"Netherworld Fire, a thing as famous as White Mist, can actually be controlled?"
When the young master saw the dark fire around him, his eyes lit up, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.
After a while, the man in black suit traveled a hundred miles at a time and came to its front in two steps from the Huangquan ticket station.
"You and it should have no grudge against each other."
When the man in black formal wear saw the young master, he knew from his indifferent look that he was not someone to be trifled with.
But I don’t know him, which means... the other party is an old monster.
It is possible that he has lived for tens of thousands of years.
There is no such thing as aging when it comes to weirdness. In other words, even if your talents and tricks are rubbish, as long as you live long enough, the experience accumulated over time can make you a strong person.
This move contained tens of thousands of years of skill, and it was not something that could be taken on easily.
The man in black suit suppressed the impulse in his heart.
Facing a force of this level, if we fight, at least half of the vast area will be razed to the ground. The key is to get rid of the rules of eternal night, otherwise the losses will be too great.
I saved my little enemy just because we have known each other for many years.
There is no need to destroy your vast foundation and expose your identity for this.
The man in black dress thought he was very tough and that it would not cost him too much to deal with such a small enemy.
So for the time being, I'll just use my words to show off, and at the same time... see how long that purse can hold the little enemy captive.
After all, it's about destroying the city, but it can't be sealed off just like that.
Just delay it a little, let it roll the dice and win once, and it will come out.
Something's wrong...
It just came out of Las Vegas. Does it have any ghost money on it?
The black dress is questionable.
This is the sixth sense of childhood sweethearts, and it is usually very accurate.
"Whether I have a grudge against it or not, is it your business?"
The young master sneered, but then realized something was wrong.
"That doesn't make sense. This is Netherworld Fire. A mere Broken Dao cannot possibly control it. You should be on par with the White Emperor."
Thinking of this, I suddenly saw a cheap bracelet on the wrist of the man in black suit.
"Could it be that you're just playing dumb? Tsk... Logically speaking, you and I are probably evenly matched. There's nothing in the world that could frighten you."
The young master suddenly developed a strong interest in black formal wear.
Of course, it is mainly my own guess, not just the one that has been broken through at this moment.
The woman in the black dress scratched the soles of her shoes.
What I fear is now in your pocket.
Logically, I really hope you kill it.
But there is no need to die so quickly. Why not give it a chance to live for a while?
The man in black formal suit bowed and said:
"It's true that there's a reason for this. If possible, can you let it go first and we can talk?"
"Forget it. Although I'm somewhat interested, you look like an emperor eating roast chicken on the street. It's a bit cheap. Let's go."
The young master chuckled lightly, even though he had just said that the other party could fight him on equal terms.
For it, strength is important, and so is class.
How can the roast chicken you eat at a roadside stall compare to the chicken cubes I eat at a Michelin restaurant?
The young master left in a flash, leaving no trace of breath in the air, as if even the breath he exhaled could not float anywhere.
The man in the black suit's face darkened. Just as he raised his foot to follow, he was suddenly shocked.
In the wide area...
Another person appeared, with an aura even stronger than the young master just now.
"Is the world going to change? Why are there so many old things coming out?"
The man in the black suit cursed inwardly, saying, from ancient times to the present, there have only been a few old guys, why are they all out now?
And it seems that they are all coming for Boss Lin and Guiying, the dog-man pair.
It doesn't make sense. When he entered the city of destruction during the Eternal Night, he should have been very well hidden. As long as he didn't show off in front of the ghost every day, he wouldn't be targeted by so many old guys who were in fake death.
The black suit couldn't understand it, because compared with these old tricks, it was still a child.
With such a powerful monster, even if all those in the wide area unite, I am afraid they will not be able to determine the outcome immediately.
Not to mention the wider area, Jianghai City will surely be reduced to ruins.
The project that I finally saw the hope of climbing onto the rich list will also fail and die in the womb.
But if I stay here, I can protect my foundation.
On one side are the little enemies who are greedy for their own money and are like maggots.
On one side is his great cause, the first step to becoming a billionaire, and also his long-cherished ideal country.
It's good that the little enemy was taken away. If he can survive, it will be a lesson. If he can't survive, it will be considered that the young master has eliminated a hidden danger for him.
From now on, he doesn't have to wear this bracelet anymore, and everyone will remember him as the user of the Face Fruit.
It is clear at a glance which is more important.
He took another step and the man in the black dress disappeared.
To be precise, he disappeared into the vast area and chased after the young master.
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"I, treat Jiang Chen?"
The doctor slapped himself a few times to make sure he was not dreaming.
Then he suddenly realized that he was a ghost and could not dream, so those slaps were in vain.
In front of it was a mountain of corpses that was not very high, but when it walked on it, its feet felt like they were filled with lead and it had to take a breath after every step.
The little girl patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, my brother won't do anything stupid."
The doctor glared, "Then it was his brother who massacred everyone in the Far North?"
Anyone who has lived long enough or has had a wide range of experience has heard of the general's reputation.
The most famous thing about it is its brutal massacre. Not to mention the ghosts, even the small flowers floating in the wind on the road would be hit by its punches.
Its corpse of eternal punishment is even more famous than the words "general" and "minister".
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