Chapter 192 The Imlonging Boy

The chaotic light broke, and the white and tender boy with long braids stood in the middle of the stone cave with his hands behind his hands. In front of him was Wu Pengwei, who crawled on the ground and did not move.

"Dead? This boy is so hard that I almost called back the spiritual knowledge of the Lord of the 'Black Fog'." The erratic and charming voice echoed again in the cave, like an unpredictable wind.

"Dad until you can't die anymore." The boy's face was expressionless, and his pupils were green, like a deep flame.

"Well, you are still the immortal boy. Fortunately, you are the ancestor who created the weapon of killing in the past, the founder of the heart demon and the law. Compared with those three guys who don't like it, you are still the most powerful, good, very good." The black fog in the void suddenly closed, and the obscene face of "panic" appeared again, and his nose kept sniffing on Wu Pengwei's body.

"Well, it's dead, tut, long-life boy, you have made a great contribution." "Awe" returned to its original appearance, standing in front of the boy like a sculpture, with a pair of soybean-sized eyes squeezed into a gap, almost missing: "Say, how do you want me to reward you? Back to the dream? I know that for you evil gods of war, the ultimate dream will produce pleasure, right?

"Confused" raised his paws and hit his fingers. A light ink-colored silk fog wrapped around his fingertips, and the snake generally rolled up to the "Immortal Boy".

"Can I ask for something else?" The Irty Boy suddenly raised his head and looked up at "confusion", and there was a trace of viciousness in his green pupils.

There is no reason for "confusion" to be shocked. The sharp eyes of the strong man of the martial arts god are enough to kill a strong man at the level of martial arts. Although it is a precious ancient beast, it only has a soul and has no substance. In the face of these invisible killing spirit, it is even more afraid.

"For example?" "Awilderment" tried to cover up the fear in his heart.

"For example, let me get out of the dream and no longer be attacked by 'nightmares'." The long-term boy's fingers trembled a little while he spoke, and a trace of pain flashed in his pupils. Obviously, this decision was not good for him.

"Confused" suddenly changed, and the tone suddenly rose: "Child, do you want to die?"

Leaving the dream means leaving the control. Only in the dream can this soul be "confused" to control the powerful god of war.

Now the other party proposes to get out of dream control, which means blatant resistance.

"Child, you are dying. Half of your soul is still in the dream. As long as I move my finger, I will crush it into pieces. I advise you to dispel this idea. Otherwise, your soul will become my sweetest food." "Awilderment" pointed his claws to the Immortal Boy, and a trace of light light wrapped around his body, and one of them was about to pierce his forehead.

"You know, you can't resist me. Go back to your dream." There is no fear. Having half of the soul of the other party falling into the dream means absolute control, which has nothing to do with power. It is the eternal winner who controls the soul of the other party. No matter how strong the power of the eternal boy is, he can only bow down.

"I knew... It's just," the Immortant Boy sighed, and a cold look flashed in his eyes: "I don't want to go back to that dream anymore."

"It's not up to you." The face was ferocious, and the light ink-colored silk thread suddenly became as thick as a python. Between the twists, it devoured the living package of the long-lived child. The wisp of silk thread piercing the center of the forehead was as sharp as a sword, breaking the skin.

"Confusion" is not worried. It has the control of the dream, and the other party can't resist it.

But at this moment, a cold shout sounded in the "panic" ear.

"That's not up to you."

"Confusion" was suddenly shocked, and its body was about to atomize, but at this time, the wisps of python-like black line emanating from its body was pulled by the Imbunny boy and did not move at all. As long as these silk threads were pulled, it could not be atomized. The damn long as long as the boy was the most thought. Before that, he made a deadly move.

A cold light suddenly appeared.

A long-term essence wheel appeared in the void, and then split it fiercely.

This godless weapon refined in the kingdom of all sentient beings is not only sharp and unparalleled, but also can hurt all soul things. It is also strange to say that the kingdom of all sentient beings, the most powerful country of life, the general soul weapon spawned out has the incomparable destructive power of the inanimate sura knife.

Especially for the soul.

"Confusion" shouted, and it was divided into two.

"Immortal boy, you are so bold. I will definitely tell the Lord of the 'Black Fog' to block you forever in the deepest part of the 'nightmare', so that your soul will always tremble and unable to turn over." "Confused" shouted, but the body divided into two halves rolled up like a wave, with faint signs of fusion.

If it hadn't been for the great power of the Changsheng sperm wheel, it would have been difficult to separate it from the blow.

"You can't kill me. In the 'nightmare cage', my body will not disperse unless you destroy the whole divine mountain, haha..."

The laughter of "confusion" has not been interrupted. A series of small white bone beads appeared in the black fog. Wu Pengwei patted them gently with his hand, and those small bone beads suddenly cracked and turned into a trace of miserable white fog.

"Ah... Yin Leizhu, boy, you are so cruel..."

The screams of "confusion" were endless. The black fog was diluted by the white bone, and it became lighter and lighter, and finally became transparent.

"Finally dead..."

