolong swept around, and his body was still shrouded in thick fog.

"Everything just now... It's an illusion..." Jiang Xiaolong said to himself.

At this time, his whole body was already soaked with sweat, and Jiang Xiaolong couldn't help but be a little afraid, if he hadn't just seen Han'er's face, I was afraid that he would be lost in this illusion.

Jiang Xiaolong whispered the mantra in his mouth, and flames instantly burned in his pupils, and the blazing moon pupil also unleashed.

Looking at it, he could only see a white expanse, and the soul power seemed to be limited to this small area and could not move.

"The Blazing Moon Pupil has no effect... What the hell is this place..." Jiang Xiaolong couldn't help but be a little irritable, his heart shook, but then he hurriedly stabilized his mind, which suppressed the fire in his heart.

In desperation, Jiang Xiaolong had to continue to move with his own feelings, he knew that if he didn't move in place, he would definitely wait for death, and there might be a glimmer of life if he broke in.

In such an environment, the direction and time are already blurred, and I don't know how long I walked, and there was a little spark in the white fog ahead.

Jiang Xiaolong was overjoyed in his heart, and under the guidance of Spark, he increased his speed to the extreme, and Spark seemed to be moving, always keeping a distance from Jiang Xiaolong.

In a hurry, the flames under Jiang Xiaolong's feet were everywhere, and the burning sea step was cast, and the speed increased several times in an instant, and the spark seemed to stop, just in the blink of an eye, a wooden house appeared in front of him.

Looking up, I saw the signboard of the medical hall hanging in the sky, which turned out to be Fu Yao and Fu Wan's medical hall.

"It's still a fantasy... Jiang Xiaolong laughed self-deprecatingly and walked in quickly.

The girl behind the counter stood there quietly, as if waiting for Jiang Xiaolong to come in, clear and affectionate Ling Bomu, cherry lips with dan-like flowers, skin like coagulation, eyebrows like ink drawings, jade pavilion.

This scene is so familiar.

"Jiang Xiaolong, you're here." The girl covered her cherry little mouth with her sleeve and smiled softly, at that moment, Jiang Xiaolong couldn't help but stir.

Isn't this Fu Wan, who is like a fairy.

"Wan'er...

Fu Wanwan'er smiled, this fairy-like appearance made Jiang Xiaolong couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded. "You're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Fu Wan said gently.

And Jiang Xiaolong also sobered up a little at this moment, silently chanting in his mouth: "This is an illusion, this is a fake..."

Fu Wan walked out slowly from behind the counter, and his jade hand gently held Jiang Xiaolong's hand.

Jiang Xiaolong was suddenly shocked, and he actually felt warmth, and for a while he threw the fantasy thing to the back of his mind, and subconsciously responded: "Wan'er, I'm coming."