Hao Chen only felt that his body was suddenly sinking, and the whole person seemed to have a thousand pounds.

Every muscle is torn and hurts, and the shoulder blades are creaking, as if they were about to be crushed in the next moment.

Under the vast power of this whole world, Hao Chen's power is so small, so humble, that the blue shirt that flutters in the wind seems so siloed and helpless.

The pressure of the whole world seems to be pressed on his shoulders at this moment, trying to force him to surrender.

If you change people here, in the face of this vast and boundless power of heaven and earth, I am afraid that I am already afraid and withdrawn.

However, listening to the aggressive words, feeling the power of heaven and earth, as if it were to tear everything, Hao Chen's heart suddenly surged with boundless anger.

This is his way of practice, this is his choice, let others question.

Even if you experience more hardships, more setbacks, even if there are more thorns in the road ahead, he has never regretted it.

But a fantasy, how dare you to paralyze his mind?

“They are all ants under the path of heaven, who are you, and dare to practice?”

He looked up, his eyes wide open, and he drank straight into the sky.

This is a word that is full of scoffings and precipitous.

The voice did not fall, Hao Chen suddenly reached out, and the five fingers of the bone line were clear, as if he had caught something, and he jerked to a tear.

“Oh...”

The whole world, under his tear, was like fragile paper, instantly folded and broken, and the harsh sound oozes human scalp.

Illusion, broken!

...

The endless pursuit of killing is like a nightmare, Yang Wei has no idea how long he has escaped.

I only know that he is exhausted, as if he are going to break up, his voice is dry and painful, and he can't bear to faint now.

However, almost wiping his scalp past the wood knife, the cold and bitter cold, but constantly stimulated him, so that he was unusually awake.

“Fleeing...”

Yang Wei could not support at last, and a squirling fell on the ground.

The rusty wood-knife crossed his side and cut it over his arm.

Blood instantly fainted on the gray robe, sharp and bone-chilling pain, like an electric current instantly swollen all over his body, excitedly he trembling, Yang Wei's teeth clenched, his face suddenly white.

He had not been hurt since he entered the practice, but he had never felt so much pain, and he even suspected that the knife might even have his bones cut off.

The sound of the cry came from the ear, and the shrilling sound of the wood knife streaking through the air sounded again, and the whistling wind almost pressed to his face.

Yang Wei's scalp was a slap, and his eyes were red in an instant.

Is it over yet?This fantasy is about forcing the rhythm of the dead.

Anger from the heart, evil to the side of the gall, anger, Yang Wei blood rushed, the brain was suddenly left with only one thought.

“Damn him!”

Yang Wei fiercely turned away, dangerous and dangerous to avoid, chopped over the wood knife, directly fit to the ground to pounce, a lazy donkey rolling without image, rolling out the scope of firewood knife attack.

Touching it, his hand just touched a stick of the right size.

He slammed the past and smashed the man who chased him.

“Let them cut me!I killed you!Kill you!”

“Brother Yang!I know I’m wrong...I shouldn’t be against you!Please forgive me.”

A sloping little bastard hugged the head and mouse, struggling to avoid the attack, and there was no previous arrogance on his face, but his mouth was full of forgiveness.

“See how I killed you!”

Fly up, kick the opponent, Yang Wei wiped the cold sweat of his forehead, and suddenly showed a smile with evil spirit on his face.

He said, raising the stick in his hand again, and staggered forward, ready to give the man a last shot.

However, before he could take two steps, the light and shadow in front of him suddenly returned to the restaurant, and his injury was missing for an instant.

The hand that pinched the pen was still hanging in the middle of the air, and on the screen in front of him, a picture of ink with clear ink had already formed.

Yang Wei looked at each other, and his eyes suddenly glared round.

This picture is clearly painted, which is clearly the picture of him who just punched people crying and crying his father.

“Is that possible?I knew that as long as someone was beaten and cried, what did he just run away from?Can't just open it?"

Yang Wei covered his heart and said regretfully.

Excited, Yang Wei subconsciously glanced next to him, but found that the brush in Hao Chen's hand had been collected, and obviously had come out of the illusion.

In front of Hao Chen, just now on the screen withered bones, there was a terrible rift, as if it had been hard tore into two, that uneven edge, and even constantly collapsed.

With such a glimmer of effort, the screen screen has been missing a small half.

And Hao Chen, just so negative hand standing in front of the screen, quietly looking at the screen screen, a little collapse disappears, there is no sadness and no joy on the face, calm and no waves, only the eyes, dark as ink, deep and bottomless.

Yang Wei everyone was stunned, and even his eyes almost stared out.

“How can this be?”

Even the rest of the restaurant seemed to be surprised by this change, slightly commotion, secretly, many people began to turn their ears and talk about it.

Finally, the screen in front of Hao Chen completely collapsed, and all the ink disappeared without a trace, and it became a white silk.

The genie.

The two screens suddenly trembled, making a soft sound.

At the same time, the golden light bursting from the screen, and instantly shrouded the two people in front of the screen.

The restaurant was suddenly quiet.

Everyone's eyes can't help but fall on the two screens.

Only in the light, the two dazzling golden lights slowly rise from the screen, the light is bright, like the beginning of the sun.

Needless to say, Hao Chen also knows that this must be the reward of the illusion.

As soon as he raised his hand, the dazzling white light fell obediently into his palm, and the golden light gradually dissipated.

Not long after, something that emitted white light was exposed to his sight.

It is a golden pattern, composed of floating gold curves, and looks so fantastic, the breath is unpredictable, vaguely with the smell of the law.

This is a law, Hao Chen subconsciously began to think about where he was, and he had seen something similar.

However, before he could come up with a sudden, a jade simply fell from the sky and suddenly appeared beside him.

At the same time, the rune seems to be inductive general, take the initiative to fly to Yu Jane, and quickly disappeared into it, into a lotus pattern printed on Yu Jane.