Wu Pengwei watched the last trace of black fog dissipate, and put a big stone in his heart. The power of "fear" was too strange. It was difficult for him to kill and could only suppress it, such as being sealed in the fantasy, but he could not cut off its connection with the "black fog".

Although the method of the long-term boy is feasible, after all, no one can guarantee it. Once it disturbs the "black fog" of the fierce battle with the demon god, all his previous efforts will be abandoned.

Fortunately, the "confusion" is not unexpected.

"Here you are."

The Irending Boy handed over a white palm. On the palm of the hand is a ball made of hundreds of pubic thunder beads. This thing is very powerful. In the words of the Irending Boy, it is most suitable to hurt people's souls. It is invisible. It is what he created after suffering in his dream for nearly 2,000 years.

The Imsonal Boy, 2,000 years ago, had a famous nickname.

The ancestor of the instrument

It specializes in refining all kinds of insidious weapons and is famous all over the world. Unfortunately, the artifact sect broke its inheritance a thousand years ago.

And the Yunhuang Mojia, who got the residual heart method of the qizong, became the creator of later generations.

"This is 500 Yin Lei Bone Beads, any of which can make the soul of the martial arts master suffer incurable damage. Five hundred Yin Lei beads are enough to make the peak martial arts god drink a pot." The Irrevenous Boy's face was expressionless. When he spoke, he looked at the ground, as if thinking.

Wu Pengwei took the "Thunder Bone Beads" and asked, "Your Excellency has an agreement with me. Don't forget it."

"I won't forget it. I will accompany you in this 'bad thought prison'. Humph, a thousand-year cage life. If I don't repay this great kindness, I will be in vain." A thick ink murder flashed in the eyes of the Imlongated Boy.

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The third layer of cage is very fragile and not secretive. If you break the second layer guarded by the four god of war, you will naturally show the way out.

One punch broke the doorway of the third floor. Under the bend, there was even a deep passage. Under the passage, it was dark.

When

came down, Wu Pengwei only felt that his feet were slippery, as if there was a sticky **. He wanted to look down, but the long-born boy who explored the way in front of him said, "Don't look down. These ** are the resentment in the 'bad thoughts cage'. You will be entangled at it at a glance. I won't stay, so, Don't waste time."

The voice of the immortal boy is always gentle, but it is as cold as a knife, without a trace of emotion.

The "nightmare cage" on the third floor is not as clean as the second floor. It is a big maze in itself, and it is dark without light.

"The tortuous maze?"

A pale white flame ignited in the palm of the Immormal Boy, looking at the complicated and tortuous maze in front of him with a blank face.

"The tortuous maze? What is it?" Wu Pengwei was a little puzzled. He broke the simple maze. If he really couldn't, he could break it with his strength. This should be okay.

"It's useless." The Imrose Boy seemed to see Wu Pengwei's mind and explained coldly, "The twists and turns of the maze is the highest level of the maze. This maze has spirituality, and the appearance you see does not seem to have changed, but in fact, the maze is changing every second. It is wonderful. It is difficult to follow people's hearts and break it."

The immortal boy mechanically shook his head, but Wu Pengwei was shocked.

Two thousand years ago, it was the most prominent era of the Qizong. At that time, the Qizong produced countless powerful weapons, among which the mysterious and strangeness made the weak Qizong stand at the peak of the times in one fell swoop.

The power of this maze can be imagined to be praised by the ancestor of Qizong.

"So it can't be broken?" Wu Pengwei was also a little anxious. I don't know what happened to the competition between the "black fog" outside and the "Twilight Snow"? But it is certain that the two sides will not last long.

Once the engagement is over, I haven't rescued my mother yet. I'm afraid that my life will be sent here.

He is not afraid to die. On the road of martial arts, he should have the consciousness of death at any time. What he is afraid of is that his life is given away, and his mother is still not rescued, so this business can be said to have no return.

"It's not impossible to break, but it takes a little time."

The Immorthical Boy suddenly squatted down, shook his fingers, and there was a small silver light in his palm. These lights gathered in one place, like a small silver ball, the size of a baby's head, bright and gorgeous.

The long-term boy smashed the silver ball in his hand to the ground.

The silver light twisted like a snake, shooting in all directions and drilling into the entrance of the maze.

"Wait, these silver snakes can completely analyze the structure in the maze, give me a fragrance, and I can crack it."

After a word, the Immortant boy sat on the ground cross-legged, closed his eyes, and his fingers began to constantly intertwine and pinch, which was calculating the structure of the "twisting maze".

Wu Pengwei was anxious, but he could only wait.

After just a ray of incense, the long-life boy suddenly rose up, turned into a stream of silver, and quickly entered the entrance of the maze.

"Follow Me"

Before the words of the Imuteron were finished, Wu Pengwei turned into a streamer and followed him.

The maze is full of nine twists and turns, but it is all under the control of the Irending Boy. Finally, one step to the end, the Irending Boy exclaimed.

"Huh? It took so many hard times just to detain a weak woman?